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Sunday, November 30, 2003 i kinda like just got home an hour ago.. i was out with Donovan. again. im still waiting to get sick of his company. just kidding dude.(im not mean.. that didnt count man) so anyways. we ate at newton first before catching Master And Commander: The Far Side Of the World tonight and umm.. mebbe coz i couldnt completely relate to it, but it really wasnt super duper fabulous or anything. but i guess all of you out there who're ship-crazy(ship, not boat, aight) can go check it out. the acting's reptty decent thruout so you dont go, "omg! i can so tell he was acting, and that he wasnt really in pain!" ynoe, that kinda thing. by the way, the dude who acts as Merry the hobbit in lotr is acting in Master And Commander as well as one of the.. ship boys.. wadever you call em. anyways. after the movie we wenta east coast.. as usual.. and we were just talking and three hours later, when we got in the car to head for home i was like, "wadahell did we just talk abt back there?" and he was like, "i dont know." so.. three hours of unproductivity can be good. and seriously, i still havent started on my bloody goddamn supp paper yet and argghhh!! i am so fuckin screwed!! Dior.. we shall tide each other thru this.. we will fuckin survive!! coz we're strong! we're WOMEN!!! but first things first. supp paper aight. there was another party on at embassy tonight. another one of those jc parties. *blergh* i have seriously not had a good experience at embassy whenever there is a jc party.. and then again, i've only gone when there's a jc party. godd. the place is just so bloody small, everyone's cramped in there like sardines, people cant get in coz the place is full and they waste their money on tickets, bartenders are slow in taking orders and doling out the drinks, sound system blows.. wadahell man! but if i wanted to throw a party, embassy would be an ideal place, coz everyone's still stupid to fall for the same trick. "ooh! party at embassy! that club is so cool and happening! and there're gonna be so many people there! i also wanna go!" blergh. but if i wanted to throw a party i'd throw it at embassy. worth the hassle of one night, but you get so much more in return. coz there're always gonna be those kids(i wot name from where) out there who wanna see and be seen, be funky and act hip, hop and happening, and so with it. me, im just a square, and i wanna rob em of their money. only in a legitimate manner, of course. i wanna be able to spend that moolah ynoe, not watch it go to some governtment funded instituition as i sit in jail and watch the bloody sun rise. and those kids will be more than happy to spend that money too. see.. win-win situation! ta-daa!! there was another party on at zouk too and Chai, Janmeet, Kensuke andSundeep went. Chai asked me to go but.. i decided to save my 16 bucks la. plus i aint in the clubbing mood.(when i am, i'll tell you guys) i have to meet those guys soon. plus, Chai's heading for cambodia to do some samaritan-like activities and he wont be back for a long time. aww. aint he a saint?? plus, he feeds me when im hungry and i've got no food to eat. he said that im always welcome to eat at his place coz im a malnourished kid. well, yeahh, pretty much. mm.. i love eating at his place. he's always got food in his fridge and cupboards and everything!.. and he's a pretty decent cook too! Dasson, Janmeet, Sundeep and i love to watch him cook when we're at his place. coz like, we know that the food's gonna be in our stomachs sooner or later. yumm. man im hungry. and the sky's already light. by the way, in today's newspaper Lifestyle there's an adorable lil picture of spongebob wearing a santa claus hat on page37. i believe that thinking that spongebob is actually adorable is an acquired taste, so dont vomit when you do see his piccie. anyways. i gotta go now. sleep or eat, i cant decide. life's full of tough choices. listening to: Split Screen Sadness by John Mayer
spat vitriol @ 7:07 AM
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Saturday, November 29, 2003 okayy. i got so bored that i went on to friendster to add more people to my collection. i should sleep.. but wadahell. and im tryna clear out my email and i came across this.. and it made me smile.. and sometimes i laugh out loud coz its so true. try to think back to yer childhood and those days you spent in primary school.. coz its related, you doofus. i'll highlight those that left more of an impact on me than the others in bold. and words in [these brackets] are my own comments yea. here goes! 50 Things from our Childhood and Primary School Days 1.You grew up watching He-man, Transformers, Silver hawk an Mickey Mouse. Not to forget, Ninja turtles and Smurfs too. [totally man.. and im still watching teenage mutant ninja turtles! i loved smurfs.. tralalala.. and transformers! robots in disguise!!] 2. You grew up brushing your teeth with a mug in Primary school during recess time. You will squat by a drain with all your classmates beside you, and brush your teeth with a coloured mug. The teachers said you must brush each side 10 times too. [i think it was a bad experience.. i dont remember much of this except for brushing each side 10 times.] 3. You know what's Bin(1) Fen(1) Ba (1) San(1) is all about. [actually.. no.] 4. You know what SBC stands for. [im a fuddy duddy! i know what it stands for!! singapore broadcasting center. didnt help that my mom's car's old number plate started off with 'SBC'.] 5. You were there when the first Chinese serial, the Awakening was shown on TV. [that vampyre show.. ynoe..] 6. Internet? What the hell is that? So you thought a decade or more ago. [actually.. yeahh.. i was like, wtf's the bloody internet? inter.. what?? and lookit me now, im so tech-savvy. *ahemm*] 7. You find your friends with pagers and handphone cool in Secondary school. [not so much the tua kee handphones.. more the funky pagers. remember the mtv pagers?? epitome of Cool then man..] 8. SBS buses used to be non-air-conditioned. The bus seats are made of wood and the cushion is red. The big red bell gives a loud BEEEP! when pressed. There are colourful tickets for TIBS buses. The conductor will check for tickets by using a machine which punches a hole on the ticket. [i kinda liked folding my bus ticket into lil vases. coz they were the only thing i knew how to fold. i completely suckked at origami, never ever figured out how to make lil swans and cranes and hearts and such. so i just made vases. its a trial-and-error thang.] 9. Your favourite actor and actress is Huang Wenyong and Xiangyun. Next is Lee Nanxing and Zoe Tay and the Aiyoyo woman. [chyeeahh rigght.] 10. You've probably read Young Generation magazine. You know who's Vinny the little vampire and Acai the constable. [i liked Vinny the vampyre actually.. umm..] 11. You were there when they first introduced MRT here. You went for the first ride with your parents and you would kneel on the seat to see the scenery. [yeahh.. i had to kneel on the seats and check out the 'scenery' man. too bad most of the time the damn thing was bloody underground. i'd swing around the poles too if my parents let me.] 12. Movie tickets used to cost only $3.50. [YES. bloody wankers. how much are tickets now?? 8 bloody fuckin 50. bastards. BASTARDS!!!] 13. Gals are fascinated by Strawberry Short Cake and Barbie Dolls. [heehee.. i played with barbie too.. and once the head popped off and rolled under the table where it was really dark coza the tavblecloth and i got so scared i didnt wanna pick it up coz it was so freaky but the maid bloody made me pick it up and i was so scared holding a lil barbie head in my left hand and the barbie body in my right hand.. i'll never forgive that maid.] 14. You learn to laugh like The Count in Sesame Street. [ah ah ahh!! *lightning flashes* need i say more??] 15. You longed to buy tibits called Kaka(20 cents per pack) and Ding Dang(50 cents per box), that had a toy in it and it changes every week not forgetting the 15 cents animal crackers and the ring pop, where the lollipop is the diamond on the ring. [it was so cool then to have the ring pop man.. even tho i didnt really like it, but it was so in. and i liked the toy in ding dang!! no la.. just needed to add the toy to my already vast collection of toys kinda thing, you realise..] 16. You watched TV2(also known as Channel 10) cartoons because Channel 5 never had enough cartoons for you. 17. All that you know about Cantonese is from the Hong Kong serials you watched on TV2. [nope.. never did.. still dont understand any canto, except how to say 'fuck yer mother'. and thats not so cool isit.] 18. Hardy Boys, Nancy Drew, The Three Investigators, Famous Five and Secret Seven are probably the thickest story books you ever thought you have read. Even Sweet Valley High and Malory Towers. [aiee!! i read all of the above!! omg.. i am fuckin nerd.. shit. i read sweet valley high too.. ladieez, remember jessica and elizabeth?! read malory towers too.. omg.. i am sucha geek.. hell..] 19. Civics and Moral Education was "Hao3 Gong1 Min2". [haha.. hao gong min was slack class man. but surely kena hell if you didnt bring the goddamn textbooks and workbooks. come to think of it, they were pretty thin.. is that all civic and moral ed had to offer? 40 pages?? sad, man.] 20. KFC used to be a high class restaurant that serve food in plates and let you use metal forks and knives. [vaguely remember that.. only vaguely.. who cares.] 21. The most vulgar thing you said was asshole and idiot and THE MOST EXTREME WAS 'super white'...you just couldn't bring yourself to say the hokkien relative. [didnt know 'super white'.. i only said 'idiot' and i kena caned already man.. cane me NOW, momma!! .. umm.] 22. Catching was the IN thing and twist the magic word. [catching rawwkks!! haha.. i was the fastest lil kid on the block then. things have changed now.. im the 2nd fastest kid on the block now. *cough* TWIST!! oh man.. twist was nused even outside of catching man.. this brings back such memories *sniff* no, really.] 23. Your English workbooks was made of some damn poor quality paper that was smooth and yellow. [yeah balls. the kinda paper they used cant even be used to wipe yer arse if you took a dump. remember the jotterbook? or smth like that.. what was it called.. jotter? jot?? smth?] 24. The worksheets were made of brown rough paper of poor quality. [YES!! and when i used my mechanical pencil the goddamn 0.5mm lead would get stuck in the bloody paper coz it was so rough and it'd break. fuckk! lead for free isit?! i had to use the mechanical pencil a certain way so that the lead wouldnt break off.. heyy, skill okay.] 25. The only computer lessons in school involved funny pixellised characters in 16 colours walking about trying to teach you maths. [not really, no. it was q fruitless task. couldnt figure out the damn things at all. so i just stuck to the boy i hada a crush on and watched him manipulate the damn things around. he was cute. harx.] 26. Waterbottles were slinged around your neck and a must everywhere you go. [had to have a waterbottle man..] 27. Boys loved to play soccer with small tennis balls in the basketball court or play something that uses tennis ball to hit other players as "HUM TAM BOLA" during recess /after school. [okayy.. boys at my school didnt play that.. i think.] 28. Hopscotch, five stones,chateh and zero point were all the rage with the girls and boys too... [actually i hated those girly games. i usually played with the boys. catching, wrestling.. d'oh. three guesses why im the way i am now.] 29. Science was fun with the balsam and the angsana being the most important plants of our lives. [dudes.. totally!! we had to learn abt the way these plants reproduced and all that stuff.. and if you knew all this then you were considered a pro at science. i know i was.] 30. Who can forget Ahmad, Bala, Sumei and John, eternalised in our minds from the textbooks. Even Mr Willy. [i dont remember mr.willy, and im starting to have 2nd thoughts abt our educational system.. but i remember bala and john and all of em.. man. they were the characters in yer cdis books that never died.. immortal, man.] 31. You did stupid exercises like seal crawl and frog jumps. [god yes. wtf. do i have stonger legs or a more nimble body now?? hell no. screw you frog jumps! and seal crawls!! and goddamn duck walks!!! those killed my legs.. went around bandy-legged like some goddamn cowboy the rest of the day when i did bloody duck walks. crappit.] 32. Every children's day and national day you either get pins or pens with 'Happy Children's Day 1993' or dumb files with Happy National Day 1994'.[totally. those things were disgusting. i never ever used the files or anything. totally uncool man. at most i used the cheap slim paper punchers they gave out coz i didnt wanna buy my own, but i'd lose em and havta buy a new one anyway. damn.] 33. In Primary six you had to play buddy for the younger kids like big sister and brother. [i hated playing buddy. after awhile when i was sure i wouldnt get caught i'd abandon the kid. or tell him stuff he/she can do to escape punishment in class. basically just leading the young, weak and the vulnerable astray.. hell yeahh..] 34. Chinese teachers were always old, boring and damn fierce looking. [we've already been thru the chinese tacher thang.. i've told y'all abt my experiences with my chinese teachers.. *tremble* *shudder* *tremble*] 35. Your form teacher taught you maths, science and English. [harx. yeah. rather versatile, werent they?] 36. CDIS was your best friend. [i can remember the logo! and the song they plaed while flashing the logo whenever they showed those educational shows! can you remember??] 37. You went to school in slippers and a raincoat when it rained, and you find a dry spot in the school to sit down, dry your feet, and wear your dry and warm socks and shoes. [i remember the raincoats.. mine was yellow.. with some cartoon on the pocket. i totally disliked wearing raincoats.. freakin uncomfortable and humid inside.. *blergh* i didnt do the taking off my socks thang tho.. erks.] 38. Famous Chinese singers were only Jacky Cheung, Andy Lau, Aaron Kwok and Leon Lai. [yeahh. i didnt listen to em but i knew who they were.. four heavenly kings man!! err.] 39. School dismissal time was normally around 1pm. [mine was 12.50pm!! man i couldnt wait for that goddamn bell to ring every damn sad day of my life in primary school.] 40. There would be spelling tests and mental sums to do almost everyday. [my partner was Denys Ngo and when we exchanged our mental sums exercise book to mark we'd draw and doodle stuff in each other's books. he was a pretty nifty artist. it was so great sitting nexta him. and he'd draw ace ventura's ass in my book. he's in cj now.. or will soon be outta it, now that the a's are over. i wonder if i can still find those books..] 41. Your friends considered you lucky and rich if your parents gave you $3 or more for pocket money everyday. [sad but fuckin true. kids from rich primary school like scgs need not apply here.] 42. During class gatherings, parents always tag along in case someone gets lost at Orchard Road. 43. You freak out when the teacher tells you to line up according to height and hold hands with the corresponding boy or girl. [dudes. i had a perfectly legitimate reason to freak out aight. my partner was half of a pair of weird twins. they're practically autistic as it is, and my partner was the quieter twin. you think im being evil? y'all, these twins pick their noses with no shame whatsoever! they'd just pick em wherever and whenever ynoe. and in primary school there was always this frenzy to be clean.. and these kids were like the hitlers of the clean campaign man. i discovered that the twins were nice in the end la.. but i always still kinda cringed and winced inside when i had to hold my partner's hand. eww.] 44. Handkerchiefs were a must for both genders. [ i had pretty handkerchiefs. they were pink and blue and yellow and red.. didnt really like carrying em tho. kinda.. troublesome.] 45. Collecting notebooks and all kinds of stationery was a popular thing. [haha yeahh! but now when i think back.. the stationery was all actually pretty damn ugly. i cant see why we stupid kids thought they were so cool and stylo.. godd.] 46. Autograph books were loaded with "Best Wishes", "Forget Me Not", and small poems like "Bird fly high, hard to catch. Friend like you, hard to forget". [i've got a million of the damn things in my autograph books. christ. i'll do a grand compilation one day and put em all here. dont forget, we also liked to put 'favourite drinks', 'favourite foods', 'favourite colours', favourite bloody everything..] 47. Class monitors and prefects loved to say "You talk somemore, I write your name ah!" [I hated class monitors and prefects. i so wanted to kill em. bloody hell.. arrogant pricks.] 48. There were at least 40 people in one class. [mm.. yeahh.. how come?? were there so many primary school kids? but as the years go by the classes get smaller and smaller.. think abt it. from pri school to sec school to jc.. by the time you reach uni yer class is practically empty. where are our children going?? oh wait yeahh.. drug rehabilitation centres.] 49. Large, colourful schoolbags were carried. [hee hee.. yes.. anyways. had tons of bloody heavy books to carry.] 50. You brought every single book to school, even though there was one thing called the timetable. [bloody teachers la.. everyday ask for this book or that book.. and it didnt help that one teacher would teach a few subjects so that you had to have those textbooks, workbooks, exercise books and notebooks ready at hand when he/she called for em. truly hell. if i die from spinal failuer i'll know who to send my casket bills to.] ** i loved primary school.(i say this now, but actually it was motherfuckin hell) listening to: Plush by Stone Temple Pilots
spat vitriol @ 7:56 AM
xxx whoo. i just got back like, half an hour ago. i still havent worn my pointy lil shoes out yet! i will.. soon.. watch out world.. lil pointy shoes here i come.. but anyways. Diana and i didnt go to the warehouse sale in the end. we were too busy.. sleeping.. but in our defence at least we were doing smth. wot? dont be lookin at me like that. so. *coughcough* yeahh. Diana had free tix to zouk tonihgt but i seriously wasnt in the mood for clubbing tonight.(when am i ever in the mood for clubbing these days eh?) i was sposed to meet Donovan tonight anyways. so i was out with him tonight and we watched two movies!! Duplex and Possessed. Duplex is pretty good, with drew barrymore and ben stiller. godd. they're bloody hilarious man. seriously y'all, go watch Duplex. its worth the moolah. as for Possessed.. its this danish film and it was my idea to watch it. not exactly worth the 8.50 buckeroos(sorry dude) but umm.. watch it if there's nothing else to watch and you must watch smth or you'd kill somebody? on second thought, screw the movie and kill somebody yea.(tell me beforehand when you do aight, i'll bring the pom poms and popcorn. buttered or dry, sweet or salted, you pick, yer the *star*!!) and in between the two movies(duplex was on at 10 and finished at 12, and possessed only started at 2) we wenta swenson'and ate an earthquake. thats 8 scoops of ice cream with 8 different toppings on it.. and we finished it all. granted, i hadnt eat anything after 12pm(i ate that gigantic bowl of bee hoon at 11am in the morning.. and that counts), but still. 8 scoops of ice cream at 12am in the morning... thats just evil, man. wicked.~ anyways. that abt it. Don and i just basically spent the entire day in the cinema and at swenson's. hmm. no wonder the time just kinda flew by. *chortle* im so hilarious. okayy i dont even know what's so funny, really. im just in a lame mood now, and im gonna blame it on the ever-so-mild headache i've got. speaking of headaches, i just read in the new paper that chronic headaches are a normal occurrance among everyone, boys and girls. but apparantly the ladieez are 3 times more prone to the lil buggers during and after puberty coza hormonal changes and all that shit. so gentlemen, you not only have gotta deal with the ladieez pmsing, you gotta deal with their oh-so-annoying headaches, too. have a jolly good life, y'all!! ooh. and later on's the first episode of teenage mutant ninja turtles!! kick some shredder ass!! mann.. sometimes i wonder when i'll ever 'grow up' and 'mature'. im still such a cartoon freak, i dont even find it funny sometimes. but i've such a passion for em ynoe?? it also helps when they're aesthetically-pleasing, morally-reducing and violence-inducing. my favourite kinda cartoons!! my lil pony, suck ass. wadever. i gotta finish reading me new papers. plus, i gotta wake up early for TMNT. christ. g'night babes. listening to: I Know Where It's At by All Saints
spat vitriol @ 5:16 AM
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Friday, November 28, 2003 MORE pie madness!! have pie go mad. infinitely pie my absolutely favouritest blog from now on. it hasnt got much to do with pie, but its such a cute lil addy doncha think? but that aside, this is a great blog. you think mine's great *coughcough* this one's wayy funkier. weebl & bob like i've said before, abt two dumbass eggs called Weebl and Bob who talk gibberish all the time. Weebl likes pie alot. so does Bob. but not as much as Weebl. think yogi(played by Weebl) and booboo(played by Bob).. only represented as two dumbass eggs.. moonpie just some good ol american moonpie snacks. i wonder if bush eats moonpies. pie recipies and of course.. just plain boring pie recipies. a staple in pie madness, i reckon. and i've just eaten a humongous bowl of bee hoon with prawns and meats and veggies and im stuffed to the brim. like a blimp filled with quicksand(?). anyways. i was peeling the prawns with my fingers just now and i've decided that if possible, from now on, im gonna peel the shells of those things with eating utensils(fork, spoon, knife, machete, wadever). why? coz while peeling the shells of their backs and yanking their lil crawly legs off their cooked lil orange bodies, i was thinking to myself, "wow. these things used to be alive. swimming around in the ocean in lil swarms.. bees of the ocean! but err.. anyways.. they were wild and free and now im peeling whatever defences they've got left and eating their flesh. even if they're tasty. i feel a lil guilty." of course, half of what i was thiking then probably isnt even correct at all coz the prawns were probably reared in lil overcrowded tanks so they could later be sent off to restaurants and what-have-you to be cooked and eaten. but still. they were once alive. and i was eating em. so in order to enjoy chomping on their oh-so-tasty flesh i shall have to avoid actual skin-to-shell contact and peel em with utensils instead. ta-daa!! problem solved. i'll go to hell, and mind the pun, but wadahell la seriously. ynoe.. i once wrote abt how i heard abt the sounds of marbles bouncing on the florr from the flat above mine, even at unearthly hours. did i fail to mention that a week later i went upstairs to personally enquire abt it? the family has got two kids i think(i saw a crib so they must have a young un and they've got an ugly boy of abt seven too) and i talked to the mother, and she said that the kids sleep at ten and besides, they dont own a single damn marble in the house. well. that solves that problem dunnit? well, at least the mom was pretty civil to me, considering that i, a neighbourly stranger, was telling her on a perfectly normal weekday evening that i hear people playing with marbles in their flat at four bloody am in the morning. by the way, there havent been the sounds of marbles for ages. ever since i went to ask the family abt it, actually. there were a few times, but very rarely so. instead, i hear the sound of heavy footesteps. oh, bloody joy. late at night not so, mainly in the afternoons, evenings, night.. all the bloody time. if its the kids, i gotta say that they're bloody heavy and they'e got lots of energy to be running abt all the time. bloody wanking monkeys. and if its not the kids, then godammit. they're stubborn, arent they? but at least footsteps arent as annoying as goddamn bouncing bloody marbles. ooh. 30 more minutes before i gotta bathe and change and then meet Diana. im not sure who else is coming along but we're going shopping.. well, sorta. at this warehouse sale thang where they've got loreal and clinique and god-knows-what-else products. i hope i can get some stuff. coz i need to get smth new. then mebbe i'll feel happy..ier. dont get me wrong, im happy after eating those prawns but.. oh blast it. bye. listening to: Girl From Mars by [i cant remember the band name]
spat vitriol @ 12:34 PM
xxx  The Jackal [the following is a personal comment, not a challenge] i took a quiz at quizilla and i am the Jackal.. the Kaldicuck.. i AM the right-hand of the Devil himself!! i shall rule for eternities! and im not the just the first sign of the Sun Zodiac (Aries), im the first sign of the Black Zodiac as well. *evil laugh* i like everything it said abt me. im 'nothing but teeth and claws', that i am 'the beast of the number 666' and best of all *rub hands in glee* i track and kill 'all those in the deepest bowels of Hell who remain unforgiven'. heehee. what a pleasant job description. i am all-powerful, able to take out any who oppose me. those of you who seek to overtake me and usurp my place as the Devil's own.. dream on, dudes. by the way, those of you who've been having a lil fetish for pies lately, here's a lil article by Snapple. they've created a drink called Snapple Pie. their tagline is "Just Like Grandma Used To Make.. Snapple Pie". this is not a joke. i repeat, this is not a joke. its a limited edition drink, and i doubt that the drink will ever hit the pathetic supermarket shelves on our singapore shores, but mebbe we can try out carrefour's or jason's or smth. the drink will only be available thruout december. hold onto every lil hope you can, yea? hold on to the HOPE, people!!(me, the Jackal saying, "hold onto the hope". oh, woe is me.) 
Snapple Pie.. american apple pie flavoured.. mm.. piepiepiepiepiepiepiepiepiepiepiepiepiepiepiepiepiepiepiepiepiepiepiepiepiepiepie listening to: Take Me Away by Lifehouse
spat vitriol @ 12:21 AM
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Thursday, November 27, 2003 okayy. this is bloody goddamn retarded. see. how blogger works is like this, for those of you non-blogger types. you got the screen divided into half, irc-style. the top half is where you type, the bottom half shows all the posts that you've chosen to publish. thing is, these past few days where i've been cursing blogger for their inefficiency, is coz i'd type everything, but when i published it it wouldnt show on the bottom half like it normally would, so i wouldnt know if the posts have been published or not. that just bloody irks me. coz i like my stuff to work. in fact, i demand my stuff to work. it is only the natural order of the world. so now, when i wanna find a post, i gotta us the search system on the right sidebar. the three ways you can search for posts is either: 1)from order like according to date last posted, date last modified, shit like that 2)according to date or 3)from words that yer posts contain(like, lets say if i search 'fuck', alotta posts are gonna show up. but if i search for 'i love school', no posts would show) so i've been searching for my latest posts using method (2) and method (3) and its worked alright so far, its just stupid why they just dont show up. fuckk. anyways. ynoe. the air at centro and the air at zouk is vastly different. i've never noticed it before but now that im a non-smoker *cough* i could tell right away. the air at centro is, well, pretty normal. but once you step into zouk you can just feel the weight of all that second hand ciggie smoke weighing on you. i mean, that is one heavy smoke man. strange how i never noticed it before, really, when i used to smoke. im a non-smoker. that sounds odd, even on my own lips. "hey maddie, you want a stick??" "oh, no thanks babe, i dont smoke anymore!" "wah lau. i buy 4D and toto and win ah you dont smoke." its gonna be a looongggg journey. anyways. glad to see that my Sleeping Corpse magical abilities havent exactly died on me yet. i've been able to sleep 12hours or more these past few days. im backkk!! mebbe its somehow related to the fact that blogger's screwing up on me. i'd rather not go there. and i still havent started on my bloody supp paper yet. i swear im dead. dead!! Jayme, if you think yer screwed, im wayy more screwed man. i feel yer pain, you feel my pain, we feel each other's pain.. *sobb* anyways. my mom's gonna be home with fried chickennnn soon and im gonna go off and wash my hands now and wait *im*patiently for her to arrive back home. chickennnn... gooooood... *do leeloo from the fifth element's thang when she microwaves the chicken* my mom is home! bye my lil feathered chicken birdy friends. which reminds me. Chang called me a lil furry gorilla once. so cute. *ookook* listening to: If I Am(acoustic) by Nine Days
spat vitriol @ 6:55 PM
xxx blogger is very odd. screwed up, more like. i posted my entry earlier but it didnt show, so i retyped it and posted it, and it didnt show again. but when i checked my blog, both posts were there. bummer. im taking one of the posts down now so that i look less like an idiot. anyways. just got back 2hours ago. today was.. so-so. i mean, seriously. there's no point me harbouring hopes that if or when i do clubbing, that i'll have loads of unadulterated fun. coz i dont, really. so Amanda, Sara, Gek Puay and i went to centro first, and tho Sara and i had a lil trouble geting in we were okay in the end. Kian-u joined us a lil later. and i drank 3 screwdrivers and i was happy. and i met Dasson and Lester there, i didnt know they were working as waiters there. i was really happy to see dasson!! i hadnt seen him in so long, and he looked so cute in his oakley speccies and all. i think they must've worked there coz Cecil introduced em to the job. Cecil, ynoe, the ex-boyfriend. i didnt see him, Cecil saw me first. and i gotta admit that i was a lil surprised that i didnt feel any animosity towards him or smth. you could say that i was *somewhat* pleasantly surprised to see him. but not so pleasantly surprised that i'd hug him like i hugged Dasson or anythin, ynoe. i can tell that he hasnt really much changed(cept for his hairstyle. the vainpot's always changing his hairstyle) from last time, he's still a lil touchy. like when he walked by our table he kinda nudged my head a lil, ynoe, that kinda thing. im alright with it but ynoe, like, he's not exactly in a position to do that sorta thang. coz 1)he's my ex, he's attached at present, why should he be touching me? and 2)he's a waiter at centro, he's not sposed to be touching me, he's sposed to be serving other customers or giving em their change. anyways. so we drank a lil, and then Chang was at embargo so he gave us all a ride to zouk. which was pretty decent of him, really, considering that he wasnt going into zouk. he even made two trips coz we all couldnt fit into his car. go go Chang!! and he finally got his own car, a lancer i think. and i was so motherfuckin bored at zouk. seriously man. i met Rui there, Rongz didnt go and Kenneth was god-knows-where. it was really good to see Rui coz i havent seen him in millions of years(or close to that) and he was pretty damn high, he couldnt even walk straight. and we were outside and he was talking and at one point he asked,"am i talking very loudly? coz i feel like im screaming like that." and seriously, he was talking in a completely normal, moderately loud tone of voice. the poor soul. Rui was with his own friends, and one of his friends knew me. but i didnt have a damn clue as to who he was. he's from tp too and i dont even know how and when we got introduced, but he knew me. and he says im always smoking at the gazebo at the reservoir next to tp. haha.. yeahh man.. people will know me as The Girl Who's Always Smoking At The Pondok/Gazebo/Pavilion. cept that im not sposed to be smoking anymore. *sighh* and ooh, i didnt smoke the whole of today!! yay! i felt like i wanted a fag at times, but i didnt smoke. i rock!! and the devil tempted me. well, more like Diana, really. she took out a fag, and i was abt to take it, before i remembered and i said that im not sposed to be smoking. and she offered the fag to me and put it in really close proximity to me, and then she acted all coy and everything with the fag, giving me that look saying "i know you want this cigarett maddie just take it ynoe you want it". but i told her that i would stuff the damn stick in her face if she kept doing that, so she stopped it. now, if only for every stick i wanted to smoke but didnt, god would give me ten bucks. then i'd have more moolah, and i could buy some more clothes and bags and shoes and mebbe, if i saved up, a piano. right. and ynoe i didnt eat dinner, but i got so hungry afterwards when my mom picked me up from zouk that i made her stop at shell and i bought 4 lil hot dog buns and 2 bags of twisties. i devoured the buns and a bag of twisties(flavour: chickenator. does that not strike fear in yer bones?) and then when i got home i ate 2 pieces of kaya toast. i mean, seriously man. im not sposed to be eating. fuck. by the way, did ynoe that twisties are halal? oh yeahh. ynoe how Amanda lost her large hoop earrings some time bck when she went clubbing? yeah. that kinda happened to me tonight. i was wearing my 'colossal' earrings and when all of us were dancing at phuture my right earring fell onto the ground. and i was a lil sad. Rui kinda looked for it a lil but it was a futile effort. so i took off my left earring and kept it in my pocket and continued dancing. and then, like a ray of silver sunshine, i saw my earring reappear on the floor! i swear, the earring almost had a halo over it as it lay there, waiting for me to pick it up. it was calling to me, saying,"maddiee!! pickmeuppickmeuppickmeuppickmeuppp!" and i was thinking,"my preciousssssss.." and i was really happy and i picked it up and kept it with the other earring in my pocket. there i was, feeling all triumphant and everything, thinking,"yeahh! i lost my earring, but i found it! i am reuntied with this lil useless piece of jewellery once again!" but then i realised later that the clasp is missing and its broken coz some fatass person at phuture must've stepped on it and broken it. so now it really is a useless piece of jewellery. mebbe i can use em for bangles, instead. coz it fits my wrist ynoe. and speakin of phuture.. i bumped into Ollie there!! i didnt know she was back from aussie! and i met Ruth, too, and we exchanged mobile numbers. i havent seen Ruth since, what, sec 4? admittedly, we werent even remotely close friends or anythin, but wadahell ynoe. i dont know when i might even see her again. and when i get my new phone, i can save all these numbers in, one by one.. *sniff* i want my A-800 back. baby, come home to mommy!! seriously. i hate phuture. you got all these wannabe hip-hop-and-happening people, and the place is already so fuckin small as it is, and these people just fill it up with their sweaty, thrusting, undulating bodies. some of em are fat, too. Amanda was telling me abt this girl whose bum kept bumping into her thigh, and that this girl had an arse twice the size of j.lo's. people, that is one formidable butt. i mean, she could fart and ta-daa! one more lethal gas we could use against the enemy at war ynoe. "i like big butts and i cannot lie, that you other brothers cant deny, when a girls walks in with an itty bitty waist and round thang in yer face.." i dont like big butts, actuallyy. they're too in-yer-face. lookit me, lookit me. and exactly what am i looking at? a collection of fat cells wrapped up in a thin layer of black spandex. eww. but anyways. back to the phuture thing. its just too damn packed man. they should make phuture alot larger, or smth. i mean, can you imagine if you had diarrohea, and you went to phuture and got a table in that lil niche right at the back?? and alluva sudden, the urge to take a dump comes, but you cant make a dash for the loo coz of all those people, and you shat in yer pants. i mean, thats so unglam man. so we need a larger phture, so that people with diarrohea can really run for the loo instead of dirtying their pants and the unfortunate souls standing next to the fella. and mebbe install a few toilets in phuture while they're at it, too. essentially.. another zouk, but plays r&b. well, i can dream, cant i? but til the day that day arrives, i doubt i'll be spending alotta time at phuture. or anywhere clubbing, for that matter. coz its the same ol boring thang all the goddamn time. we should have house parties instead, or smth. with loadsa loadsa alcohol to go around. coz personally, i dont need so much alcohol before i spill my guts out. anyways. i wanna get myself some orange juice. ta, now! listening to: Cherry Lips(go baby go!) by Garbage
spat vitriol @ 5:49 PM
xxx okayy. blogger is seriously pissing me off. ealier on, i typed in that entry abt my blooper with the webcomic medical mediocrity and when i posted it it didnt show. so i retyped the bloody thing and posted it again but it still didnt show on blogger. but when i checked my blog both entries were there. i mean, seriously, fuckin retarded dude. i didnt have time to delete one of the entries coz i had to meet the girls at centro.. but i've just done the deleting so that my blog wouldnt look so bloody idiotic with two almost identical posts. and i just typed in a whole long entry abt tonight and it bloody didnt show, not on blogger and not even on my fuckin blog. godammit. so now ii'll be retyping everything again. or what i remember. ermm. yeah. godd this blows. i wanna sleep but im just not satisfied with the fact that i havent blogged yet. bloody hell man. *sighh* here goes. so. i wenta centro tonight with Amanda, Sara, Diana, Kian-u and Gek Puay. Sara and i had a lil trouble getting in but we made it in the end. Diana was saying that it was coz of Sara's slingbag that we the both of us couldnt make it in haha. and indeed, when she took passed her bag to Diana, we made it in. what does that prove eh? so anyways i drank 3 screwdrivers inside and i was happy(not anymore i aint. goddamn blogger) and i met Dasson and Lester there. they're workin as waiters at centro. reckon they got introduced to the job by Cecil dearest, who's also working there as a waiter. Cecil, ynoe, the ex-boyfriend. i didnt see him actually, he saw me first and he came up to me. i was a lil surprised actually that i didnt feel any animosity towards him. i was *somewhat* pleasantly surprised to see him, really. not so pleasantly surprised to see him that i'd hug him like i hugged Dasson or anythin la, ynoe, lets not go that far. i love Dasson loads, he's my brudda. cant say that i feel quite the same way abt Cecil. Cecil's changed his hairstyle once again(sometimes i wish i could afford to change my hairstyle like he does) but thats the only thing abt him thats changed, really. i can tell that he's still the same ol fella under that black centro waiter shirt. like, he's still a lil touchy, even after all this time. like once, when he walked by our table, he discreetly nudged my head a lil. i mean, im alright with it, but why should he touch me? coz 1)he's my ex and he's attached at present and 2)he's a waiter at centro, he shouldnt be touching me, a potential customer, he should be off serving other tables or smth ynoe. sorry. i seem to be a lil bitchy. mebbe its coz im just feel a lil cautious.. mebbe wary, even. so anyways. we drank at centro, and then we were off to zouk. Chang was at embargo so he gave us all a lift there. he had to make two trips coz we're all big girls who take up alotta space so Amanda and i sat on the second trip and we were just sitting outside Baker's Inn(the apostrophe, Amanda! and Black Angus!!) talking while waiting for Chang to send us to zouk. pretty decent of him to really, considering that he wasnt even going into zouk. he willingly was our chauffeur for awhile. go go Chang!!(not the chauffeur bit, the pretty-decent-of-him bit) i met Rui outside aouk and it was really good seeing him, i think i havent seen him in eons(or close to that). i realise now that im always saying that it feels good to see this friend or that friend, but it really does. girl, guy, straight, gay, whatever, i feel really happy seeing these people after so long!! so yea, Rui was pretty damn high when i met him. he couldnt walk straight, and at one point when we were talking outside he asked me,"am i talking very loudly? coz i feel that im screaming like that." and he was speaking in a perfectly normal, cceptable tone of voice. the poor soul. and i bumped into Ollie at phuture! wow! i didnt know she was back from aussie! i kinda gave a lil scream when i saw her and hugged her so tight and she squeezed my bum. aww. such love. right. harx. and i met Ruth, too! and i got her number, tho admittedly we werent even remotely close in secondary school. but heyy, who knows when i'll see her again! plus, when(more like 'if'. bah) i get my new mobile, i'll be able to store in their numbers one by one.. *sniff* i want my samsung A-800. baby, come home to mommy!! and godd, zouk was bloody boring. more like phuture, really. i wasnt really high anymore, and the place was just so goddamn packed.. i felt like a sardined sardine in an extra small tin of sardines that had been compacted on the shelf by a million other small tins of sardines. they should seriously make phuture larger. make it like zouk, but playing r&b music. i mean, can you imagine if you go to phuture one night and you've got diarrohea? and you wanna make a dash for the loo but there're all those people and it takes you fifteen mins to escape phuture and by then you'd have already shat in yer pants. how unglam. but with a larger phuture, you would be *almost* guranteed easy accessibility to all toilets, whether you've got dirrohea or not, and then you wouldnt shit on yerself, the people standing next to you, or the floor. "A larger Phuture for the future!!" Madeleine cried. but til the phuture is restored(its amazing how many puns you can come up with abt phuture, really. harx!), i doubt that i'll be spending alotta time there. or any other club, for that matter. i mean, i went clubbing today with rather low expectations, and still i was disappointed. centro was alright, i was a lil high, but phuture was just blah. it was so crowded that i didnt even notice the music coz i was just kinda mesmerised by the unattractive people who thought they were attractive grinding up against other unattractive people who thought they were attractive. also, the sweaty, throbbing, undulating crowd doesnt make for a very conducive environment for dancing yer heart out in. ask Amanda, she was telling me abt this chick who kept dancing and bumping her bum up against her leg. and Amanda was saying that the girl's got an arse twice the size of j'lo's. ladieez and gents, that is one formidable butt. with one lethal fart from that ass, you'd have created a whole new lethal gas you could use as a weapon against the enemy man. you could call the gas.. Fartrio. has a certain ring to it, doesnt it? *jinglejingle* anyways. i doubt that i shall be clubbing very much, really. i wont go unless i really have to, or unless its one of those extreme rare occasions where i can actually say, "i feel like clubbing tonight! i wanna go i wanna go lets go lets go go go!!" oh yeahh. Amanda lost her hoop earrings some time back when she was clubbing yea? well, the same thing happened to me tonight. i was at phuture dancing(if you can call it that. i'd prefer the term 'budging') with all of em and my right earring fell off my bloody ear and i couldnt find it. Rui tried to look for it for awhile but it was a futile effort. but at least he tried! couldnt find it, so i just continued dancing/budging. and then a few mins later, alluva sudded, Amanda and i saw my lost earring on the ground at the exact same moment! Amanda was pointing it out to me but i was just looking at it in retarded amazement. i swear, it was almost a holy moment right there and then. all those big feet on the ground just parted like when moses parted the red sea, and i saw my earring lying there, bathed in this godly halo of light that resembled silver sunshine.(am i sounding poetic here or wot? hear, hear!!) and it was calling to me, saying in a lil tinny voice, "maddie!! pickemeuppickemeuppickmeupppp!" and i was thinking in my head, "my preciousssss....." and then i picked it up. all this took place in like, two seconds, you realise. there i was, feeling all triumphant, thinking to myself, "i lost this useless piece of jewellery, and now i've found it again! i rock!!" but only later on did i realise that the clasp on the damn thing was missing coz some fatass had trampled and stomped on it and broken it. so now my earring really is a useless piece of jewellery. bloody blistering barnacles. and ynoe i didnt eat before i went drinking, and when my mom picked me up at zouk at abt 2.30am i was feeling pretty damn famished, and i made her stop at shell so that i could get lil hot dog buns and 2 bags of twisties. 20mins later and we'd reached home i'd finished the buns and a bag of twisties(flavour: chickenator. does that not strike fear in yer very hearts, wee laddies??) and later on at home i ate 2 slices of kaya toast. im not sposed to be eating this much man. i gotta start being bullimic *smirx* or start being fat. hmm. touch choices. anyways. its like already 6.45am and i really am feelin kinda tired now. this post had better show or im.. i dont know what i could do, actually. blow. changed the piccie on my blog.. a tribute to all that fine christmas spirit out there! ho ho ho!! listening to: Tell Me by Smilez feat. Southstar
spat vitriol @ 6:51 AM
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Wednesday, November 26, 2003 i am such an imbecile. i think i was lacking sleep or smth and i didnt know what i was doing. there i was, going on and on abt that webcomic abt the medical profession and all and i just realised that i hadnt provided the link. d'oh. here it is. medical mediocrity. knock yerselves out y'all. i slept 14hours today! now i feel truly refreshed. well, sorta. i could sleep some more, actually. and i'd better be going now before im late meeting the girls later at ten. looks like im going to centro, after all. i wont be eating before i drink, tho. "its bad for you!" you say. but im banking on all that xmas pizza i ate yesterday, actually. i doubt that its all fully digested yet. *urpp* listening to: Sleeping Awake by P.O.D.
spat vitriol @ 9:04 PM
xxx okayy. im a lil freaked out now. i needed to take a piss just now so i wanted to go the the toilet in my mom's room(coz my room doesnt have a loo, and the toilet in the kitchen's just creepy). so i opened my mom's room door quietly, and i had just entered the room when i heard the toilet door swinging open by itself, and it stopped once i reached the toilet itself. i just kinda stood there stupidly looking into the loo with my jaw kinda hanging open for awhile. then i switched on the toilet light, pissed my piss, and got out to type this. okayy. i actually wasnt so freaked out just now, but the more i type this the more afraid i get. i kinda feel like there's someone behind me now watching me type all this. godd. im just scaring myself, but i swear i can feel it. can you feel it?? feel afraid enough, and you will. so anyways. its really weird eh. coz i know that i closed the toilet door tight. and also, when the toilet door swings open, it normally swings all the way open, and not half way like just now. kinda strange that it stopped swinging once i was right in front of the toilet. wadever. im a weird, strange, ridiculous person living in a weird, strange, ridiculous house. and im still feeling gull from all that pizza earlier on.[read previous entry] i shall not eat for 5 days, subsisting only on orange, apple & aloe vera and fruit & veggie juice. yumm. if i dont lose weight i'll kick myself.(its possible aight Don. just dont be fussy abt where you wanna kick yerself at) i am so definitely not sleeping until the sun comes up. it'll be up in abt half an hour. im just a lil too afraid than normal la ynoe, im still feeling kinda wary fromt the toilet door incident. *shudder* does sleep deprivation induce paranoia?? coz it could be very much related, ynoe. and lets not forget hallucinating, too. i hope i was. man. it is, after all, goddamn 6.20am in the morning. lil army boys are getting up now getting ready to go to camp, janitors are sweeping up the streets, the birds are starting to chirp and poke out worms, and lovers are going to bed after a night of humpin and grindin and wearing out their bedsprings to death. and i am still bloody awake, right here and now. please god. make the sun rise faster so that i can go to sleep and skip my piano lesson later. and for all the future doctors of the world *cough*, this is a comic abt the medical profession. and its students, mainly. drawn by a singaporean. not very good but wadever rocks yer boat ynoe. listening to: Bad Day by R.E.M.
spat vitriol @ 6:29 AM
xxx aight.. i passed the phone back to Weihong today at centrepoint coz i was eating the christmas pizza with Donovan. we ordered a large pizza. bad move man. we ate everything.. but we couldnt finish our respective last pieces. he had the crust left, i had half a crust and some pizza left.. and there i was thinking that we had cast-iron stomachs. we could be shitting pizza outta our arses when we got outta pizza hut man. anyways. yeah, the phone's back with Weihong, and now im using my old screwed up phone. dammit. i totally totally need a new phone now. i was thinkin of getting the samsung S-300. its exactly like my old A-800, but its in colour. pretty colours! and my A-800 rawwkked man, it was fuckin awesome. bloody hell, and i left it in the goddamn toilet. had those lil idiotic dangling thingys hanging on the phone too, and they dont sell those particular japanese characters anymore. Rishi was even telling me that my phone A-800 represented me coz no one else had that particular model(everyone's so into nokia ynoe. bahh) and with those lil things hanging on it and all.. sighh. it was like, ME, man. anyways. got off the phone with Amanda a couple of hours ago and she was saying that she keeps stuttering and stumbling over words these days. and i totally understood what she was saying coz i've been doing that too! i sound like a complete idiot, really. like, my mouth's moving and sound's spilling out, but my brain's not catching up. ermm. then again, my brain's always kinda on retard mode.. aye but lets not go there la yea? ynoe what.. i twisted my neck. when i woke up this morning, it was twisted. it hurts a lil on the right when i move my head at certain angles, and sometimes there're like these flashes of pain too. mebbe i karate chopped my neck in the middle of the night. ynoe, im so violent, i cant restrain myself man. haaaaaiii- yakkkk!!! *chopchop* i just need to get meself some hatchets, wee laddies! so anyways. im sposed to meet the barker guys at zouk tmr. Rui's going, but i dont know who else he asked since i, well, didnt ask. but he said that "everyone's going". by "everyone's going" im assuming here that he means Rongz, Kenneth, Nicholas.. i dont know who else he asked along man. but i'll be heading down to centro with Diana, Sara, Kian-u first to get free drinks before we all head back to zouk. most free things are just good. so then i might meet the guys at zouk afterwards. i hope i do, really. havent seen em in bloody yonks. i also hope that i will get high tmr night, coz life is just too boringgg without a lil(or yer preferred amount) alcohol man. right, Donovan. finally, i also hope that if i do get high, i'll start talking gibberish(coz i amuse myself then, really i do) but that i wont fall down or collapse or bang myself up. right, Amanda? hoho. anyways. im reading a fellow blogger's umm, well, blog now, and she's pondering abt ass pimples. ynoe. pimples on yer ass. and she's right.. how DO ass zits get there? i mean, you dont have oil glands or anythin on yer ass right? even if you dont wipe up after you take a dump, you still shouldnt still get ass pimples right? so, how and why do ass pimples occur? please, somebody, enlighten moi. i am so not joking. hmm. very strange.. abt as mysterious as spontaneous combustion. okayy.. i dont know why but this just popped into my head: if yer happy and ynoe it pop a zit! if yer happy and ynoe it pop a zit!! if yer happy and ynoe it and you fuckin wanna show it if yer happy and ynoe it pop a zit!!! ohh yeah. i smoked yesterday. but i didnt smoke today coz Don wouldnt share a pack. and ciggies today are just so expensive. and im just so cheapskate. so, basic equation goes: expensive ciggies + cheapskate person = no el cigarattos and i went out with my mom the other day and i bought this army green jacket.. and i've been wearing it for 2 days straight and will continue to wear it for as long as i possibly can until i run outta clothes to match it. or til i get bored of it. well, its kinda more like faded army greenish-brownish kinda. i like it tho.. got that militarian touch ynoe. and i bought a pair of pointy shoes at c&k. always wanted a pair. so wickedly witchy, ynoe. now i gotta get around to wearing it. hmm. i wanna rebond my hair again. dammit. why must it be so fuckin expensive? why must i have motherfuckin goddamn curly hair?? bloody fuckin hell. which reminds me. i told Don today that i shall stop swearing. then i realised a second later that it wouldnt be humanly possible for me so i altered it a lil, and its that i wont swear in hokkien anymore. coz really, i know that swearing in hokkien's bloody crude. i know it is, but sometimes when im just so pissed off, swearing in hokkien just makes me feel all better again. abt as equivalent as prozac to a manic depressive, yea. i gotta admit that i swear in hokkien sometimes to irk my mom, especially since she's very familiar with the dialect(and canto. and teochew. and whay do i know?? english and mandarin. wadahell). i wont use it to her ynoe, thats terrible. but i'll say stuff like, "and that bloody j*b** lecturer failed me just coz he's biased against me." ynoe, that kinda thing. sometimes tho(and its rare. but it happens), she wont say anything if for example, we're in the car and she's driving *d'oh!* and some fucking motorcycle suddenly swerves into our lane and we nearly have an accident even if we dont, and i yell, "fucking k*n*n*h c** j*b**!!".. then she's alright. coz im saying it for both our sakes. and besides, the wankin motorcyclist really did deserve me saying that, didnt he? so yeah. wadever man, really. and bloody Rishi's off in bankok having fun and all.. he icqed me and told me he's got his distant cousin's wedding to attend, and parties all th way til monday.. bloody hell. he'd better buy me my earrings.. sniff. but he will la, he always does. and its sacrilegious to break or defy a long-standing tradition, ynoe ynoe. and i just checked out and compared my A-800 against the S-300 and seriously, it aint nothin compared to my A-800 man. they're the exact same dimensions, tho. so what if the S-300 has got a 65000 colour screen, a standby time twice the length of the A-800(i can always charge the phone man..), and 40-chord polyphonic ringtones(that i dont give a shit abt coz my mobile's always on silent mode)?? the A-800, ladieez and gents has these marvellous features: +it's 2 whole grams lighter than the s-300 +"User Customizable Memory Allocation" allows you to allocate and utilize memory efficiently according to your needs: - Example: The download capacity of Phonebook, SMS, Image, Ringtone, and Voice Memo can be readjusted according to user demands. - Via balanced memory readjustment, the SGH-A800 can store up to 2,000 phone book numbers, 200 SMS, 30 images, 40 ringtones, and 300-second voice memos, and thus making it your most loyal life manager.(oh yes.. i still remember those days when i could store a million numbers and msgs and thingys in my phone.. sniff) +When the new Blue i rings with rich 16-chord polyphonic ringtones, it shines in seven brilliant colors, becoming an eye-grabbing fashion item. The colors are blue, orange, violet, green, sky blue, yellow, white.(pretty colours pretty colours!!) +The colors can be set based on the caller group for incoming calls.(when my mom called i set it to red. and the urgent and yucky winter sonata would play so that i'd pick it up real quick) +The Long Messages capability allows you to send 1,8120 characters in 1 single SMS.(and i could go on typing like nobody's business coz there was so much allowance) + Diverse PIM (Personal Information Management) functions include Scheduler, Calendar, To do list, Short Cut, Clock, World Time, Alarm, Calculator, Memo Book, Count down timer, and Stopwatch, will enable you to more effectively customize and manage your life. seriously. i loved that phone. godd. my heart still bloody aches when i think abt it man.. it was my baby, really it was. i'd give almost anything to get my phone back. as in, MY particular A-800 phone. if i ever knew who took it i'd clobber that person to hell and rob it off her. i know its a female, coz i left my phone in the ladieez toilet, and the A-800 is a very feminine phone. i will kick her ass, take my phone back, and mebbe steal her money since im already at it. and then punch her a few more times. oh, bliss. and i was just playing my ol skool(i gotta spell it like this. it looks more appropriate, somehow) gameboy just now and it suddenly came to me. now i know why i've the ability to sms at lightning speed with extremely minimal typos. coz i play my gameboy, man! i've been playing my gameboy since i was like in primary four, all the way til now, and i still play the damn thing. and when you play the gameboy, you gotta be thinking ahead so that you dont get chomped or munched on or killed(that explains how i can type without pausing to think.. coz im thinking ahead.. yeahh man..). and i really gotta handle the buttons well on the gameboy, especially for mario, coz i wanna get all the coins(and points), and thats why my fingers can move real quick when im smsing. woww! well. wadever, ynoe, seriously. blame it on the sleep deprivation man. godd this blows. i've got piano tmr and i havent practised much. what's new la ynoe. and the lesson's at 1030am tmr and i gotta go out tmr night.. *groann* and i've got my supplementary paper to do as well and i gotta hand it in by the fifth and i havent even properly read up on what i've got to do yet. bloody joyful. i hope im not screwed. not too screwed, anyways. think i'll skip my piano lesson later. i'll say i've got a tummyache. so cliched my piano teacher wont suspect it as much as other excuses i'd give her. my throat feels so dry. isit coz i havent had a fag since yesterday? *snorx* hopefully i wont smoke later tonight if i go clubbing with the girls and boys. listening to: Jumper by 3EB
spat vitriol @ 5:09 AM
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Tuesday, November 25, 2003 okayy. i made a list of the things that just pissed me off today. 1)Eugene. the bugger didnt wake up til 12.30pm. i left his shirt in my school locker so he could collect it. he apologised. yeah aight, wadever. 2)having to wake up early today for Eugene and not getting enough bloody sleep. 3)facing daylight. it hurts. i was squinting the entire day man. 4)i was having a bad hair day. actually, everyday's bad hair day. but today was especially bad la ynoe. 5)people who were pushing past me to get onto the mrt this afternoon. 6)this stinky guy who was one of the people pushing past me. and who also picked his nose, and then smeared his booger onto the lil divider thing. he also smeared it on his bag. nice. 7)this tall and thin angmoh girl i saw on the train. just reminded me of how inadequate i am. yayy. 8)and this is the thing that pissed me off most of all. i was plugged into my discman and i was gonna top up my farecard at the machine and in front of me was this woman who wasnt carrying alotta stuff, but her hands were a lil full. so anyways. is it not just common bloody sense, that if yer gonna buy a ticket at the machine(and if you didnt know the price of the ticket) to at least take out yer bloody wallet?? but no, this dumbass in front of me was standing there, digging and digging for her wallet. so nvm, thats okay. then she drops a 2 dollar note, and without her even asking i bend down to pick it up for her, even as she's pointing at the 2 dollar bill. then, she has the gall to say this to me.. she told me to pick up this separate piece of paper on the floor. i lip-read her woprds coz i was plugged in. and she didnt even say thank you. okay. first things first. do i look like yer motherfuckin maid? do i look like someone to pick up yer piece of crapshit paper you dont need right now, that you can pick up for yerself after buying yerself a one-way ticket to the eternal pits of Hell? and also, get some manners bitch. i picked up yer 2 goddamn bucks, i even picked up the piece of paper yer gonna rub the shit off yer arse off with later, and you cant even utter a thank you? godd. fuckin imbecilic moron. and she didnt even smile at me or anything. ungrateful whore. AND she wasnt even good-looking. if yer good-looking then mebbe you've got a reason(lame as it may bloody be) to be snotty. but if yer one ugly fat bitch, then just fuck off, purchase some cheap manners at ebay, and employ a good plastic surgeon while yer at it, too. and toilet paper. sorry. nasty mood. i've got a tummyache. and thinking abt that rude, ungrateful bitch just makes me.. simmer. today has just been a.. bad day. and ynoe im presently using Weihong's mobile? well he needs it back tmr coz his camera phone got taken by his superiors. this is terrible.. all my messages!! they'll all be lost! godammit man seriously. fuck. i dont blame Weihong or anythin, in fact im really quite grateful to him for lending me his mobile for so damn long, but i kinda wish i had a few more days so that mebbe i'd have time to get myself a new(er) phone. coz i've already got another phone, but its old, its banged up and scratched up, and its bloody ancient. and its damn sad, i just bought a new casing for Weihong's mobile coz i thought that i'd be using it for some time more. this is just a sad, sad day of unfortunate coincidence/s la really. bloody hell really. this blows. seriously. i'll just lose all my messages i spose. omg. time to start majorly sucking up to my mom. i need a new phone man. *sighh* how utterly depressing. on a slightly lighter note, i caught another psycho thriller with Donovan today.. the title was Cold Creek Manor. i'll give it 2 and 3/4 stars, dont ask me what the plot's abt. Identity was better tho. i want some lotr man. and mebbe with a dash of harry potter. and a large sprinkle of Duplex. godd. im pretty damn tired. this is the bad day's fault. and quite alot of it has gotta do with Eugene. coz if not i wouldnt have gotten annoyed in the morning for having to wait for him to call, to wake up earlier than i had to, and to face daylight earlier than i would need to. ergh. goddamn tummyache. christ. listening to: Reoffender by Travis drinking: apple and aloe vera juice
spat vitriol @ 7:28 AM
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Monday, November 24, 2003 i've only had 5 bloody hours of sleep. and why?? please, do allow me to enlighten you. i was out with Donovan yesterday, and Eugene called me. he told me he needs the collared shirt that he gave me some time ago back coz he's got work today. im alright with that, and i ask him what time he needs it. and he tells me eleven am, and im like, FUCK man. but he needs it la, so fine ynoe, i'll wake up. and coz he's forgotten how to get to my place, and/or coz its inconvenient for him/he doesnt know how to get from my place to his girlfriend's place, i gotta take a bus and all that and meet him at a central meeting place at 11am. and what's the fuckin time? its bloody 11.10am, ladieez and gents. he made me wake up, and he's the one who needs the shirt, and he's probably still fuckin sleeping. i called and msged the bugger but he didnt reply or pick up. christ. i dont have to pass him the goddamn shirt ynoe. i could even insist he come to my place to pick it up. but no, i agree to meet him at a central meeting place, and i gotta change and look presentable and take a bus down and everything and he's not even bloody AWAKE. anyways. thing is, i failed one of my modules, and we've got a week to do the supplementary paper.(for us design students its more a supplementary project than paper but anyways) apparantly im sposed to have collected the supplementary paper on saturday but i didnt bloody know(as usual) and so im sposed to meet Eugene, pass him the shirt, then go get his girlfriend, then pop down to school coz his girlfriend's gotta collect her supp paper too. Eugene was the one who actually told me abt the supp paper thing, if not i'd still blissfully be in the dark abt it all. for that, i thank him. for informing me abt it. if not i wouldnt even know that yer sposed to collect the supp paper. as it is, since i didnt collect it on saturday, i've got 2 less days to do the damn thing. but thing is, even if i wanna collect it, i didnt have to wake up this early. i could've woken up later and my mom would've fetched me to school. im up this early only coz im psosed to pass Eugene the bloody goddamn shirt. bloody fuckin hell. its already 11.17am and no sign of him. he had better have a good reason as to why he's late if not im seriously gonna kick his lil ass. im not even fuckin joking. *frowning is bad maddie.. frowning gives you wrinkles.. dont frown.. omm.. dont frown..* he had better contact me soon. on a lighter note, i didnt smoke at all the whole day yesterday! Donovan totally wouldnt gimme a ciggie coz i told him that im not sposed to smoke. and i told him to make sure that i didnt. and he totally wouldnt gimme a fag the entire night even when i was saying 'please'. i was saying 'please' man! but.. thanks dude for not giving me a ciggie the entire night. no really. my lungs feel clearer. or smth. but it was a lil weird.. i felt like i really wanted a ciggie last night. i hope im not hooked or anything. nahh.. i dont think so.. right?? lets see how long i'll be able to not smoke. im not gonna be bringing out a lighter from now on. the longest i've gone without fags is like a week and a half i think. aight screw this shit, im getting my mom to fetch me to school. Eugene can bloody collect his shirt from me in school if he wants it that bad.(and i know he does) listening to: Gangsta Lovin' by Ailcia Keys & Eve
spat vitriol @ 11:27 AM
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Sunday, November 23, 2003 Elementary, My Dear Watson 
this lil comic is dedicated to Sara, since her tagline is "no shit, sherlock". too bad she doesnt read my blog, or anybody's blog, for that matter. i wonder what she does while spending all that time online.. *ponder ponder*
spat vitriol @ 6:59 PM
xxx the papers just came and im leafing thru the Toys 'R' Us brochure that came with it and goddammit! i wish i was a kid again!! i wanna play with all those cool toys! they've got Care Bears.. i wouldnt buy em now, tho i had one when i was loads younger. it was green.. with some plant on it.. ermm. but aww.. memories.  omg. they're even selling the Care Bears movie there.
they've got My Little Pony too. they're cute, really they are. i think its strange now that i never did play with these stiffass boring lil creatures. my cousin gave me one but they really arent as exciting as.. Bratz! i love Bratz!! seriously.. they're so adorable with their oddly misshapen faces and stylish clothes and gear i'd die to have. well, not die to have.. mebbe faint to have instead? 
love the goth look, Chloe.(smack me for talkin to a doll) i dont really fancy barbie these days, but i do like My Scene. they're like a grown up versh of Bratz. Bratz is a lil more kiddy.. arrgghh!! i want more clothes! NICE clothes!! like My Scene! and boots.. *whimper* 
toys r us have even got night vision goggles, control helicopters and remote monster trucks!(one of which bears an uncanny resemblance to Donovan's jeep, with the exact same colours and all) among loads of other awesome stuff, of course.. okayy. wadever. im sick of searching for piccies of the toys to put on here. i just ate canned sardines in teriyaki sauce and im gonna sleep now. im going out later.. i need my beauty sleep. or just sleep, really. one last thing.. ynoe the gamyboy advance sp is kinda handy to have around and all coz its so small and its like a flip phone, you can flip it open so it saves space. even has got bloody in-built lights so you can play in the dark without the external lighting equipment. how convenient. they've even got em in frosty pink, can you believe that?? but it costs a whopping $289.95. *fans myself* whoo. i could get 2 pairs of levi's with 290 freakin bucks dude. or my old samsung A-800. oh, woe betide me.. *mooannnn* note to self: if i see any bugger in school parading it around.. steal it. 
its quite a pretty colour really.. arctic blue, they call it. toys rule. listening to: Maybe Tomorrow by Stereophonics
spat vitriol @ 6:39 AM
xxx Ugly. Mean. Base. Vulgar. Obscene. Tasteless. Offensive. Subhuman. Retarded. Dirty. Sleazy. Impolite. Portentous of doom. Vindictive. Malaproprious. Vengeful. Scandalous. A glaring example of humanity's shortcomings. Evil. Ungrateful. Threatening. Curmudgeonly. Resentful. Negative. Inconsiderate. Controversial. Bad. Naughty. Showing a lack of restraint. A detriment to society. Filled with bad intent. Malicious. Satanic. Archaic. Anarchic. Lacking a certain panache. Futile. Cowardly. Misanthropic. In-your-face. Impudent. Inappropriate in mixed company. Only for those who lack the ability to express themselves in a clear verbal manner. Terrifyingly 3-D. 
Foreward: The Finger We are born into this world bloody, screaming, and naked. Yanked from a cozy womb, we begin a long and cranky struggle to make sense of our new surroundings. As infants, even before we can speak, we learn to express our feelings by imitating the gestures of others. These might range from a hand in the mouth saying, "Get those strained peas outta my face!" to a wild arm-flail meaning, "Put that thermometer up your own ass, lady." Either way, we're still communicating with gestures. The word 'gesture' comes from the Latin word gerere, which means to comport, or show oneself. A gesture places a person's thoughts on display for all to see. Since as far back as the first grade, we've all known that one gesture would transmit anger and frustration better than any other: a raised middle finger. The central digit of either hand, firmly upturned and thrust emphatically, always gets the point across. In the wake of political correctness, when thoughts are considered dangerous and mere words can cause internal bleeding and the heartbreak of psoriasis, the finger stands alone. It's an equal-opportunity offender. This is a book for anyone who's ever been put-down, stomped on, left out or cast aside. It's for the little guy, the underdog, the wallflower, the schlemiel and the schlimazel. It's a response to the promotion you never got, the stain on your dress and the knife wound in your gut. A rebuttal to every joke at your expense, every scrap of toilet paper stuck to your shoe, and every toupee that's ever blown off your head in a windstorm. Or something like that. A middle finger conveys inner turmoil to the outside world. It transforms your hand into a powerful tool--a lightning rod of anger. The finger says, "I do not agree," "up yours," "stick it where the sun don't shine" or, quite eloquently, "fuck you." This tiny, once-insignificant digit becomes symbolic of something bigger and more sinister, essentially telling the victim that your hefty set of genitals can kick their ass--or simply that you may kick them in their genitals. What other insult measures up to the finger? "Dickweed"? "Shithead"? Curse words have lost their punch. They're overused, improperly conjugated, and hard to understand if you have a lisp. In this fragmented era of MTV and STDs, Big Macs and vials of crack, the finger is one signifier that's universally understood across social, linguistic, and economic barriers. Everyone reading this has, at one time, given or gotten the finger. It's the common experience bonding the New Yorker to the Nebraskan, the Hawaiian to the Alaskan. The finger is the hem holding up the pant leg of society. After billions of years of trial and error, evolution finally produced an intelligent, upright walking mammal. This new being found that his hands could not only fashion instruments to reshape his surroundings, but also to communicate ideas. Man's dexterity unlocked a Pandora's Box of unlimited expression, giving birth to the opposable thumb's evil, foul-tempered cousin: THE BIRD. Forget God; forget country; this great nation is founded on the principles of the bird. The finger is your ticket to independence. Freedom. Truth, justice, and the pursuit of high-quality footwear at a fraction of retail cost. A (short) History of the Longest Finger Giving someone "the finger" is one of the basest violations in modern culture, but its origins date back over 2500 years. The first written record of the insult occurred in ancient Greece, where the playwright Aristophanes (the Adam Sandler of his day) made a crude joke mixing up the middle finger and the penis. Even back then, the bird was considered an aggressive, phallic put-down. By jabbing a threatening phallus at your enemy like a wild animal, you aren't just belittling him, but also making him your sexual inferior. In Greek comedies, actors often appeared with long leather flaps tied to their belts in a representation of the male appendage. These actors slapped each other around with their 'comedy dicks' in a bit of wacky shtick akin to today's whoopee cushion. Yet, the average Greek citizen probably couldn't afford (and didn't want) to wear his or her own leather cock around the Acropolis. Instead, these ordinary Janes and Platos called upon the substitute wieners within their own hands to mock, threaten, and humiliate opponents. And boy, did it. When the Romans imported the art, music, and culture of the Greeks, the finger came along, too. Roman Emperor Caligula, a pioneer in perversity, frequently shocked his citizens by forcing them to kiss his middle finger instead of his hand. One of his subjects, Cassius, who Caligula often taunted as being too effeminate, finally had enough humiliation and assassinated him. Clearly, the bird was not to be taken lightly. During the Middle Ages, the finger went underground. It was still known, but the Catholic Church frowned upon its use, as the middle finger was supposed to be holy in the Mass. The unholy insult lurked deep within the hearts of filthy- minded folks everywhere, hiding from sight until the 19th century when it began to crop up again thanks to a new invention -photography. In 1886, Hall of Fame baseball pitcher Charles "Old Hoss" Radbourn slipped his little finger fastball into the Boston Beaneaters team picture. The split-second art of photography could turn the once-boring painted portrait into a spontaneous work of rebellion, humor and spunk. Americans everywhere quickly got into the act. 
Old Hoss makes history with his finger In the polyglot, immigrant mish-mash of early 20th century America, the finger was the one symbol every man, woman and dog could understand. With the invention of the automobile, it could be delivered from behind the safety of glass & steel, and at great speeds. All the finger needs to deliver its punch is a clear line of sight. Check out this horizon line, baby! Throughout the 20th century, the finger has penetrated all levels of society. Roughhewn farmers did it, hippies did it, and even the Vice President of the United States got into the act. At a campaign stop for Senator Bob Dole in 1976, Nelson Rockefeller was heckled by protesters telling him what they thought of his Vietnam war policy by casting their middle finger votes. Never one to back down, Rocky just flipped it right back. 
Vice President Nelson Rockefeller appeals to the younger voters at this 1976 rally for Bob Dole.(in background) Considering the Vice-president of the USA could flip off with impunity, it is no surprise that only a few months later, an appellate court in Connecticut ruled the finger was not legally obscene, releasing it from its gilded cage. At the dawn of a new millennium, we can rest assured this once endangered bird is thriving. Today it appears in films ("Titanic"), books (Elizabeth Wurtzel's "Bitch"), school yards, and most recently, network television (on "NYPD Blue"). Instead of shunning this "obscene" gesture, we must treasure its rich cultural heritage. We are living in the Golden Age of The Finger. Get used to it. *** Fun Fact 1 
In 1644, John Bulwer wrote Chirologica: of the Naturall Language of the Hande as a guide to common hand signals for the deaf. The finger, or convicium facio (meaning, I provoke an argument) was a "natural expression of scorn and contempt." Although he thought it was horrid to use, the deaf might have had no better way to express themselves after someone dumped the contents of a chamber pot on them in the street. Fun Fact 2 
Astronomer Galileo's meticulously preserved middle finger can be seen today in Italy's Museo di Storia del Scienza. The famous astronomer's appendage was plucked from his dead body by a souvenir-seeking Anton Francesco Gori in 1737. Gori detached this prize while moving the body from an undignified storage closet to a nearby chapel. Isn't it fitting that Galileo is still giving 'the finger' to all those who doubted his proofs of Copernicus' theory that the sun was the center of the galaxy? 
Finger Manifesto 
White people do it. Black people do it. Asians do it. Italians do it frequently. Senior citizens won't admit they do it, but they do. For over two thousand years the Middle Finger has fought a pitched battle against those who would demand you conform to their five Fingered world of polite, open-handed, beauty-queen waves--never expressing any discontent, any anger, or anything you might have to say. The Finger is Angry The Middle Finger is the strength of any hand. The true worker of any hand. It is the one which constantly opens and closes for the synchronous benefit of its brother Fingers. The one that curls with optimism and hope around any task which betters life for the entire organism. Do you really think we could get by with just thumbs? Do you actually believe you're above your own Fingers? Clearly the Middle Finger is the superior Finger, because it's longer, it's stronger, and it deserves distinction. The Finger is Pointing at You Want to climb the ladder of corporate America? Let your Finger languish in your palm. Want to climb the ladder of freedom? Let your Finger do the talking. The Finger Demands your Attention Want to sublimate the masses? Become a man of letters, politics, and power. Want to incite a riot? Give a crowd the Finger. The Finger Does Not Ask for Forgiveness Want to hide how you feel? Mask yourself in obscure meanings, arcane expressions, and cliches. Want people to know how you feel? Smash their comfortable illusions by unleashing your three-knuckled, flesh and bone, second-Finger-from-the-thumb attack directly upon their unsuspecting eyes. The Finger is the Revolution The Finger will be televised- but it'll crack the camera lens. Do not imagine for a moment that the Finger will allow itself to be co-opted. It is no mere catch-phrase to be researched, quantified and cataloged for commercial use. It is a threat, a mantra, a way of being that comes directly from the base of the hypothalamus directly to the last digit of your thrusting destiny. The Finger Will Not Ask Questions.. Now or at a Later Date Give yourself the Finger. Feel the anger bubbling under the your face? Is it red? Are you eyes bulging out of your head? The Finger is about equality--equal contempt for all who attempt to capture the spirit and freedom of the Finger with their greedy gaze. Now you are ready to perform the Finger's will. THE FINGER BELONGS TO EVERYONE Don't allow yourself to be part of this sanctimony anymore. Raise yourself above prejudice and contempt. Open your mind and unfurl your center digit against, adversity, censorship, and ignorance-- words which are truly, "ugly" and "mean." The Finger is not the problem-- the Finger is the solution. 
SALVATION IS AT THE TIP OF YOUR FINGER!! a note from me: what a sublimely rich history The Finger has got. we must seek to preserve such culture! a toast.. to The Finger, everyone!! all information culled from The Finger. more interesting nuggets of information available there. as i quote them: "Never before has something so thorough been written about something this stupid." a note from me: more piccies to slow down this gig. whee!! i shall categorise em. Shot. bang bang. 
Tupac Shakur displays two mighty digits. Too bad they weren't fast enough to catch that bullet. 
Kurt Cobain flips the wrong finger. Makes you wonder if he was trying to get Courtney and screwed up which part of the shotgun was the shooting end. Murderers. chop chop, everyone. 
Richard Allen Davis has only two things to say to the jury that found him guilty of murdering 12 year-old Polly Klass. Neither of them is very appealing. 
Mikail Markhasev murdered Bill Cosby's only son, Ennis. Police were tipped off by a friend told police he heard "the guy say 'I just shot this black boy.'" Here he is, obviously very repentant. Celebrities.. some of em, anyways. 
Motley Crue drummer and ex-Mr. Anderson, Tommy Lee makes a rare appearance between porno shoots and jail. 
Frank Zappa digs for the root of his anger. 
Stone Cold Steve Austin launches a meaty, full-finger nelson at an attacker. If you had any doubts about whether professional wrestling is real, well...you probably still do. 
Pre-surgery Courtney Love looking very (un)attractive. Mmm- Let me snack on that Hole! 
The Beastie Boys can say, "Hello, Nasty" without even opening their mouths. listening to: Living Dead Girl by Rob Zombie. this is officially my theme song now. yes, i've go a theme song right here and now! alright now, go along and play, or dya want the bird eh?
spat vitriol @ 4:52 AM
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Saturday, November 22, 2003 i wanna be a Care Bear oh it will be so great when im a Care Bear oh i can hardly wait to be a Care Bear and do the things Care Bears do. oh i wanna be a Care Bear like you! you do? i'll be like Funshine and make the sunshine and have heart like Love-a-Lot. i'll be like Wish Bear and always be there. we'll be the luckiest bears in Care-a-Lot. i wanna be a Care Bear and fill the world with love to be a Care Bear is what im dreaming of. we'll make a great pair we'll stick together thru and thru like glue. i dont wanna be a cook or a fireman and i dont wanna play trombone in the marching band i just wanna be a Care Bear like you! i just wanna be a Care Bear. ** carebears.. *hugz myself*.. i loved carebears. i'd still love em, but the eeky drawings are a turnoff. Chai asked me to go watch the finals at Chjimes with em tonight. it was Sundeep's idea. i told Chai i didnt wanna go watch the finals, but i wouldnt mind meeting em after the match. too bad tho, most of em couldnt make it tonight so plans were cancelled. i guess its kinda a good thing coz my body's aching. and i wanna watch Flowers In The Attic tonight. the movie's based on the book by V.C.Andrews of the same title, and i've got the book, but i wanna see it in a movie. plus, i bet the movie's really goddamn old and they'll never ever show it again due to poor ratings thats why im gonna watch it tonight. if i dont fall asleep, that is. Jon was saying that the reason why im sleeping so much and im so lethargic and everything is probably coz i smoke too much. maybe, maybe. maybe i should stop.. maybe even quit. maybe, maybe. anyways. im really bloody sick of clubbing. i've been like this before, and then i stopped clubbing for 6 months. i suddenly had alotta spare cash. but i stopped coz i'd been going to every jc party and clubbing every week even if there wasn a jc party and at the end of it all i just so saturated i stopped, just like that, and never even went near a club for practically half a year. i suspect that the same thing's happening now, tho this fallow period would probably not last as long as 6 months. i hope that at the end of it all i shall have enough saved up to buy the stuff i want. coz i want alotta stuff, ynoe. and i decided that im not gonna get boots. they'll stink up after awhile. *sniff* i hate spam mail. listening to: Hitching A Ride by Greenday
spat vitriol @ 7:11 PM
xxx [warning: im braindead at the mo so this entry is gonna be just as braindead] i kinda just got home 10mins ago. i wasnt planning on going out today but Jon called me in the evening and asked me to go out for dinner and since i hadnt met him ages too i said okay. by the way, you've got Jon to thank for introducing me to spongebob and me talking abt spongebob whenever i've got the opportunity. he likes spongebob too. and when we were at the pasar malam at bugis we saw spongebob boxers. they were ugly. its sad, but spongebob only looks good in the cartoons and mebbe on paper but nowhere else. so he picked me up on his bike at ang mo kio coz he didnt know how to get to my place and we went to bugis to eat chicken rice and he suggested watching a movie. of course, im still budget, but he said he'd pay. one catch tho.. we had to watch Looney Tunes. he wanted to watch it, in fact he was rather keen on the show. he's 21, by the way. hahaha.. so adorable. anyways. he kinda regretted it at the end i think. there were like, 12 people in the theatre, and its a friday night. plus, it was a midnight movie. thats just sad, man. i wonder how big a loss Looney Tunes will make. *smirx* im gonna buy Jon a pack of ciggies coz he paid for my movie ticket. and after the movie we went home. he sent me back, of course. i quite like riding on a bike.. i mean, just a small swerve to the side and you could hit yer head and die, ynoe? and jon's gotten into some minor scrapes already. he's kinda an unsafe rider too, weaving thru traffic and all. basically, any of you who drive cars out there reading this, Jon is the kinda motorcyclist you'd love to hate. but it was cool. i dont drive a car(or any other vehicle), and at times i was a lil tempted to stick up my middle finger to certian cars and scream, "KISS IT!!" but of course, i didnt. the car could just knock Jon and me into timbucktoo real easy ynoe. anyways. on the way home it started to drizzle.(especially when i'd forecasted the weather and confidently told Jon,"it's not gonna rain!" hell. i should not join the meterological center man) its not so bad really, riding a bike and its drizzling. lil rain droplets can sting sometimes but its quite alright. its kinda fun, actually. *vroooom* with the wind rushing thru yer hair.. my hair got mighty tangled and its still tangled coz i havent combed(more like yanked) the knots out. but i dont care. i gotta steal a few more rides from Jon!! but he was a sport, he just sent me home, and he's gotta make the long journey back to the east with the rain and all that.. and ooh! and i managed to give him proper directions to my home! for once, i didnt get the driver going round in circles(or squares) coz of the wrong directions i've given. coz i gave good directions! right directions! directions that led to my home!! yayy! but when i got off the bike when we reached bugis my legs were a lil shaky.. had to grab Jon's shoulder for support. and after the long ride home(coz he took a wrong turn and we ended up near dover.. from bugis, you realise) my legs were kinda wobbly too. they're still a lil weak right now, actually. is this what it feels like to fall in love?? weak knees? geddit, geddit?! *hawhaw* lame, lame. anyways. Jon told me our tp results are out already. dammit. he hasnt checked his results coz he's forgotten his password. i, on the other hand, havent(now dont you be thinkin that my memory's so good, its only coz my password's my mobile number) and im checking my results now.. my, the anticipation is just killing me. coz ynoe, i just know i'll do so well and all that. okay.. i passed everything except the module i knew i'd fail. i didnt attend class, didnt do the work.. d'oh. if i passed i'd go and buy toto man. got c'd and d's. not too surprising either, but at least i passed, coz i was already re-taking a few of the modules for the 2nd time. the one module i failed tho, its the first time i've failed it. umm.. i'll work harder next semester? *blinkblink* i told my mom my results. she seems neutral enough. i think my mom's kinda relieved i passed all my modules except one(which she knew i was gonna fail, anyways, coz she'd already received the letter informing her that i'd failed it) coz she just offered me a bun. i will take it. maddie hungry. listening to: One Of Us by Joan Osbourne
spat vitriol @ 3:14 AM
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Friday, November 21, 2003 watch KILL BILL!! (refer to previous entry, o ignorant one) anyways. im up now. im up, after an hour and a half of glorious, invigorating, refreshing sleep. right. plus, i really really wanted a drink. orange juice. yum. coke. yumm! my mom says it aint good to drink soft drinks in the morning on an empty stomach but i like it. especially on those rare mornings when im not late, or right on time, but actually early *haaaalellujah* for SCHOOL. its such a miraculous feeling really.. i simply cant describe it. its like, being touched by the pinky fingernail of god. but anyways. yea. on those days, i like to get a can of vanilla coke from the canteen and drink it. mebbe 2 cans. i remember there was this one day where i didnt eat a single thing the entire day but i fuelled myself on 4 cans of vanilla coke.. mm. shit. i really need a vanilla coke now. hell. ooh. i just opened up the the 2nd page of the life! newspaper and there's a full page advert on Dior bags and pouches and all and the model's wearing a matching lingerie Dior set.. and they've all got the Dior logo and it's all pink!! its so adorable!! on second glance, its really not that nice, and it'd be a lil tough to match stuff with em, but its all still really pretty! and Johnny Depp's been voted people magazine's Sexiest Man Alive for 2003. i love him, really i do, and his films too. Eward Scissorhands brings a tear to my eye. *sniff* Pirates of the Caribbean rocks. and he was great in From Hell. and i admire him for being fussy with the roles he picks to act in. he's so individualistic.. love the flippant and offbeat attitude. this fella's got style la. and he's so passionate abt what he does, too. 
i love this picture. i love the piano. i love Johnny's long fingers. i like jude law for the same reasons too. he was fabulous in Gattaca. and he was so convincing in a.i. too bad the film itself didnt live up to expectations. except that while johnny's got his own style, jude's more of a classic. so.. sexual. *licks lips* 
if i ever have children in the future and its a son, i shall him.. Jude. "hey, jude!!" he's even got a song named after him man. ooh. im looking at my painted fingernails now(and my bubbly thumb. please, refer to previous entry, too. tho now its a lil chipped bubbly thumb) now and can you imagine this: a girl, who's also got polished fingernails, picks her nose, and her booger's SO acidic that it dissolves her nail polish? so like, she's gotta use a cotton bud to pick out the dirt or smth instead so she doesnt ruin the nails. but its cool, she doesnt need to splurge on expensive nail polish removers. whee!! oh yes. did i ever tell you that in primary three(this was before i dislocated my arm. tell you later) a friend and i were playing with a pencil(one of those old-fashioned ones, the wooden ones.. not the fancy mechanical ones).. i was holding it and my friend was playfully trying to snatch it from me. i also had to look out for the teacher outta the corner of my eye coz she was a bloody fierce teacher and she'd kill us if she caught us fooling around in class. i guess i must've been looking too hard for the teacher coz i stabbed my friend in the eye with the pencil. ho hum. yeahh. so we dropped the pencil, and she kinda got up, shrieking, and staggering to the back of the classroom, her hands covering her stabbed eye. and i followed her to the back, and i was like, "im so sorry Shimin! im so sorry!!" and the usual shite. there wasnt any blood, not that i can remember, anyway. and as she stood there bent over at the back of the classroom i swear i saw the pencil lead drop outta her eye and onto the floor. damn. should've kept the lead as a ssouvenir of the incident. so anyways. her dad came down to school later to get her, and she went to the hospital or smth i spose. her eye was alright, coz apparantly i'd stuck the pencil into the area around her tearduct so it wasnt too bad, the pencil hadnt got lodged in her eyeball or anything. and there was this small faint, grey(the colour of lead, actually) mark where the pencil went in. memories, memories.. yesterday, all my toubles seemed so far awayyyyyyyyyyy.. i just realised that as i typed that, my results are gonna be coming out really, motherfuckin goddamn soon. christ. im just in a rubbishy mood now.. as in like, alluva sudden, all the stupid, retarded things are coming to my mind now. and im putting em down here. arent you buggers lucky lucky lucky?? speakin of retarded, there's this song by Black Eyed Peas titled "i'm so retarded". i think. but yea, should be la. and its not a bad song, actually. i want the black eyed peas album! also the chemical bros album, and john mayer's first album, and mebbe the all american rejects's album, too. havent checked out the all alerican rejects one tho, it might not be that good. ohh right, abt that dislocated arm incident. nothin much really. in primary three during recess i was playing on the monkey bars. just kinda.. swinging around.. UNLEASH YER INNER MONKEY!!! OOK OOK!! so anyways. i'd gotten bored of playing catching and jumping rope and all that bullshit already. so anyways. we had 2 monkey bars in primary school then.. there was the shorter one in the overgrown field, with the blue paint peeling off it and all that, and once when i was climbing it my right hand and i were pleasantly surprised by some snot that was smeared on one of the bars, and i never climbed it again. so i migrated to the taller one, and it wasnt as fun coz the lower primary kids all climbed the shorter one, but at least the tall one was completely clean. so the taller one wasnt in the field like the other one, it was on the sand. and as expected, i fell, and dislocated my bloody left arm at the elbow. and i wasnt crying, and it didnt hurt, but i was on my butt on the sand. and my stupid dumbass friend just stood over me, not saying a word, as she watched me clutching my left elbow. i swear, if i knew how to swear then, i would've just gone like, "fuck la you fuckin idiot!! go and get the bloody teacher la!! why the fuck are you just standing there you fuckin dumbass??" but as it was then, i didnt know how to swear, so all i said was, "go and get the teacher la you!!" after she'd been standing there for 5 loooong seconds looking at me with her mouth hanging open like some idiotic primate. then.. yada yada.. went to a&e at the hospital, they put my arm in a cast, blah blah, and im all okay now. whoopee fuckin doo. anyways. thank god i've got a 1.5litre bottle of coke in my fridge. im drinking it straight outta the bottle. but its finishing soon. oh yeahh.. i just remembered smth. last time when i was kinda young, like in lower primary, and i went over to my cousin's alot. and my cousin Matthew told me that there were 7 ingredients in coke, and i was like, "wow! really?" and he was so sure of himself, and he said, "yeah, dya know what they are?" and i shook my head and said, "no.." stupid me. i didnt know that the Ingredients label existed on food items. d'oh. and Matthew wouldnt tell me what the ingredients were and i kept begging and asking him and he wouldnt tell. and i was so insistent, coz it was like so cool.. it was COKE man, and he knew the SECRET RECIPE to making coke!! it was so exciting. now i know what the ingredients are, but i dont give a shit anymore, do i? anyways. i wonder why i went over to my cousins's place so often. i've got my daddy to thank for that, i believe. but anyways. the girl, Adeline, was too old for me to connect with(she's 21 now i think, and she graduated from rjc and is currently in london on a law scholarship) and the younger boy, that is, Matthew, was a complete brat and a bully(he's 19 now, was from rjc as well and got all a's for his a levels at rjc and is currently doing ns) and i feared him like hell. i was an only child and pampered and all that so when he bullied me i'd cry and all that.. and it took me a while, but eventually i learnt how to defend myself against his verbal attacks by being sarcastic to him(dont mind me, he did physical attacks too) in fact.. i do believe i first learnt how to be sarcastic from him, albeit indirectly. tho i think we did fight physicallyas well but the adults would stop us before anythin got too serious. i might even have to thank him for the way i am today. thanks Matthew!! *grinz* i got loads of stories from when i was over at my cousin's place man.. most of the stories involve Matthew coz he was this complete crazy ass wild child. completely mad. he was evil then but so damn fun when he was being nice. and he is a really nice boy now, really. great guy. good looking chap, too. dont know what reformed him, but it was a complete 180 degree change. it'd be so awesome if he was my older bro now. of course, if he was my older bro, he'd kick my ass for drinking and smoking. in fact, i think he'd kick my ass now if he knew. when his mom disses me sometimes when im not around, he always stands up for me. i know, coz the maid told my mom, who told me.(blessed grapevine) and i really do respect him for that, and im thankful too. he's a wonderful man. he's really a nice christian boy. bloody intelligent, too. and he's serious in his faith and serious in his work.. i might fall for him if he wasnt my cousin.(i had a teensy weensy crush on him once.. he was so rebellious and cute and all that.. the entire package. so cool ynoe. of course, i grew outta it. thank god. no really, thank god) comes highly recommended. four and a half stars outta five. im still looking for his flaws. any takers out there, anyone? Matthew(it was so adorable.. everyone called him Boy Boy when he was younger. im still called jing jing. i wonder if my relatives even know that my name's madeleine) and i would lay out mattresses on the floor and then we'd climb up to the top of the cupboards and jump off em and onto the mattresses. his idea, of course. it was so fun! and the adults never figured out what we were doing coz the room door was ajar, all they heard was the loud thumping sound when we landed on the mattress. i guess its lucky we didnt break an ankle or smth. we only did it once, but it was bloody fun. i wish i could do it again with Matthew. good times!! and he tried to snatch Teddy from me once.(bad times.. boo hoo..) my favourite teddybear some more, ynoe. i lived in perpetual fear of him snatching it, and one day he really did. it really ended up as one of those tug-of-war scenes, and i was crying my eyes out, and eventually one of the adults told him to stop it. fuck it man.. i've got so many stories to tell. screw it. too many to say. for all i know, all this reminiscing is boring the shit outta y'all. sorry mates! ooh!! i was watching kids central 2 days back and they've always got these online polls for the lil kiddies and all that, stuff like "what super power do you want?" "who's your favourite sidekick?".. stuff like that. they'd give you choices, and you pick. and then they go on telly and they ask a couple of kids too and at the end of it all they tell you which was the most popular choice, and they show the online poll results. so. the latest poll went smth like "who do you wanna chill with and where?" not in those exact words, of course. and a few of the choices were: 1)powerpuff girls in townsville 2)lying with the justice league 3)spongebob squarepants at bikini bottom.. i cant remember the rest of the choices. i was rooting for spongebob, and YAYY!!! spongebob won!! he got an obvious majority of the votes!! everyone wants to chill with spongebob at bikini bottom!! i wanna too!! whoop whoooop!! i live in a pineapple under the sea! man. i think this entry's like, fuckin long, and its really bollocky. bullshit.. i loike. *purr* so i shall take my leave now. *bow* plus, i've finished my coke.. no more coke.. el finito. sad. listening to: Too Far Gone by Lisa Scott Lee reading: The Teardrop Story Woman by Catherine Lim
spat vitriol @ 7:43 AM
xxx a light drizzle fell over the tiny isle of singapore tonight. and this is relevant how? coz i, maddie, had to walk in the light drizzle that fell over the tiny isle of singapore tonight. i fell asleep on the bus on the way home coz i had a headache and when i woke up i'd missed my stop by like, 4 stops or smth. so i had to trudge back home in my heels. i guess it was good i wasnt wearing boots. well, coz i dont own any. but hopefully i will soon. heheheh. and i have a bubbly right thumb, no, really. and literally. coz i just realised just now that the nail polish on my thumb has got those air bubbles in it and it causes the surface to look uneven and.. bubbly. i kinda laughed to myself when i thought that. i've got a bubbly thumb!! so anyways. i went out with Shingz today and today was the first time we'd talked or met up in bloody yonks and it was good, seeing him again after so damn long. and i bumped into my dear brother Clifford in town with a prospective girlfriend. *smirx* and sundeep too, with his prospective girlfriend. tho if i ever asked him abt it he'd probably deny it all. so anyways. Shingz and i caught Kill Bill: Volume 1. yeahh i know. "i thought only those above 21 can watch it?? maddie yer not 21 man.. right?" yes kiddies. im not 21. im 18. but i got to watch it all the same. coz.. Shingz suggested watching a movie and he suggested kill bill. but i mean, duh, we're both not 21. but he's got some fake id(that doesnt even remotely resemble him) and we thought that mebbe we'd give it a shot. so off we went to marina square and i sneaked off while Shingz got the tickets(coz i havent got id, do i?) and he got em after producing the id. unfortunately, the evil ticket lady had scribbled on each ticket "id", emaning the ticket dude had to check our ids. so we got a lil kancheong and we got some id for me from his friend who works at marina square and boldly(tho a tad apprehensively) we gave the ticket dude our tickets. and the ticket dude(who was this bored lookin guy. probably some poly student earning some extra money druing the hols) just folded the tickets, tore em, and gave it back to us without even asking for any id. mebbe i looked old. mebbe he didnt want any trouble. mebbe he was too bored and he couldnt be bothered. but either way we got in and.. well.. Kill Bill's not too bad. not as lousy as some critics have said tho it was pretty damn funny half of the show. but it was pretty good. loved the fighting scenes. bad girl versus bad girl. mm. thy got in an wushu dude to chereograph the fighting scenes. shitload of killings man. lucy liu was so cool.. she's sposed to be this half-jap, half-chinese, brought-up-in-america kid and her name's O-Ren Ishii. i spelled it right, dont argue with me. so she's like, head of all the mob heads in tokyp, japan. and when one guy on the mob council opposed her, she sliced off his head with a samurai sword. she's so awesome. i love that chick. she's my favourite asian actress. i mean, ynoe.. yeah. but basically.. story goes smth like this.. uma thurman plays Black Mumba(her name when she was under bill), or.. i forgot her screen real name.(lucy liu's name when she was under bill was Cottonmouth) so basically bill, and all those people who were under Bill, did her a great wrong(does whacking her around, shooting her in the head and shooting the other 8 people at the wedding like the groom and reverend, murdering her unborn baby in the process, and all this happening during the wedding ceremony count as a great wrong?) so she wants to get em all back one by one. she's good. she kicks some serious ass. kills alotta people. she's ace with samurai swords and her lil dagger and.. anything, basically. i wanna be like her!! and i loved her bike suit.. all yellow with black bits.. her shoes were exclusively designed for the show, too. you cant find em in the shops. godd. bloody fuckin cool. but wait. i gotta focus on lucy liu's bodyguard in the show. so lucy liu's screen character Black Mumba is head of every mob in tokyo right? so she's got her own gang, called Crazy 888.(everything's based in japan for her) and her bodyguard's this girl called GoGo. before you snicker at her name, she is one crazy-ass bitch. she's quite yer typical jap girl with the schoolgirl outfit and all(she looks fab. love the suit. i want one too) and she kills without hesitation. well.. they all do. but she's so cool coz she really is jap, if ynoe what i mean. thurman and liu's jap accents are a lil.. wrong. and anyways. GoGO is just so lovely. i love her evil-ness ynoe. she's so malicious. and she's got like this spiky ball with razor edges at the end of a long chain weapon.. thingy.. that she used against thurman but she lost, of course. i mean, thurman's like, undefeatable. she got shot in the head at her wedding, and she was cmoatose for 4years, but she still woke up!(most people dont ynoe) aye.. its just cool la. some parts were kinda off coz off all that artificial bloody spurting outta necks and arms and legs. there's even this one part where thurman goes against like 50 memeber of Crazy 888 at a club and tarantino changed it all to black and white.. i bet they ran outta fake blood and water would be easier and cheaper to use than fake blood.. you can tell, too. coz even in black and white, blood's got a tinge of colour to it, while water's just purely transparent, and when blood was flying everywhere duing the black-and-white part, alotta it was trasnparent. and thurman killed another woman who used to work for bill.. her screen name's Vertika Green(forgot the name she's got when she's under bill). vertika tried to catch thurman unaware and shoot a gun at her thru a cereal box but she missed and thurman whipped out the dagger that's tied arund her right thigh and shoop! she got vertika right in the heart!! too bad vertika's daughter had to witness it, huh? i like.. no, not kill bill, not exactly.. more like the female characters in kill bill. violent and such great killers, really. so handy with their weapons. wow. im in awe, really i am. there was this other character thurman killed at the beginning of the show call owell. i could go on and on i sposed. but i shant. and best of all, the movie was free! gotta thank Shingz for that. coz i was saying that i was budget before we moved off to marina to watch a movie but he said it was okay, he'd pay, so i was like, yippee!! but i'll make it up to him la of course, i'll get him a pack of ciggies or smth. thankewwwwww Shingz!! *grinz* after the movie it was kinda late so i headed home while he went to meet his friends to visit haunted bits of singapore. he asked me along too, and i wanted to go, but just in case anything does happen i wont be able to run coz im in heels, so i told him i cant. damn. omg. i gotta eat. im starving. bloody hell.. im never gonna lose any weight if i keep stuffing my face like this. i just ate two sausage buns and im gonna eat prawns and rice now. listening to: Hold On by Good Charlotte postscriptum: catch Kill Bill: Volume 1 if you can. coz it really is quite worth watching. damn. this means that i've gotta catch volume 2 and volume 3 as well. i hope i'll be 21 then. i doubt it.
spat vitriol @ 2:32 AM
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Thursday, November 20, 2003 my school results are gonna be coming out in 2 days time. pretty much around there. mebbe even tmr. horror!! heyy, can you imagine Aretha Franklin acting as the Oracle in the matrix? hoho. she be breakin out into song every time neo goes against the sentinels yo. and agent smith. "helloo, mr. anderson. we meet again." anyways. seriously. i have gotta stop painting my fingernails at night. toenails, its cool. i've got complete cnotrol. when it comes to fingernails however, they just end up kinda screwy. why? here're a few pretty legitimate reasons why. 1)when i paint my left fingernails, its okay coz im a right-hander. but when it comes to painting the right fingernails, things can get a tad.. messy. 2)also, i am pretty blind. day, night, im blind. but im more blind at night than during the day *ahem* and so.. you get the picture. 3)fluorescent lights in bright white can make things look very different from when in daylight. so, if you put the three together like the good investigative detective that im sure is residing in you somewhere, things get get pretty fucky. i even had a few tiny strands of cotton wool on my middle finger. so, what happened is that when i woke up, well, just now, and i saw my left hand, i was pretty pleased. "hmm, nice job, maddie," i thought, mentally giving myself a pat on the back since i cannot, in fact, do this in reality. then i saw my right hand, and all i could see were smudgy blobs of colour on my nails. the nail polish was on my nails, yes, but it was also on my skin. and it sucks that humans have got lil loops and whorls on our digits called fingerprints, coz nail polish can really get wedged in there, especially when yer cleaning up a nail with nail polish remover and the combination of nail polish and nail polish remover on the cotton wool just leaves a faded shade of maroon on yer fingers. lethal combanation, indeed. i have tried to.. rectify the situation with my right hand(goddamn left hand.. get steady, bitch) with a cotton bud but unfortunately its still a lil fucky. oh blast it la. im not gonna touch em anymore. by the way, this is my elvish naame: Tari Carnesir. hmm. thanks to friendster for such valuable information that may, one day save life should evil, corrupted rivendall elves choose to take over this earth, and i can say, "i am Tari Carnesir! TARI CARNESIR!!" and they'll lookit each other and say in their elven tongue, "we keep her. plus, she's a looker." *harx* coz like, ynoe, 1)it might actually be the name of a long-lost relative, or long-thought-to-be-dead relative or 2)coz its an elven name, they'll take me in instead of killing me or 3)they'll accept me simply coz its a pretty name. aww! oh yeah. anyways. ynoe those cds i burned at Rishi's? its so annoying.. a few songs here and there are fucked up and i didnt listen to em before i burned.(dya think im shitting time outta my arse?) bloody.. dammit man. anyways. im gonna be meeting Shingz later and i've no idea who else later coz i didnt ask him who he asked. righto. so im gonna be going to wash my hair now. bye. listening to: Tell Me by Smilez feat. Southstar
spat vitriol @ 2:08 PM
xxx i got back from Rishi's not too long ago. finally, finally got all my cds burned. *pheww* i burned like, 9cds.. which isnt too badi spose considering i was there for like 6hours and we were reminiscing abt ol times(actually.. just our first year at school la) and bitching and laughing abt retarded things. good times, good times. and Rishi thinks my blog's amusing when he does visit it.. thanks Rishi Pal Singh!! *big bow* harx. the big guy's going off to bankok tmr and he wont be back til a month and a half later. im gonna miss the lug. aww.. he knows i'll miss him, too!! have a safe trip dude!! *waves* and bring me back more of those earrings!(its a sacred tradition not meant to be broken. no, really) but anyways. he lent me a shitload of vcds and 2 south park tapes. *evil laugh* i wish i could say that i'll be spending less time online from now on and that i'll actually be frying my eyes out watching the telly instead of facing the com but.. unfortunately i doubt it. coz my mom's always hogging da damn thing. blast it. oh yes.. talkin abt my mom.. it was so embarrassing. i was grooving and dancing around my room to Missy Elliot's "Pass That Dutch" real late last night and my mom burst in and she was saying, "what's all that bim bim bom bom noise.." and then she saw me with my hips all stuck out and my arms raised and she just kinda paused mid-sentence and just kinda stood there holding the door open looking at me. i couldnt see what her expression was coz i wasnt wearing me speccies(its so uncool to dance around to r&b with yer specs man, seriously. plus they slide off yer nose when you work up a sweat) but i kinda squinted and i think she wasnt wearing her speccies. but still. its kinda obvious what i was doing. knock, woman, knock!! *gurgle* and onwards! to a less humiliating topic. im *kinda* proud of myself. i swept the entire house, took down the laundry(tho i forgot to fold it), cleaned every single goddamn window in the house(we have too many. one window is too many as it is) and i cleaned up the piano and the telly and a few cupboards here and there, and i chucked out alotta trash. i was even in the mood to wash the car but my mom was out. with the car. d'oh. wow. so i really do alotta things based on my mood, huh. guess im a more emotional creature than i thought. i belong on THE ISLAND OF DR. MOREAU!!! cool beans. i might even be over-emotional and tear people to pieces. yum yumm. anyways. i gotta go watch Sorority Boys now. its one of the vcds Rishi lent me. we were watching it while waiting my mom to pick me up and we were just laughing our innards out. wadever. listening to: Nowhere Fast by Incubus reading: The Secret Dreamworld Of A Shopaholic by Sophie Kinsella eating: tiger prawns in sweet and sour sauce. screw the fuckin 'diet'. at least i'll be fat and happy.(yeahh maddie say that now. but ya aint gonna be sayin the same thing when yer a humongous walking blimpy meat popsicle on two legs.. soooon..)
spat vitriol @ 2:16 AM
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Wednesday, November 19, 2003 i was just checking out horoscopes and star signs yesterday. i used to be fascinated by all this stuff man. like, it was all so amazing that my life was governed by bigger things in the universe, and that divination of my life was only a step away. then i grew up. but its still quite amusing to read up on horoscopes and all that once in a while, if only to remind myself not to be so grounded. *harx* it's entertaining to read but i take it with a couple of pinches of heavy-duty salt. so. here're some stuff abt moi. aries. leader of the pack. no, really. aries is the first sign of the star signs. Short Summary: Aries are reckless and determined. Nothing will stand in their way if they can help it, including people. They've got heaps of physical energy and are very competitive. They have to come first in everything. If they don't, they'll let you know what a bad loser they are. Never tell an Aries they're wrong either. They become dangerous. They make fantastic mates, great leaders and good politicians. They like to supervise and organize more than actually working. Never ignore this sign as their ego will be severely deflated and that's not a pretty sight. It's not all bad - they're friendly, kind and generous and certainly cute to a sagittarian! Long Summary: Aries can get anything they want off the ground, but they may land back down again with a bump. Quick to think and act, Arians are often intelligent and have little patience with fools. This includes anyone who is slower than them. They are not the tidiest of people and they are impatient with details, except when engaged upon their special subject; then Arians can fiddle around for hours. They are willing to make huge financial sacrifices for their families and they can put up with relatives living with them as long as this leaves them free to do their own thing. Aries women are decisive and competitive at work but many are disinterested in home making. Highly sexed and experimental, they are faithful while in love but, if love begins to fade, they start to look around. Arians may tell themselves that they are only looking for amusement, but they may end up in a fulfilling relationship with someone else's partner. This kind of situation offers the continuity and emotional support, which they need with no danger of boredom or entrapment. Their faults are those of impatience and impetuosity, coupled with a hot temper. They can pick a furious row with a supposed adversary, tear him or her to pieces then walk away from the situation five minutes later, forgetting all about it. Unfortunately, the poor victim can't always shake off the effects of the row in quite the same way. However, Arian cheerfulness, spontaneous generosity and kindness make them the greatest friends to have. Ruling planet is: Mars ** all i gotta say is.. am i reckless? really? am i competitive? i mean, look at my school grades babe. im highly sexed? im gonna be a mistres??? wow. i sure will be living up to my dad's expectations of me. but everything else in there is pretty damn accurate. owell. cool beans. i just missed my piano lesson. actually, mo mom forgot that i've got my piano lesson today, and i've just neglected to tell her that i do. oopsy. i practised a lil but im just kinda lazy to get my ass over there and bang around on the piano, pretending that i've practised Bach's "Allegro in A" and that i know my piece real well. when i dont, not really. and i typed in an entry last night after i got off the phone with Amanda but my com got all screwy on me and so its not up. crap. thank god it wasnt a long entry if not i would've kicked my com's stinkin arsehole. but anyways, i was talkin to Amanda last night on the phone and i had no idea that we'd been talkin for like 2hours. time just flitted right by my face without me even knowing it. but it was cool. lurrvvvve youuuuu Amandaaaaaa!! *boa constricting hug* The Island Of Dr. Moreau was on last night and i quite like the concept behind it all, really, not-so-stylish creature costumes aside. but you gotta look beyond the fur, man. its kinda like.. how dr moreau seeked to create the perfect being.. a being that held no malice whatsoever and all that. so what he did was he injected human genes into animals and they came out all screwed up lookin but like i said, you gotta look beyond the fur. thing is, they arent exactly civil creatures. they're base and barbaric and the only thing that controls em when they create trouble is this implant in em that that dr moreau controls by remote which causes em to fall on the floor in severe pain. as expected, things fuck up when hyena man digs out the implant from his such that he and his no-more-implants pack kill dr moreau, grab the guns and start killing everyone on the island. they werent exactly exposed or allowed to anythin malicious, not even kill a rabbit, you realise, so they just went nuts now that they were free. yada yada.. they got defeated and outsmarted and the island burned, leaving behind only the good implanted creaures.. and my point is? well. i just felt that i had to tell you abt the plot, ynoe. but its not really as trashy as i made it seem. and the morals behind the story? wait la. patience is a virtue. (pssh.. yeahh..) 1)humans arent that different from savage beasts, really. we are part modern man and part primitive beast. we havent learnt how to strike a balance yet between the two yet, and it shows. 2)man thinks too highly of himself. i spose everyone knows that by now. its the in thing some people say in order to make ourselves appear more humble but really, actions speak louder than words. you can know and say that we think highly of ourselves but if yer just gonna abuse whatever 'power' you've got that it dont matter much, does it? 3)its true, too, that to most of our kind, machines and technology is good. advance is science is good. because science explains everything, right? we are just so afraid of the what we do not understand, or of what we do not know of yet. i mean, look at t this way. if we really were so powerful and intelligent and all that, it does seem a lil foolish to be afraid of the unknown, doesnt it? its like a paradox and a vicious cycle combined, really. there's always stuff we dont understand, and we seek to understand it, but when we do, there's more stuff out there we dont understand. the fear is probably a sort of defense machanism from our caveman days and it worked well enough then. but now that we've got science and technology(say the bold words in a booming voice) you'd think that we shouldnt fear the unknown anymore but we still do. okayy i've lost my point. i had it for a while back there but i lost it. sorry for making you read this bullshit. by the way, Fairuza Balk from The Craft was also in The Island Of Dr. Moreau. ynoe, she played nancy in The Craft. godd. The Craft was awesome, i still love that show man. *shiver* bubble bubble toil and trouble. and ow im reading an article from monday's papers abt the relation between science and religiong. this will be good. gonna go watch CareBears now "carebears, staaaaare!!" and eat my McPepper and read this lil article. adios, muchachos!! listening to: Sk8ter Boi by Avril Lavigne. its on the radio aight. talkin abt avril.. i gotta get my cd over to Jon so he can burn the avril album for me. Nadiah has my previous copy and she lost it.. its okay, that versh was screwed up anyways. *he was a skater boy, she said see you later boy, he wasnt good enough for her, now he's a superstar, slamming on his guitar..*
spat vitriol @ 11:32 AM
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Tuesday, November 18, 2003 i just completed Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix!! all 766pages of it! and it wasnt a bore at all.. it was good stuff!! good coz there wasnt a single monotone moment in there. i read it over 9hours during the night and i didnt even get a single bit sleepy coz it was bloody entertaining. the pages flew right by(mind the pun, will ya) a 100 at a time. harry potter's overhyped, true, but its still pretty good stuff! yumm. unlike other books ynoe.. mostly i scan thru em.. read the important bits only.. skip a couple of irrelevant, draggy paragraphs. but in harry potter.. it was magical.. i had to read everything! mebbe especially coz this was my first time reading it ynoe. you put a kung! bushman in singapore he's gonna be pretty amazed by the cars and all, but pretty soon he's gonna get used to it, ynoe? but anyways.. i mean, seriously.. i swear there were times when i felt kinda pissed off for harry during the bad bits.. and tense when they were going against the Death Eaters(read: the baddies).. and sad when his godfather Sirius died(no really, i did).. and really bloody jubilant when the dark lord Voldemort was defeated and when Umbridge got carried off by centurs into the forest.. i pumped my fist into the air, actually. jolly good stuff, eh, mate!! one thing tho.. rowling talked abt the kids(they're 15) going off to pubs and all that when they have their secret meetings and they drink this peculiar drink called Butterbeer.. but apparantly you can get tipsy on it.. or smth. not too sure abt that bit. but basically they just come and go into any pub they wish, ynoe. not that i object, but parents would, im almost positive. ya got that ol irish blood stirring right there, ynoe okay okayy. nuff of harry potter. so what should i talk abt, eh? oh alright. i wish i was a witch, then. like y'all didnt know that already, what with my *somewhat* obsession with Charmed and all. but now i wish it was not so much like charmed. more like.. harry potter.. sorry.. lemme talk.. so! anyways! i mean.. it'd be cool if it was more like a technical thing you could pick up officially ynoe. like at hogwarts. and you've got spells and wands and cool creatures and all that. and then you've got classes like Defense Against The Dark Arts. i mean, seriously, how cool is that?? ohh alright. i just want everything to be like harry potter and i wished i went to school at hogwarts and that i belonged to ravenclaw or slytherin or smth.. feckin awesome. i dont wanna be a Muggle. sad. dont wannna be no Muggle. i mentioned in my previous entry that harry potter soothed my anger somewhat. well, it is escapism in a sense, really. and it works! look! im happy!! everythin's dandy!! or i could be mental. ynoe.. i really gotta stop this eating spree. i mean, barely 7hours ago i ate a McPepper, and i just polished off a big bowl of bee hoon with meat and veggies and 2big prawns and all.. the works, basically. and im satiated.. for now. i mean, this is creating havoc with my weight man! i havent weighed myself yet and.. i dont intend to. Donovan says im not blimpy, but you never can tell. when a girl puts on weight, the girl can feel it in her bones.. its in the booonnneesss.. and talkin abt prawns.. im not too good at de-shelling cooked creatures that have a hard outer layer coating their soft, vulnerable innards. im rubbish at de-shelling em, actually. slow and clumsy with the spoons and forks and what-have-you.. those crabshell-crushing hammers. and in a competitive society such as ours, that is an unfortunateely great disadvantage. how so? i shall explain, my young padwan. as you know, our society in this country we call singapore is very much governed by this mindset and the hereditary teachings of Kiasu-ism. it is much feared by those who know how to properly wield the powers of kiasu-ism, and much damage has been caused to those whose minds(and bodies) have been ravaged by kiasu-ism. well. how does this lead to the slow speed of de-shelling of prawns being a disadvantage in our society? i shall explain further. well.. if you are at wedding dinner hor, and you wait for the bride and groom for 2 long long hours before the food come, you very hungry ynoe. hungry until stomach growl growl rumble rumble leh. then when the food come, you must get the biggest portion, but you must finish it fast fast so you can take some more. also hor, its very rude if you got alot of food on your plate then everyone finish eating already and you still never finish the food on your plate. wait la boy! i coming to the point la. wah lau.. impatient la you. SO.. my point is that when the big dish of drunken prawns come hor, you must have great de-shelling powers, if not you lose out. you must be prepared, understand not boy! if you take less prawns, by the time you finish eating your prawns all the prawns on the big plate finish already. if you take more prawns, you take too long to finish them and then it looks very rude you know when everybody's plates all full of prawn shells and your plate still got 4 big orange drunken prawns on it. rude la, hor? so.. must learn the great art of taking out prawn shells fast fast. crab shells also. lobsters also. wah lau.. shiok man! crayfish.. that one never mind la hor.. expensive and very little meat also.. only those and mohs and yaya bananas eat crayfish lor right.. so you donch bother abt crayfish.. only worry abt prawns and crabs and lobsters. that kind, good!! *2 thumbs wayy up* i've no idea why i decided to lapse from yoda-talk to singlish. but its rather liberating, i gotta admit. or.. it feels good la.. shiok man. hmm.. im kinda tired.. i havent had any sleep the entire night, and i gotta go over to Rishi's later(since i didnt go yesterday) to get my goddamn cds done. i do sincerely hope that i'll be able to wake up. listening to: Rock With You by Ashanti
spat vitriol @ 8:04 AM
xxx i am in a positively NASTY mood now. if i could, i'd be snarling. in fact, i think i already have a couple of times already. everything was going boringly fine.. woke up at 830pm and i was just tidying my room(first time in half a year. mebbe longer) and then i went online. Shu Jin called me from new york where he's working and we were talking and it was good to hear from him after so long coz he's a really dear friend of mine. i digressed. anyways. i was tryna get my ie pages to load(as fuckin usual) and i was getting kinda irate already. and then i was opening my cupboard and beside it there's this contraption where i hang my clothes and stuff and it toppled over coz it got unbalanced when i pushed it aside and my clothes and bags all fell to the ground and i was really pissed off. somehow. i dont know why. i hate picking up stuff. i bhate doing anything more than i should do, actually. and in the process the damn thing hit my 3EB cd and the damn thing has this huge scratch on the front now.. like it doesnt already have enough bloody scratches on the back so that it screws up and jumps and skips when its being played. and i've only just managed to get my ie pages to work. if not i'd be really, really, really pissed off now. fuckin sonofabitch ass shitcrap bloody motherfuckin bitch. i need anger management. really, i think i do. i blow a fuse quick, and i heal quick too, but i've just got this extremely short temper. with things, with people.. wadever, ynoe. christ. thank god i dont live in america, really. i probably would be owning a couple of guns. the latest gun models would matter more than the latest mobile models, ynoe. and then i'd be part of bowling for columbine. i wouldnt shoot myself tho, i'd just go around shooting mroe people whenever i get pissed off. and wear a cap and huge sunglasses or smth, so that people dont recognise me. and ii'll wear funky mittens so i wont leave prints on anythin i touch. seriously. thank god i dont live in america. good going god. fabby choice putting me right here in safe lil singapore: the tropical island of yer fuckin dreams. small island, with smaller people. i am just in a nasty mood aight. grrrrrrr... OWWWLLLLLL.... wadever man. but reading harry potter eases the anger a lil. i gotta get myself more harry potter books. oh yes. blogging too. its an outlet, at least. anyways. i caught Are You Hot? on the telly just now and frankly, the panel of 'judges' are inconsistent, unprofessional and at times, simply have no sense or the remotest tastebud of aesthetics. they could be no different from you and i. except that we're better than that. some people that look really good on the show, they chuck aside and critisize. some that arent even pretty, they go like, 'oh yer so pretty yea you hot baby i can feel it coming off you in waves." oh please. so. you got like these 3 juges right. so one's this designer(i've no idea if his designs are any good), one's this has-been model, and one's a has-been actor. so you got the designer guy.. rudolph, randolph, wadever.. rachel hunter and lastly of all people, lorenzo lamas. i mean, seriously? lorenzo lamas? they shouldnt even pick somebody with a name like that for a show titled 'Are You Hot?' coz i mean sweetie, they can boot him off the show coz his name aint hot nuff. but frankly, he doesnt even qualify as a judge.. he gives everyone a good grade. especially girls he wants to screw, or will be screwing once the show is over. i mean, dude.. get some standard man. i hear they're sellin some on ebay cheap.. mebbe he'll be able to purchase some with his meagre pay once the show's over. but yeah.. ynoe.. they probably picked these three coz they were the cheapest to hire for the show. so they get a whole load of people who're even interested in being judges for the show(donatella versace is so not there. she's cool. she got money she got clothes.. the rest dont). and its like an auction, ynoe? but imstead of the money increasing, it decreases. so its like, "who wants to get paid 4000 bucks an hour?" and you get a whole shitload of people who stay.. the rest leave. and on and on it goes.. til eventually the amount's like, $9.65 an hour and you only got three people left in the room and.. these three people were it. the three people who settle for $9.65 an hour. i mean, be cheap, but not dirtcheap, ynoe. their taste in people is worth the $9.65 an hour, tho. coz its bad taste. ynoe, lorenzo lamas might even be getting paid less that $9.65 an hour.. mebbe more like, $4 an hour. he'll be all like, "yeah i wanna see some hot chicks!! hot chicks! hot chicks!!! i wanna see some babes and bootylicious mamas!!" and frankly.. i really am kinda disappointed. i thought the U.S. of A would have found some people that would be really great but.. man.. if their face is good, their body's not up to standard. and if their body's smashing, their face is not. its just sad. i mean, you've got tons of people in usa man. dont you have a few model-like people who arent models in there who're really goddamn hot?? at first.. i think the judges were pretty strict and critical. cept for lorenzo lamas. he is one guy whose brain truly resides in his penis. but after awhile.. the judges started to slack and the points they gave started getting higher as the episodes wore on. mebbe it was finally starting to dawn on em that their pay's crap. wadever. this had better be pms. intense rage is not a very pleasant mood to be in all the time. owell. i just needed to rant.. i feel better now. so who cares abt america's ugliest people? listening to: Points Of Authority by Linkin Park
spat vitriol @ 1:07 AM
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Monday, November 17, 2003 news flash: Rishi's completely trashing the filming. he hasnt got enough time to film and post-pro everything by wednesday coz he's leaving for bankok for one and a half months(his parents are there and all.. i think). so he's thinking that he'll probably get the filming done in bankok instead since he's gonna be spending way more time there than here. but anyways. im most probably gonna be popping over to his place later for a couple of hours to burn all my cds. i gotta get em done quick before he leaves.. if not it'll be a month and a half before i'll even get a glimpse of those songs. well aight i've got the mp3s but i want em mobile, ynoe? im done thru 245pages of harry potter. another 501pages to go. peanuts, man. okayy when i said that i thought abt that brand Planters.. where they got like all those snacks and their mascot is this peanut wearing a monocle and a top hat and carrying a cane and he's smiling. he looks rather distinguished, actually. a distinguished peanut. a DISTINGUISHED PEANUT. by the way, here's an article from the great people of The Onion. yes, from the very same folks who delivered that article on marilyn manson. aint life peachy? the article's abt what happens if yer mom actually kinda stumbles, trips and falls headlong onto yer blog. terrifying, really. "your friend drinks and drives??" "you have gay friends? and lesbian friends??" "you better not sit on that motorcycle your friend bought." "i dont like the friends you are hanging around with." (oh wait. this comes all the time) "why are you so cynical and sarcastic?" "why are you always talking abt killing people??" "why are you so evil?!?" why, thank you, thank you very much.(with the elvis drag) godd. im so fuckin sleep. fell asleep watching super duper sumos man. hell.
spat vitriol @ 5:34 PM
xxx bloody.. i've only had three hours of sleep. i slept at 830am, and i woke up at 1130am. i mean, wtf dudes. but then again i spose it is to be expected. nowadays, Maddie The Great Sleeping Corpse is no longer. i sleep for 14hours today, i cant do it again the next night. in fact, i sleep a maximum of 5hours before i get up. then mebbe the next night i get yer average number of hours of sleep, like 9hours, or i might sleep late again and sleep another 12hours. go with the flow, no?(not like i've got a feckin choice, do i?) by the way.. was just at friendster schouring thru the bulletins and there's this site where you can discover yer pornst*r name. whoo whee. so yeah. you enter in yer name and surname and you got yer porn name. my porn name as.. madeleine wan: Anna Anales maddie wan: Kinky Kitten *purrr* wan wenjing: Laura Lovebite wan wen jing: Lolita Lovedoll *run lolita run* and with each spacing you put before, in between or after the letters of yer name, you get a different pornstar name. other names i tried.. christopher columbus: Denzel Wankington. "land ahoy! america! ohh wait, its just my dick." george bush & christopher robin(ynoe, from winne the pooh): Jack Jizzpump. yeahh right. angelina jolie: Foxy Fuckdoll. mm-mmm! hyped up and sexed up, baby!! adolf hitler: Jeremy Jizz. they gotta find more words, man. i mean, Jizz just gets old. tony blair: Scott Sexpump. now we talkin! i tried margaret thatcher too.. goddamn.. bloody boring man.. it was Debbie Doggie. just dont visualise it in yer head.. blergh. britney spears(she's well on her way): Titty Tonguelick. with implants, too. the pornst*r's pornst*r, pamela anderson.(a tad passe i know, but she'll always be a real classic to me): Cunnie Lingus. strangely apt.. or rather, accurate. and.. spongebob squarepants!!: Nikki Lovegod. i bet spongebob would be happy if he knew. aight i'll stop i'll stop. the PORNALIZER. whee. fun fun funn. anyways. these are just a few random things thats happened.. +i've eaten 3 McPeppers in the space of 11 hours. +the fruit & vegetable drink under the brand Fruit Tree Fresh tastes good, but the colour is really kinda.. awful. too.. vegetabley. this dark, impenetrable green, ynoe. *shudder* +i've never read harry potter in my life(please, nobody start on 'how much im missing out on') but i just started on Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix this morning(its not mine aight.. my friend left it with me and its been sitting on top of my com for 6 goddamn months so i thought i'd do smth with it instead of letting it decompose) and on the radio this morn coincidentally(coincidence? or not?) a dj was talking abt how Dumbledore(the headmaster. or smth) is gonna be replaced by another actor in the next harry potter movie since the last one umm.. passed away. quite tragic. he was a smashing Dumbledore, really. +and i realised that i never did talk abt my burning cds at Rishi's. well. it was a rather.. unfortunate experience. when i got to his place at like 12am, i couldnt surf the net even tho he was connected(couldnt go to blogger, couldnt check my mail, couldnt visit my blog.. etc), i couldnt dl songs, he had to re-install his cd burner programme coz it was screwy. but Rishi told me that before he left the house he was using everything and it was all working fine. and after i left his place at 2am, everything continued to work fine. it was only during that period of time when i was there that it all was fucked. i dont think his com likes me much man. goddamit. evil piece of crap. +ynoe.. my com is kinda screwy too.(mebbe computers are just evil. they're secretly planning to take over the world and they work alright most of the time, only when they're planning smth or they're in a meeting then when we try to use em they screw up coz their resources are busy elsewhere. evil things!!) everythin was peachy til it fucked up at around 7am and i'd be online but my ie pages wouldnt load and i couldnt go anywhere. i disconnected and reconnected, restarted my com.. it all didnt work. but now it does. bloody wanker. bet its tryna tell me that it needs rest or smth. well, ya aint gonna git any, ya punk!! by the way, harry potter is entertaining, but it aint super duper fabulously good or anythin, ynoe? harry potter fans, do not unite and seek to destroy me. i repeat, do NOT unite and seek to destroy me. im only a Muggle, man. a plain ol muggle. i dont own no wand and i dont do no magic. *whimper* wadever. christmas is so far away. i need smth to make me happy. actually, im just assuming that i'll be happy when christmas rolls around. for all i know i might be one unhappy s.o.b. when its christmas time. ahh.. just need some.. holiday cheer, or sump'n. yeahh. woohoo. *waves flag around* ynoe what.. i really wanna get a list of stuff by christmas. no particular reason(or mebbe there is) but i'd just like everything by christmas. coz once christmas is over, there's a smaller chance that i'll get the stuff i want coz 1)it means that the year is drawing to a close and 2)i'll have lil money by then. its always abt money. yes indeedy do. and since its always abt money, feel free to donate to charity. namely, me. contact me on my mobile(if you dont have it but you still wanna donate, yer a freak, go away, i dont wanna know people like you, go give yer money to nkf or smth) and tell me in dulcet tones, "Maddie, i know that you've been a really good girl this year. plus, you're such a great friend, sticking thru me thick and thin. so helpful and kind, generous and sweet, fun and brave, adorable and lovable, too! ohh, what more could i ask for in a FRIEND?? all this time that i've known you, i've never regretted a single moment, because you're so fabulous. so, because you're such a wonderful person, i want to show my gratitude and thank you by, no, not prostrating and kissing yer feet, no, that would never be enough. no, i want to give you a million bucks coz that is the price of true friendship. no, really. take it. my love for you, and wallet, knows no bounds. anything for you, my dear, sweet Maddie." toot toooot! now that's a friendship speech i wanna hear!! rawkkk on!! aight. enough. i need some orange juice(mebbe fruit & vegetable?), and i wanna check my mail and then read harry potter. listening to: The Trick Is To Keep Breathing by Garbage
spat vitriol @ 12:55 PM
xxx i just got home half an hour ago.. i was out with Donovan chilling and all. but lemme tell you abt yesterday. well, technically not yesterday coz it is technically monday now. saturday it was. so. i went for the filming, and there was me, Rishi, his classmate Sandra and her husband Steve. or was it Steven. umm. anyways. they're both dutch(yodel, people, yodel! *yaaaalleeeehooooo!*) and in their twenties. well.. we spent like 3hours filming, but unfortunately Rishi and i realised that everything turned out rubbishy when we were at his place later lookin thru the shots. thing is, Sandra and Steve(Steven? lets stick with Steven) did the filming coz Rishi and i were acting.(and of course i cant film i dont do film dudes) and coz Rishi didnt know em well he thought it'd be rude if he went thru the shots right there and then after they'd filmed.. so we only looked thru em when i was at his place burning cds.(by the way, i only burnt one miserable cd. but back to that later) i look.. better in the film i reckon, than in real life. like, mebbe coz it was dark at bedok reservoir. hmm. plus, part of the getup i had to wear was this long black cloth draped over me so i looked kinda.. gypsy-ish. and i was wearing tons of Rishi's older sister's silver bangles. godd they were heavy. but it was kinda cool.. jingling and jangling all over the place.(get in the christmas spirit, y'all!) she's married and not in singapore now and she can afford to wear real jewellry like diamond and gold *buy me diamonds and rubies and crazy abt bentleys.. gucci dresses and drop-top compressors.. wine me and dine me bring those platinum rings.. those're a few of my favourite things!* so she wont give a damn if Rishi takes em.(or me, for that matter) and i was carrying this kerosene lamp.. that didnt actually run on kerosene, it was battery-operated. and the thing was tiny, half the size of an actual kerosene lamp. the damn thing was actually a sunshine yellow and it looked ridiculous(i saw the piccture on the box) but Rishi did good and painted it with black acylic paint so it ended up lookin pretty fine. i am gonna keep that lamp when we're done. i guess the only thing that's good abt the lil thing was that it actually.. lights up! wow! the miracles of technology, really. we're gonna be doing some more filming tmr.. looks like we'll havta re-take alotta the stuff, actually. and there we were thinkin that we'd at least gotten half of the filming done but heyy.. shit happens, eh? anyways. i was in town today with Don and we were sitting at cine's long john's and i went to bk to get my mushroom swiss! it is good. anyways. i bumped into Glenn and my twinny Sascha there. godd. i love Glenn(check out his blog here! he's such a cutie! won some mag thingy for being good-looking. but he's also got a lil belly hahaha), but i love my twinny more!! he's my twinny coz we *were* so close and we had like, 60 things in common(i made a list. there's more stuff but we stopped counting) and we could talk and talk and talk.. like the twin i never had ynoe? hence, twin.. twinny! aww. anyways. they like came up to me at the counter(i hadnt even known they were there. im blind like that, ynoe) and Glenn: you look quite good from the back ah! me: "so yer tryna imply that i look bad from the front la isit??" Glenn(knowing that i can, and will, kick his ass): no la! look at Sascha.(who was infront of us leaning on the counter) from the back he looks so good, from the front he looks so bad! okayy. somehow that was funny just now, and in my head, but now it isnt funny anymore. but yea.. im real fond of those two la.. bloody cheeky monkeys, they are. and Donovan and i had like, this lil wrestling thing, and he thinks he's so strong. but he aint.. he asked for a truce when we were wrestling man. tskk. dude.. just admit defeat man.. yer never gonna win Maddie: the Super Duper Wrestling Sumo aight. anyways. here's a lil poem i made up in my head last night(morning?) before i fell asleep(yes i wiggled those big toes). its kinda trashy but.. who gives a flying fuck. here it is: christmas is in the air. i'd even jaywalk, would you dare? i'd travel everywhere, near and far.. even get knocked down by a car. just to get some mistletoe, so i can kiss Santa, ho ho ho. i kinda like it. well, a lil. especially with that *santa baby* song playin in my head.. abt how this girl wants to get down and dirty with santa. ooh! raunchy.. i loike!! speakin of raunchy, down and dirty.. (everything's painstakingly typed word for word coz xiaxue wouldnt lemme copy off her. damn. and my com was, is, and always will be eternally too fuckin slow to go thru everythin on fhm. jesus. the things i do for y'all. but this is too good to miss out on, ladieez!) Blowjob Etiquette For Men (as stated by women) 1)first and foremost, we are not obligated to do it. 2)extension to rule #1- so if you get one, be grateful. 3)i dont care what they did in the porn video you saw, it is not standard practice to come on someone's face. 4)extension to rule#3- no, i dont have to swallow. 5)my ears are not handles. 6)extension to rule #5- do not push on the top of my head. 7)deep throat- do you really want puke on your dick? 8)i dont care how relaxed you get, it is never okay to fart. 9)having my period doesnt mean that its "hummer week"- get it thru your head- im bloated and i feel like shit so no, i dont feel particularly obligated to blow you just because you cant have sex. 10)extension to rule #8- "blue balls" might have worked on high school girls. if you're that desperate, go jerk off and leave me alone with my Midol. 11)if i have to pause to remove a pubic hair from my teeth, dont tell me that i've "wrecked it" for you. 12)leaving me in bed while you go play video games immediately afterwards is highly unadvisable if you would like my behaviour to be repeated in the future. 13)if you like how we do it, its probably best not to speculate abt the origins of our talent. just enjoy the moment and be happy that we're good at it. see also rule #2 abt gratitude. 14)no, it doesnt particularly taste good. and i dont care abt the protein content. 15)no, i will not do it while you watch tv or while you're driving. 16)when you hear your friends complain abt how they dont get blowjobs enough, keep your mouth shut. it is inappropriate to either sympathise or beg. 17)just because "its awake" in the morning doesnt mean that i have to "kiss it good morning". ooh baby, yes!! some of it's a lil far-fetched but most of it's pretty.. applicable. kiss it, gentlemen. and coz im listening to marilyn manson, y'all should check this lil piece out. marilyn manson's goin downnn, people! and he aint be goin down without a 'fight', he aint. listening to: Obsequey(The Death Of Art) by Marilyn Manson
spat vitriol @ 3:06 AM
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Saturday, November 15, 2003 the McPepper is back!! i love that goddamn burger!! it is the only palatable thing from mac's, i swear. well. okayy.. that, and their fries and their filet-o-fish(sometimes). used to eat 2 McPeppers for lunch and dinner everyday until they stopped selling it. it should be a fuckin staple at mac's man! mm.. *salivate*.. yumm.. *drool*.. so good.. *dum dumm*.. soo goood.. *dum dumm*.. i feel gooood!!! *dum dum dum dum dum!!* i feel goood.. *na na na na na na naaa*.. so. i just watched Super Duper Sumos on the telly and it is pretty damn funny. you got like these 3 sumos right, and they're white, black and jap and when they power up they grow bigger muscles, bigger biceps, bigger pecs(they didnt have those before). they grow.. alot bigger, basically. and then they kinda like, stretch on the floor with their bums facing each other and slap their bums *kapow!* together to signify the ending of their flashy power-up and that they're now ready to kick some ass!! i love those guys. today's episode was abt their missing yaks. yeah. ynoe.. yaks. those furry moosey looking thangs. it's their mode of transport, apparantly. and abt how a giant dustball wants to take over the city by smashing down the buildings. but it was too big and it got wedged in between the buildings so the sumos kinda like, rolled and flew into the dustball using their sumo kungfu stances and then they sneezed in unison and blew the bloody thing apart. it is, after all, only a huge, walking, dustball. very vulnerable to sneezes. the white blonde sumo's the dumbass(eh? eh? Amanda? dumbass? eh!) of the group and earlier on in the show before their yaks went missing they sent their yaks into this grooming machine(kinda like our car-wash) and the white dude st on his yak and got groomed too and when he got outta there, he was really pissed off coz his bum hadsnt gotten a clear cot of wax. yeah. wax. and his butt cheeks were shining like the sun and he could see his own reflection in it(they showed that bit, too) and he still wasnt satisfied, no sirree. well. just a taste of super duper sumos, anyways. it's good! cooler than powerpuff girls and johnny bravo, too.. they're so passe. im a cartoon fashionista! hola! wadever. waiting for x-men evolution(1st parter of the 3-part final) and.. spongebob!! i wish spongebob was a real person(sponge?) and he was my friend. but then i'd probably havta kill him coz he'd piss the hell outta me. i do envy the way he can blow any-shaped bubbles tho.(square bubbles, ship-shaped bubbles.. y'name it, he blows it. okayy.. that sounded so wrong) listening to: Slutgarden by Marilyn Manson
spat vitriol @ 9:58 AM
xxx i couldnt sleep. i was tossing abt for like, 3 hours before i decided to get my arse outta bed. its quite amazing really how time passes by really quickly(when you arent afraid of it) and yer just fiddling around with yer mobile. but anyways. i realised eventually that it was time i either fell asleep or get outta bed and did smth productive(like come online). so i got outta bed. anyways. while i was thinking while lying in bed just now(yes. contrary to popular opinion i do use that mushy piece of grey matter that resides within my cranium) i realised that when i think while in bed and im all comfy beneath my quilt and all i wiggle my big toes. no, not all the time. only when im lying down in bed. and only the big toes, you realise. i wiggle em coz it helps me think better. or smth. i get distracted when i dont wiggle em. no, really. i tried it. when i dont wiggle my big toes i somehow get a bit swayed off course when im thinking. wiggling my big toes while thinking and lying in bed might be equivalent to me shaking my leg(right leg, left leg, wadever) when im sitting on a chair or smth. i dont know. talking abt leg shaking.. im a compulsive leg swinger. *swing swing swing from the tangles of my heart is crushed by a former love* when im sitting on a chair thats a lil too high(and it happens alot. im the resident shortie, y'see) i start swinging my leg. mebbe even two legs. i cant shake my leg, my feet cant touch the ground. and its just a tad too much work to move my bum further out so that my feet touch the ground(so i can shake it. or not.) so if i dont have anything to prop my feet up on i swing my legs. i can go real high, too. sometimes i believe that if i swing my legs hard enough i'll do a lil flip. i swing my legs alot at bus stops. ynoe they made those silver bench-like things to replace the normal orange plastic seats and they got raised higher. i've no idea why, its not like singaporeans are even that tall man. yeah, you heard me. mebbe cept for Amanda. Amanda.. tall la. and Alvin tallie.. even taller la brudda.. 2.03m balls. cheers to tallies all around the globe!! but tallies aside. im kinda obssessed with finding the 'perfect' blogskin now. perfect for me, at least. one that's aesthetically pleasing, with enough space for all my crap(big comic-y pictures and the like), doesnt squash up in the process, and preferably doesnt have ads and banners. coz i hate em. they clutter and take up space and spoil the overall effect. it's distracting and ugly. poo. i am on a quest!!!! wish me luck, y'all. listening to: Little By Little by Oasis
spat vitriol @ 6:45 AM
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Friday, November 14, 2003 aw hell. i cant go over to Rishi's tonight coz his com's down. he's gonna havta reinstall the damn thing before it'll start working. this is a ridiculous day. stay-home-friday it is, then. i am happy to say that my hunger is finally.. waning. but im still bloated.(dont say a word Donovan) i changed the layout once again and.. well.. i just wish that i could get the links sidebar to be in line with the taggie and the main blog content boz.. mebbe eventually i will. what a fuckin pain. if only i knew html or smth. + + + + + okayy. so i just got outta the loo.. i was taking a crap. and i hadnt brought anything in to read so i was reading bottles and stuff.. so that now i know there's 3500ml of Dynamo in the big bottle and the "Stains fade! Freshness stays!". and coz there wasnt anything else to read(the other bottles were outta reach) i found that there were words on my pierre cardin panty. like, the design is that the entire thing's covered with newspaper print and headlines. cool, huh. plus, i got smth to read. the sentences were incomplete but it said stuff like "25 children were seen wandering "weather forecast that a tornado will be hitting", "eyewitnesses claimed that the jet", "union members", "cruelty", "this incident has left people shocked and outraged".. good words! i like my panty. it is cool. anyways. gotta go feed my gerbs now. and my links sidebar is annoying me. and so is the blogger banner. i think that i shall use this pink retro or the fillerbunny template whenever i've got big big pictures to post. if not i shall just stick to the black and purple one with the squashed up blog content space. or mebbe i should just find a new blogskin. christ. listening to: What A Wonderful World by Louis Armstrong
spat vitriol @ 7:52 PM
xxx woww. i sounded like such a pissy fart in the previous entry. anyways. filming today's cancelled coz the equipment and all arent ready yet so i'll be popping over to Rishi's to chill tonight and burn my cds. i think he just may be my favourite plus-sized person. he looks like a genie ynoe.. a cd-burning genie. harx. anyways. i decided to take down the fillerbunny template. it was slowing down my com. and i just get buggd by the itsy bitsy words. it's not like my eyesight's 6/6 or anywhere near perfect, you realise. bye bye Fillerbunny. mebbe we will see you one day.. no, someday, in the future. listening to: Someday by Nickelback
spat vitriol @ 4:10 PM
xxx i was going thru my emails and i found one that i still find mildly amusing. all grammatical and spelling mistake have been *hopefully* corrected. i even got rid of all those pesky "> > " things that come with forwarded emails. it was hell, but i did it. what?? dont lookit me like that.. those "> > " things are ugly, aight? here it goes: + + + + + FINALLY A CHAIN LETTER THAT I LIKE! Hello, my name is Basmati Kasaar. I am suffering from rare and deadly diseases, poor scores on final exams, extreme virginity, fear of being kidnapped and executed by anal electrocution, and guilty of not forwarding out 50 billion fucking chain letters sent to me by people who actually believe that if you send them on, then that poor fucking 6 year old girl in Arkansas with a breast on her forehead will be able to raise enough money to have it removed before her redneck parents sell her off to the travelling freak show. Do you honestly believe that Bill Gates is going to give you and everyone you send his email to $1000? How stupid are you? Ooooh, looky here! If I scroll down this page and make a wish, I'll get laid by every Playboy Bunny in the magazine! What a bunch of fucking bullshit. So basically, this message is a big FUCK YOU to all the people out there who have nothing better to do than to send me stupid chain mail forwards. Maybe the evil chain letter leprechauns will come into my apartment and sodomize me in my sleep for not continuing the chain which was started by Ceaser in 5 A.D. and was brought to this country by midget pilgrims on the Mayflower and if it makes it to the year 2000, it'll be in the Guinness Book of World Records for longest continuous streak of blatant stupidity. Fuck them! If you're going to forward something, at least send me something mildly fucking amusing. I've seen all the "send this to 50 of your closest friends, and this poor, wretched excuse for a human being will somehow receive a Nickel from some omniscient being forwards about 90 times". I don't fucking care. Show a little intelligence and think about what you're actually contributing to by sending out forwards. Chances are it's your own unpopularity. THE FOUR BASIC TYPES OF CHAIN LETTERS: Chain Letter Type 1: (scroll down) Make a wish!!! Keep Scrolling No, really, go on and make one!!! Oh please, they'll never go out with you!!! Wish for something else!!! Not that, you pervert!! STOP!!!! Wasn't that fun? :) Hope you made a great wish :) Now, to make you feel guilty, here's what I'll do. First of all, if you don't send this to 5096 people in the next 5 seconds, you will be raped by a mad goat and thrown off a high building into a pile of manure. It's true! Because, THIS letter isn't like those fake ones, THIS one is TRUE!! Really!!! Here's how it goes: *Send this to 1 person: One person will be pissed off at you for sending them a stupid chain letter. *Send this to 2-5 people: ! 2-5 people will be pissed off at you for sending them a stupid chain letter. *Send this to 5-10 people: 5-10 people will be pissed off at you for sending them a stupid chain letter, and may form a plot on your life. *Send this to 10-20 people: 10-20 people will be pissed off at you for sending them a stupid chain letter and will napalm your house. Thanks!!!! Good Luck!!! Chain Letter Type 2: Hello, and thank you for reading this letter.... You see, there is a starving little boy in Baklaliviatatlaglooshen who has no arms, no legs, no parents, and no goats. This little boy's life could be saved, because for every time you pass this on, a dollar will be donated to the Little Starving Legless Armless Goatless Boy from Baklaliviatatlaglooshen Fund. Oh, and remember, we have absolutely no way of counting the emails sent and this is all a complete load of bull! shit. So go on, reach out. Send this to 5 people in! the next 47 seconds. Oh, and a reminder - if you accidentally send this to 4 or 6 people, you will die instantly. Thanks again!! Chain Letter Type 3: Hi there!! This chain letter has been in existence since 1897. This is absolutely incredible because there was no email then and probably not as many sad pricks with nothing better to do. So this is how it works... Pass this on to 15,067 people in the next 7 minutes or something horrible will happen to you like: *Bizarre Horror Story #1 Miranda Pinsley was walking home from school on Saturday. She had recently received this letter and ignored it. She then tripped in a crack in the sidewalk, fell into the sewer, was gushed down a drainpipe in a flood of poopie, and went flying out over a waterfall. Not only did she smell nasty, she died. This Could Happen To You!!! *Bizarre Horror Story #2 Dexter Bip, a 13 year old boy, got a chain letter in his mail and ignored it. Later that day, he was hit by a car and so was his boyfriend (hey, some people swing that way). They both died and went to hell and were cursed to eat adorable kittens every day for eternity. This Could Happen To You Too!!! Remember, you could end up just like Pinsley and Bip. Just send this letter to all of your loser friends, and everything will be okay. Chain Letter Type 4: As if you care, here is a poem that I wrote. Send it to all your friends. FRIENDS: A friend is someone who is always at your side. A friend is someone who likes you even though you stink of shit, and your breath smells like you've been eating catfood. A friend is someone who likes you even though you're as ugly as a hat full of assholes. A friend is someone who cleans up for you after you've soiled yourself. A friend is someone who stays with you all night while you cry about your sad, sad life. A friend is someone who pretends they like you when they really think you should be raped by mad goats, then thrown to vicious dogs. A friend is someone who scrubs your toilet, vacuums and then gets the check and leaves and doesn't speak much English...no, sorry that's the cleaning lady. A friend is NOT someone who sends you chain letters because he wants his wish of being rich to come true. Now pass this on! If you don't, you'll never have sex ever again! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ --------------------- The point being? If you get some chain letter that's threatening to leave you shagless or luckless for the rest of your life, delete it. If it's funny, send it on. Don't piss people off by making them feel guilty about a leper in Botswana with no teeth, who's been tied to a dead elephant for 27 years, whose only savior is the 5 cents per letter he'll receive if you forward this mail, otherwise you'll end up like Miranda. Right? + + + + + yea. that was the end of it. i feel like the guy who wrote this could've been my long-lost brother. truly. i feel the bond. brudda!! i dont care if yer in new delhi or germany, come home!! come home!!! anyways. if all goes as planned, i'll be acting in Rishi's short film tmr. this would be like, the 2nd time im acting in a short flick. the first time was last year for my imd friends and it was a horror flick and i was the 'star' and i was the.. ynoe.. creepy girl person. equivalent to Sadako in The Ring kinda thang, but of course the film wasnt that freaky(or professional), and neither was i sposed to be(or could be?). i still havent seen that damn film and everyone said it was so good. bloody. anyways. umm.. same thing here. Rishi's in imd too but he's taking an external film class so he's gotta be making a 15mins film(the last one was only like, 5mins) and i'll be HIS creepy person girl in his horror flick instead of in John Fan's this time. we'll be filming tmr night at bedok reservoir. that place is pretty damn dark at night and all. not very 'clean', too, apparantly. but heyy, all the better for the atmosphere right? (this, coming from me, the person who's afraid of the dark and what lurks in it) this is good. a tad tiring, but good. friday nights out in town or at the club are getting to be extremely dull. repetitive and monotonous. i find it rather amazing that people can do it every weekend. it's sposed to be fun and exciting and all that but i find it quite contrary, actually. i know that it's human nature to feel comforted by repetitive movements but surely this is abit too much? wadever. doesnt concern me. the filming tmr will be a welcome change. or mebbe it's just my pms-y mood. being all anti-social and moody and shite. owell. take the changes that come with the moon, right? listening to: Raw Power by Apollo Four Forty
spat vitriol @ 3:39 AM
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Thursday, November 13, 2003 [note: da old fillerbunny template's up so y'all can see the comics. im leaving it up for a week, max.] THE TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES ARE BACK!!! FIRST APPEARANCE ON THE 29th OF NOVEMBER!! and they're lookin FUCKIN AWESOME, too!!! so totally cool, man. i loved michaelangelo to bits back then. after awhile i couldnt decide which one was my favourite turtle coz they all were so awesome and all. and they'd wear their hats and trench coats when they wanted to eat pizza. i mean, totally deranged, man. and they loved pepperoni. "teenage mutant ninja turtles.. teenage mutant ninja turtles.. teenage mutant ninja turtles.. turtles in a half-shell.. turtle power!!" anyways. the following comics're from cat & girl. 
wow. i just gotta stop man. listening to: Superpredators(metal postcard) by Massive Attack
spat vitriol @ 3:17 PM
xxx ynoe.. i do believe that i've got this innate ability to see flaws in people. mebbe even the ability to see the flaws that other people cant. ya got psychics and those who can see the supernatural and others who've got telepathich powers.. me, i see flaws. cool, huh. no, really. mebbe it's coz im essentially an overly critical person. mebbe. but either way, i spot flaws in a person faster than most other people.. especially physical ones. and how does this lil.. skill of mine work? well.. it's easy, really. i usually dont say anything abt a person(unless the person is drop-dead gorgeous or drop-dead ugly). but for example, we've got person A, and a whole lotta other people, and this whole lotta other people say, "omg! A is just so gorgeous! so perfect!" and that just kinda kick-starts it for me. i see imperfections that people never noticed or realised before, or they just cant see it. i'll go like, "no way! her eyes are too small, they arent in proportion with the rest of her face. she has got no boobs whatsoever, and her calves are too fat." which is true, too. and at first the whole lotta people will go like, "noooo... where got..." then later, "oh yahh.. you're right hor." and i admit, most times im blind as a bat, and nuances easily fly past my head, and when im walking down the street i could like, not see a really good friend even if he was in my face. but i guess.. when i do wanna see stuff.. then i'll see it.. like, if i pay more attention to it than i normally do, or if im somehow forced to pay more attention to it.. than i will. i guess it applies to alotta people out there, mebbe even you. but really.. i just somehow am able to see the bad in people more easily than others. ta- daa!! im not exactly proud of it(well.. not exactly) but.. a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. well. anyways. that aside. there really is a hell load of overhyped stuff out there. i mean, im sure y'all know that.. but sometimes you gotta wonder whether it's been drilled into you so many times whether you even realise that yer dealing with an overhyped product. examples of overhyped products that really arent that great, either quality or looks-wise: +hershey's chocolates +nokia handphones(it is user-friendly, but then they charge so much for limited functions) +whatever the government praises or says in yer selected country(is the train system really that effective? is yer country really that clean? is the 'speak good english' really working?) +kate hudson(she isnt even hollywood-pretty, nor is she such an able actress. kill the hype, people) +david beckham(.. but now the situation's alot better) +music that isnt even good(we buy its image instead of the music nowadays) you get my drift. there's alot more stuff out there that's overhyped.. and i could think of quite a few more too. hell, you could think of a hell lot mroe too.. but i just wanna get my point across, is all. i guess we cant do anything abt it coz we'll alkways be surrounded by people and the media and all.. and they're just always gonna make something or someone seem alot better(woww! cool! fabulous! totally rad!) than it actually is. rock on, dudes. listening to: Demon's Theme by L.T.J. Bukem
spat vitriol @ 1:31 PM
xxx so i took like this(well, another) personality test right? and this is what it said: **  
(Intuitive, Thinking) • You are pragmatic • You trust logic • You yearn for competence and independence • You focus on problem-solving and analytical thinking • You pride yourself on being ingenious, independent, and strong-willed • You tend to be even-tempered • You dream of understanding how the world works • You are an accepting mate, engaged parent, and a strategic leader 
NTs are rare, making up no more than 5 to 8 percent of the population. But because of their drive to unlock the secrets of nature and to develop new technologies, they have done much to shape the world. ** cool beans. so like, im really rare, and stuff. woww. im like, totally overwhelmed. whoahh. outta this world. oh yes. im not clubbing now while Diana, Amanda and Sara are shaking their booties at zouk tonight. im not in the mood, im tired, im lazy, and i feel anti-social. was sposed to meet Diana, Shingz and Magz this afternoon but i fell asleep before i could get changed and didnt wake up til nine thirty. whoopee doo! heyy, it all comes with the pre-period days man. here's a *mebbe* complete list of symptoms that may or may not occur during my pre-period days.(mebbe even during my period. hm) 1)i get really cranky 2)i have drastic mood swings 3)im the anti-socialite. dont feel like talking, seeing or meeting people. they just get on my nerves, somehow. and i just wanna be left alone. talking online's fine, sometimes, i'll talk if i wanna. 4)i eat anything that doesnt move. noodles, pasta, bread(damn i think i see the connection).. i dont eat junk food 5)i actually like chocolate during this period of time. other times i cant take more than a bite or two of the stuff. 6)i get nice and bloated. nice lil blimp thang i got going on.(and not coza the food, either. i naturally blow up. nice 7)my boobs get a lil sensitive 8)i might have a breakout. 9)i drink more fluids than i normally do.(then again, i eat a whole lot more than i normally do, too) 10)i feel listless, lethargic, very easily fatigued.. sometimes even if i havent done a single thing the entire day. i think that's abt it. mebbe. wadever. i need more candy canes. and pretty boots.(did you see the ones phoebe was wearing on charmed tonight?? i lurrrvvve those boots!!) make me happy, baby. listening to: Teenage Dirtbag by Wheatus
spat vitriol @ 12:57 AM
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Wednesday, November 12, 2003 hey y'all. i just read thru my previous entry and.. i sound pretty much depressed and all but i guess we all have our bad days yea?(or raving, ranting, insane, babbling, rambling, maniacal days) definitely pms. looky here, im fine. tralala! happy! everybody sing this song, doo-dah, doo-dahh! and today's piano lesson in the morning was all good coz like, the teacher didnt make me play a single note. we just talked.. abt her bratty students(she didnt mention me, tho) and how she jacked her rgs, acsi(ha!) and r.i. students in their faces when they eventually got too arrogant and lazy for her to bear. but anyways.. yea.. we talked for like, an hour and 15mins(my piano lesson's sposed to be only an hour) and then i had to go coz my mom was waiting for me. i am lucky. and my teacher rocks. anyways. i've just put up a new section of links titled 'Rocks my socks off'. well, umm.. i dont wanna sound too much like a geek or anythin *push glasses up my nose* but i really, really liked webcomics when i didnt have anything to do online before.(note: pre-blogging days) i still do, actually, tho i dont keep up with alot of em anymore. and they still rock. they arent the kinda comics ya read in the newspapers and all that tho some of em are not bad.(steel-toed combat boots, anyone? *wink*) these are peppered with a lil more sarcasm and a lil more venom, and mebbe just some more nonsense and perhaps a tad of senseless violence. just the way i like em, sweethearts. here's listing the better ones, in case you wanna visit em. or perhaps coz i've got too much time.(i havent, actually, i gotta meet Maggie and Diana in an hour. hoho) those marked with an *asterix* indicated my daily feed and must-have read. so i'll put down a list of those i read when i've got the time, and state the reasons why. in fact, i've got so much time, i'll even highlight special words, in hopes that you'll actually notice them. here we go, whoopee doo! a lil philosophy, a lil sarcasm, and smart cats and smart girls. my favourite combination. *hugs myself*: cat & girl ** a pixelated comic! and abt a girl and a robot who're in lurrve. among other things. like the evil red robot who wants to take over the world by killing all humans: diesel sweeties not for the punchline, but more for senseless violence. girl kicks butt! and she owns various instruments of torture. like a hatchet. i like hatchets: her! ** plot!! violent dude who hates the world(ornery. d'oh) and whose girlfriend recently adopted a pet zombie called bryan(brian?): ornery boy plot. and it's really well-drawn but the artist seems too busy to continue the comic. abt this guy and his best girl mate and how aliens from another diemnsion keep popping up on their doorstep: return to sender ** this is gooood.. great stories, great drawings. real-life accounts from da artist's life as a retail worker and how he symbolises the customers as apes and the workers as robots, goth chicks and ya got lil chimps ook-ing around, which are the big apes' kids. aww. this dude rocks: robot stories ** hell i love this one to bits too! sarcastic british humour and well done up. different stories to suit yer every need and desire. zombies, ghosts, different dimensions.. this is daily feed man: scary go round abt these 2 guys living together.. skullboy's got a skull for a head and jack's gay. need i go on?: skullboy & jack ** this is more serious stuff.. not exactly hilarious.. more wry humour here.. musings abt life. well-drawn, too. done by this korean dude who openly admits to the world that he's a world-class loser thru his comic(tho not in so many words). sad, at times, too. *saltwater gets in mah eyeeeee*: small stories online ** ya got 2 real sarcastic and real violent chinese chicks *rock on!* and a gay dude and 2 white guys and all they want to do is to torture the world, really. sometimes physically, but most times verbally. ohh. and you got a lil midget who guest stars sometimes and he's everybody's sex slave: and something positive only when you've got time coz this is just senseless.. 2 eggs who talk gibberish together. but it's more amusing coz it's done in flash. flash rocks: weebls stuff ** some more inter-dimensional stuff abt a talking potato and his talking donkey sidekick who's a sheriff and how their actions are related to a boy called wigu from our world. and wigu's got a goth older sister, a mom who's a tad psycho and a dad who's still thinks he's a hippie. wears the psychedelic pants, but doesnt do the drugs. damn: wigu ** abt this boy and younger sis and how they perceive the world. dildos, violence, death, sex, nuns, sex with nuns.. and they're catholics, too. their mom gets roped into the fun occasionally. *smirx* you think what you did as a kid was screwed up? you havent seen shit, man. check this comic out, even if you arent one for reminiscing and talkin abt the good ol' times: you damn kid hell. i guess it wouldnt have made a difference if i'd described all em comics. but frankly, these are the better ones, really. the rest are.. well.. got time? check em out yerself. i know you wont, but im just humouring myself. ha haa. im so entertained. haa. listening to: Everything Eventual by The Appletons eating: a candy cane. christmas and candy in a lil hooked package, designed such that u could poke out someone's eye if you gotta while yer walking down the street. yayy!! i love christmas spirit. mm.. crunchy.(my teeth hurt)
spat vitriol @ 2:02 PM
xxx it's kinda late(or early. wadever rocks yer boat, man), but i just got off the phone with Eugene about an hour ago. and we were talking abt life.. and relationships.. and stuff.. and well. it just really is extremely depressing. really. trust me. i mean, i dont get too down abt this kinda thing, i brush it off real easy but.. seriously man.. pretty much seemed to me at that point of time that life aint much worth living for man. Eugene told me to fuck myself when i said that la. he said that to get to the good bits you gotta be a realist and see the truth and all that. and i totally dig him, but i guessed i just thought that all along i'd been very much a realist. guess i wasnt enough of a realist la ynoe. i mean, i knew that makin it thru life and workin thru relationships wasnt wasy, but frankly it hadnt struck me that it was(and would be) so damn difficult. mebbe its just pms, but i really felt at that mo that life is just.. yucky. coz Eugene was completely right, and i knew it. like, yeah. just couldnt see the extent of it all, i spose. but like he said, its not only abt seeing the blacks and whites but the greys as well(and that i knew).. just hadnt been lookin enough at the greys. it's like, i guess i've always seen it, but never realised it? kinda like how you can hear but not listen. same difference, really. and.. i havent been thinking abt stuff enough.. analysing myself and my actions and other people's as well. and as if life isnt perplexing enough, so are people sometimes, too, ynoe. and that just.. isnt a nice feeling. coz you dont know what's running thru their heads and most times affairs are just in a state of suspense.. which doesnt do jackshit for either party, really. like, you just live yer life, tralala, every single damn day, but when you suddenly step outta it for a few minutes to look at it for what it really is, you just feel a bit.. surprised, somehow. that all this while you've been LIVING it and you never knew it was like that. the truth is *truly* out there.(and wandering around a lil like a chicken with its head cut off) it's like, you may feel that all you've been living has been a lie, but really, it's just been partially obscured all this while and you just never realised it. maybe ignorance really is bliss? this applies to people too ynoe. you may see this person or even live with this person and yer so used to em and their habits, or mebbe its someone you fancy and you put em way up on a pedestal, but when you take a step back and look at em and see em for who and what they truly are, you may feel, like i said, surprised. or betrayed. or disgusted. i dont know, wadever. the feelings differ from person to person. but you get what i mean. i havent gone into much depth, and i dont intend to, really. it's just too much to put on paper(or web-space. ha!). depressing, depressing. maybe im overcomplicating things, maybe im not. maybe i gotta accept both the realistic and idealistic sides of life.. blacks, whites and greys. but it's a lil tough now, coz there's so much to take in. oh how i do love conflicting feelings. joy. it all seems crude and unpolished ynoe, what i've said so far. maybe even disjointed at times and a lil jagged. i do apologise if you havent understood my babbling so far. but.. like i said, it's just a tad too much to put all of it into words. well. always look on the bright side of life, eh? or gimme some prozac. godd. this had better be pms dudes. im sure this icky mood of mine will pass but.. i feel like riding a rollercoaster right here and now. escapism sounds a lil good now.. please dont tell me to slit my wrists tho. thank you. sucha depressive, huh? i need a huggg.. oh fer chrissakes. just gimme the goddamn prozac already. listening to: Change(in the house of flys) by Deftones
spat vitriol @ 6:37 AM
xxx alrighty.. Sara told me to go on friendster to do this lil questionaire thingy.. and it's abt her. basically it just shows you how much ynoe abt her and all. i must've been really bored, coz i did it. here it is: (note: certain things were edited coz of grammatical mistakes but everything's basically the same, i didnt pretty it up or anything. and there isnt like, too personal personal information so it's all good.. me thinks.) [[ 1. My name: sara ann chia ai chun 2. Where did we meet?: keitch chua's bbq 3. Take a guess at my middle name: ann? duh? 4. How long have you known me?: from today, weddnesday, EXACTLY 4 months 5. How well do you know me (a lot, not so much,nothing)?: okay la. i dunno. dunno yer past, but i know the present! harx. 6. Do I smoke?: yes, duh, only all the time. but not as much as me.. huh. 7. What's my favourite colour?: i dont know. do people even HAVE a favourite colour nowadays?? 8. When you first saw me what was your first impression? nothing. i dont really judge pple unless they're damn ugly or damn good-looking at first glance. 9. My age?: twentyyyyyyyyy.. yer olddddddddd.. juz kiddin. young at heart wad! 10. My birthday?: dunno. i never knew la. 11. Color Hair?: brown. dont argue with me. its blondish brown aight. 12. Color eyes?: dark brown. 13. Have you ever had a crush on me? no. im not lesbian like you. ha. juz kiddin k? 14. Have you ever been jealous of me? umm.. no. 15. Whats one of my fav things to do indoors?: sit around and mebbe listen to some r&b or smth. 16. Do you remember the first things I said to you when we first met? no. wad am i, lebian? but i remember u telling me that yer leaving when gerald leaves coz u gotta hitch a ride back. yea. at keith's place. 17. Whats my fav type of music?: r&b most definitely u r&b freeeeak. 18.Whats one of my fav things to do outdoors?: sit around and mebbe listen to some r&b or smth. and smoke. duh. 19. Am I shy or outgoing? shy? huh. outgoing la sara chia popular la. 20.Would you say I'm funny HAHA or funny (sarcastic)?: funny saracastic. arent we all. 21. Am I a rebel or do I follow the rules?: follow the rules. 22. Would you consider me a friend?: no. yer my fuckin enemy. thats why we share cigarettes, hug and tell each other that we love one another. yeahh. enemies man. rock on. 23. Would you call me preppy, slutty, average, sporty, punk, hippie, glam, snobby, or something else?: bling bling, sweetheart. 24. Have you ever seen me cry?: no. have you seen ME cry?? harx. 25. If there were one good nickname for me, what would it be? bling bling, my dear. 26. Are my parents still together?: i hope so. nahh.. i know they're together la. just messin with ya. 27. If I had broccoli stuck on my teeth, would you tell me? no!! ha!! juz kiddin. i would. wouldnt want ya ta go around lookin like some broccolic imbecile. 28. Do you love me?: yes.. *smooshy hugz* AM I. ?!?!?!? 29. Quiet or loud? moderately loud. not as loud as diana! hoho! 30. Short or Tall: average la. im short, but yer not tall. 31.Weird or original: yer weird, thats for sure. 32. Smart or stupid? hm. tough call. in between?? harx! 33. Boring or Fun? fun fun fun fun funn. 34. Attractive or Unattractive? another tough one! no la.. sara supa dupa chio.. bling blingg!! DO YOU THINK I'M... (yes or no, if u wanna say something extra say it) 35.A psycho? no 36.Athlethic? no 37. A nerd? no 38. A slut? no 39. Childish? a lil 40. A Bitch? a lil(arent we all) 41. Two-faced? no. well. i hope not 42. Obnoxious? no 43. Immature? no 44. Mature? a lil *harx* JUST A FEW MORE QUESTIONS 45. What do you think Ill be when I grow up? whatever will be, will be.. QUE SARA SARA.. 46. A) Do you think I'll get married? yea definitely B) If you do,Who do you think I'll marry? wtf. im not a fuckin psychic aightz 47. When is my birthday? i already said i dunno la.. wtff 48. Who is my best friend? do u have one? yer cousins? ZHENG CHANG la!! 49. What song(if any)reminds you of me? que sara sara.. 50. Do I remind you of any characters on TV? ai swee.. mr kiasu's gf.. first arat of the name's the same too.. how coincidental.. u ai swee but yer really swee la 51. If you could rename me, what would my name be? bling bling. or ding dong. u can call me chawanmushi. or fillerbunny. 52. Have you ever had a dream about me? dude, no, man. 53. A feature that you like about me: yer so lovable, wad can i say.. i like all yer features *snigger* 54. If you could give me anything, what would it be? a new t-shirt babe.(more bling bling?) EXTRA EXTRA 55. Am I physically ugly, average, decent, good- looking, beautiful, hot? above average, sweetie. 56.Do you ever think about me offline? no. sorry chum. 57. If we spent a day together..where would we go and what would we do? like we havent already spent a day together.. fine. we'll go out, hang around, walk around aimlessly, smoke, smoke, smoke and talk cock. 58. If you could describe me in one word, what would it be? umm.. squishy? 59. What word do I say all the time? fuck. doesnt everybody? 60. Is there anything you'd like to say to me? i love you sara.. will you love me back?? ]] goddamn. sixty bloody questions and i did em all. and by the way, im so screwed. i've got my piano lesson at 1030am and i havent practised a single NOTE. i am so tired. went out with Diana, Donovan, Amanda and Sara(now i start to talk abt my day. fuckin smart.) and we just kinda mooched around(as usual) and ended up at alleybar drinking. umm. yeah. the end. Donovan nice.. Donovan send us all home.. Donovan nice, yarr. and the girls wanna go club tmr coz it's ladieez night and all but i am just so bloody fuckin lazy, man. seriously. somebody get me a motorised wheelchair or smth, quick. walking's too strenuous an exercise. by the way.. i brought out my fillerbunny comic today and Amanda and Donovan seemed to like it well enough. good. coz fillerbunny.. i loike. the comic got kinda bent at places tho. crappit. note: Sara thought it was fillerbear up til only a while ago, when i kindly re-educated her that it's fillerbunny, not filler-fuckin-bear. and i just ate 6 pieces of cheese toast. yumm. ches-DALE! that is all. have a nice day, folks. listening to: Slow Motion by 3EB
spat vitriol @ 2:52 AM
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Tuesday, November 11, 2003 i was just lookin thru my blog and i came across the back-scratcher's chidogu and it suddenly came to me: when i was real young(5? 6?) and i couldnt reach my back to scratch an itch i'd find a corner of the wall or use the wall and rub against it to kill the itch. kinda like a pig, ynoe. they scratch their backs and bums against the fence or wadever coz they havent got arms and fingers and all that.(not that my arms and fingers helped when i was that age.) so anyways. basically i looked like some sorta human scrub cleaning the wall, moving in a circular motion when i scratched my back against the wall. or up-and-down movements when i scratched against the wall corner or doorknob or smth. i must've had really short arms when i was young. i guess not alot has changed. and when my parents and i were in new york when i was like pretty damn young too, all i can remember was that we were on some boat ride and my dad pointed to the torch of fire Lady Liberty was holding and asked me what it was. i didnt know, so i just said it was an ice-cream cone. and apparantly that was real funny coz alotta the people on the boat cracked up and started laughing. like, HAHAHAHAHAHOHOHOHO!! kinda laughter ynoe. wadever. and in london at christmas time *oh santa babyy...* i dont remember anything from the trip cept that i had an itchy woolen scarf, an adorable baby pink coat with huge buttons(godd. if it fit me i'd wear it, right here and now man), and that my parents and i were walking down the street and this fella had a small roadside stall selling santa claus hats. and the stall owner looked like a pretty fierce dude but i remember he talked to me a lil while and he gave me a free santa claus hat!!(unless my parents sneakily paid the fella) it was red and it was mock-fur lined with a lil furry ball dangling from the top of the hat. i was really happy, i wore it the whole day even tho it didnt do anything at all for the cold. i love christmas!! and i shall wear a santy claus hat on christmas day! and mebbe christmas eve, too! *oh santa babyy.. arent you coming home tonight..* 45 more days til santa visits our homes, everybody! get the cookies and milk ready.. and make sure the cookies are fresh, and that the milk isnt rancid. listening to: You Get What You Give by New Radicals
spat vitriol @ 4:05 AM
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Monday, November 10, 2003 these are a few things i find acutely annoying. im sure i'll think of some more later on. 1)crying, wailing children in a confined area i cant escape from. [like on the train] somebody gimme earplugs or a hatchet quick. 2)people who msg me with absolutely nothing to say, to inform or tell me abt things which i dont give half a shit abt. [like how their day went, elaborating and ending up a whining and complaining lil bitch. i mean the guys, too] and then when i proceed to give a half-hearted reply[im a kind samaritan] or dont reply at all[sms doesnt come for free man], they say, "you always never reply me one.. :( ". im quoting this one guy. and when i give some excuse like, "im on the phone.. sorry la.." the guy says, " :(.. oh well ". it's just so act-sad and all ynoe.. i feel like throttling these people til their miserable lil heads pop off their bodies. 3)people who get all pally-pally with me when im meeting em for the first time. i mean, if we've got the chemistry[i mean both guys and girls here] and we can talk and laugh at the same things or whatever, then it's cool. but if we dont have that chemistry or whatever, and yer just a boring dickhead and you come and act like we've known each other all our lives, putting yer arm around me or simply getting too close for comfort["eh yah maddie la, she damn funny!! *friendly jab at my ribs* wah lau i feel like i know her for damn long sia! *puts arm on my shoulder* when actually i've only the bugger for 10mins].. go screw someone else's ass, buddy. 4)people who dont remember or recognise me when i meet em for a 2nd time. [thank god this only happens once in a while] my rationale is this: my memory's so fucked up and if i can remember you, how come you cant remember ME? and also, am i that forgettable a character? pssh. 5)things that move slowly. my computer.. people when when im trying to walk but i cant coz they're blocking up the entire path.. slow people, mainly. there was one time when i was walking from taka to wisma and ynoe how that path that links up both places always clog up? well.. i was walking, no, squeezing thru the crowd and when i reached the front, there were these three fuckin brainless slowass women, who had linked up hands and was walking at their bloody goddamn leisurely pace, blocking everyone behind them from getting past them. and there was absolutely no one in front of them at all and they couldnt even move their fat asses aside. goddammit. these people should be shot, dragged thru the streets, quartered and their body parts hung in bird cages along the route from taka to wisma as a warning to Those Who Move Bloody Fuckin Slowly. 6)lame, boring, uninteresting, un-educational tv programmes. i mean, seriously man. lets say you were some company and you gotta pay to produce yer shows and movies and all that[d'oh]. so like, shouldnt you ensure that the stuff you produce have at least some standard of quality so that everyone will be happy? coz it's all just a vicious cycle, really. if you produce dumbass lousy shows, nobody aint gonna watch em, then you'll have less money to produce good shows even if you wanted to *aww* and then nobody still aint gonna watch yer shows and.. ya get my drift. cmon singapore. we dont want no First Touch Or heartlanders![dont know wadahell these shows are? its alright man.. ya aint missing naught] 7)people who think they're good-looking.. but arent. *gaspp* what an outrage, huh? but no really. lets say if you were a good-looking guy or girl and you were stuck-up and snotty and all i'd kinda understand. i'd hate you, but i'd understand. but if yer ugly, and you think that yer so damn good-looking, and you go around with yer nose in the air(when the only normal thing abt you is that you've got 2 eyes, 2 ears, a nose and a mouth), then thats just sick. i mean, imagine this: this superbly overweight girl, wearing levi's hipsters so unfashionably tight that she's got overhanging flab riding out the sides of her jeans in waves, her thick greasy hair sticking to her head, small piggy eyes, broad flat nose, thin lips and kickass bad skin, size AAA boobs, reeking body odour and thick, coarse hair peeking out the sides of her armpits, toddling around on heels. and she gives you that one-kind look, the look that says, "hell yeah i am one gorgeous bitch." and she looks down her nose at you condescendingly. i mean, i'd just wanna gouge her tiny eyes right outta her skull, really. there's more, but i feel like i've been evil nuff for today. another story, for another time, kiddos. ooh. and i just got off the phone with Kum!!! man.. i love that chick. we were so incredibly tight in secondary school for like 3 or 4years man. but when we went off to our respective schools we kinda just drifted apart and all.. but it's good, i talked to her and we're gonna be meeting up! soon, i hope. *grinz* listening to: Mary, Mary by Chumbawamba
spat vitriol @ 11:43 PM
xxx dudes. im still looking at Gir do his lil jiggedy jig and i cant help it.. im bloody snorting and laughing still. somebody please call IMH.(institute of mental health) actually.. no need la. i live pretty damn near the place, its a 10min walk away from my house, tops. but seriously. Gir's lil dance is just great. he's fantastic. i lurrvvve him. *i cant stop this feeling..*(ynoe, that ally mcbeal song with that idiotic ugly baby. cmon. they should use Gir instead man.) by the way, if y'all see smth which could *possibly* further improve my layout *ahem* then please, feel free to tag me anytime anyplace right here and now yea? thanks loads.. coz stuff still feels a lil.. off.. godd. i gotta get some sleep soon or smth. all the lil veins are starting to pop out on the surface of my eyeballs. how fuckin appealing, eh. and.. thought i'd tell you guys, just for fun ynoe.. i've eaten a filet-o-fish, 2 McChickens, 2 apple pies and half a litre of orange juice in 9 hours. mm.. hungry. my period must be coming. how informative. how educational. listening to: Darwin by Third Eye Blind. i love 3EB, too.
spat vitriol @ 11:49 AM
xxx HOO-HA!!! kick ass!! my goddamn archives are finally up. and all it took me was 5mins at blogger help.(unfortunately, i spent 2 and a 1/2hours on perfecting the layout and colours and all. garr.) i mean, it was all so bloody fuckin simple and i just couldnt see it. couldnt see that all i had to do was just pop over to Blogger coz mebbe, just mebbe they'd have the answer to my archiving problem. which, halle-motherfuckin-lujah, they DID!! praise bloggerhelp! *i tumble to their feet ungracefully in awe* i felt strangely exhilarated when i solved the problem coz 1)t'was so bloody easy and hassle-free and 2)i did it! after so damn long! all by myself! thank you. thank you. *curtseys* i know, i know, im good, yes yes, thank you, y'all so wonderful. just slap me already. *piakk* knn la. fuckin lame la. havent gotten nuff sleep. and i think both the filet-o-fish and McChicken and apple pie have gotten to my head. all that fried food ynoe. terribly damaging to the body and brain cells, too. feel like another filet-o-fish, tho. which i've got. mm. ohh yes. i changed my layout too, in case you havent noticed. i do believe the font should be easier to read now. and my words in bold actually show up now. in the past only words in italics did. and godd.. the font used to be bloody microscopic last time man. and i feel kinda.. *blissful*.. that my archives are up at last. *play heaven-like harp music* tra la laa.. anyways. i know. i cant shut up abt the archives. so just humour me and go take a look at my older entries if you havent, just for fuck's sake. thank you very much hor. i happy. you happy? coz i happy, yar, i happy la. i am fuckin retarded. i kinda miss Fillerbunny tho. 
he was, and still is, my favourite warped bunny.(suicide bunnies, Donovan?)  GIR!! from the cartoon Invader Zim, who owns Gir. isnt twirling Gir just so bloody fuckin adorable?? all thanks to JHONEN VASQUEZ, creator of Invader Zim and Fillerbunny and Noodleboy and.. etc. rock on Jhonen!(i also like the way this sentence pleasantly rhymes) i love this guy man, seriously.
and i could watch Gir twirl around and dance all day.. its quite hypnotizing, especially when you look at his rolling eyes.. im in a trance.. completely mesmerized.. dance, Gir, dance.. (dude! we can take over the world this way!! *evil laugh*) i have decided that i shall leave Gir permanently in the right sidebar, below the taggie. and only coz he is one bloody cute mofo. lookit him!! so freakin ridiculous.. ee.. just wanna squish him! so. by the way, i quite like that lil poem from the previous entry. i especially like the bit that goes: "the stars are holes in the sky. the moon is a thorn in the dark. it drips white light. give me the knife. let's cut out our eyes." very nice. listening to: Unwell by Matchbox 20. how apt, doncha think, especially right here and now? harx. postscriptum: anyone who wants to get me anything thats even remotely related to either Fillerbunny or Gir is extremely welcome to. cmon. it aint gonna cost that much. or some gucci or LV, tho thats gonna cost just a tad more than a fillerbunny toy. harx. *snortsnort* i crack myself up, especially when im sleep-deprived. i do believe i could entertain myself to no end if i've got no choice. wait. i've done that before. entertain myself, i mean. ynoe, i do believe that i should go and sleep now. i've done nuff rambling. adios muchachos!
spat vitriol @ 8:57 AM
xxx i come from the past. i eat the night. i knew you when you were young. i tell you my story. but i sleep with a gun. this is my night, this is your night. i'm a black walker, babe. touch me softly and you get a fright. the stars are holes in the sky. the moon is a thorn in the dark. it drips white light. give me the knife. let's cut out our eyes. yeah, this is our night, this is what's right. i'm a black walker, babe. brush my lips and i bleed you white. + extracted from Collect Call by Christopher Pike
spat vitriol @ 4:32 AM
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Sunday, November 09, 2003 my mom bought the cheese pratas and i've eaten both already. yumm. and while i was eating i was reading today's new paper and the front-page article is abt lil kiddies who are so sweet and adorable towards their parents but are disgustingly bratty lil tyrants towards their maids. these kids call their maid 'stupid' and 'idiot'. make her put on their socks and tie up their shoelaces. cook whatever food they want, and every meal has gotta be different. never say their Ps and Qs. tore up her diary when she refused to translate her entries(which were in baha-indonesia). among other things. my my, am i not surprised. i used to be a disgustingly bratty lil tyrant myself when i was young, too. pretty much along those lines, as well, cept that i did some things as bad as that, or better, or worse. but let's not go there. *shudder* and i was thinkin. ynoe how employers get to pick ANY maid they want based on many factors?(like age, country they're from, etc.) mebbe maids should get to approve of their employers and whether they wanna work for em, based on many factors, too. like old records of maid abuse, number of times they've changed maids since they've started hiring maids.. etc. ynoe, that kinda thang. this country would be a better place, i reckon. without such a shameful record of maid-abuse and all that shite. listening to: Pass That Dutch by Missy Elliot.
spat vitriol @ 8:30 AM
xxx im up. after tossing and turning for 3hours, i finally lugged my ass outta bed to use the com and to make some CHEESE TOAST. im eating my 3rd slice now. i love cheese toast. or mebbe just cheese. when my mom asked me what i wanted for lunch tmr(which is later today) when she goes out to buy lunch and i told her that i wanted cheese prata. frankly i dont like crispy prata, funky tasting prata, wadever. i just want good ol plain soft cheese prata. i dont care abt the flour(unless its truly disgusting or smth) or how crispy(frankly it just gives me aching jaws) it's gotta be, i just want it all soft and cheesy and yummy and edible. cheeeeeeeeeeeeese........ mm-mmm! so. can you imagine if there really were other dimensions(parallel or not) and we had 'twinners'(im using stephen king's word. it means our twin in the other dimension. might not have the same name or look or act like us but it sure as hell is us.) in each dimension. anyways. so let's say we got dimension A, dimension B and dimension C. and just for the heck of it, you got person A in dimension A, his twinner B in dimension B and his twinner in dimension C. they're all interlinked, you see. time, distance and speeds may or may not be differnt for each dimension. for instance. if twinner A walks 2km from a spot in his own dimension, when he warps into another dimension he may find that he's actually walked 10km. ynoe, that kinda thang. so like, it'd be pretty cool if the actions of one twinner in one dimension affects another twinner in the other dimension. for example. twinner A kills his mother. twinner B's mother drops dead an hour later. and twinner C's mother continues merrily hanging up the clothes but is knocked down by a truck which by some freak accident comes crashing and rolling into the backyard. im just saying, is all. so its like, smth like kharmic retribution(or mebbe not) in each dimension, just from the actions of one twinner. so if there really is another dimension, you think that the reason you did so badly in this exam is coz you didnt study when you DID, but things just screwed up. but actually it's coz yer twinner didnt study for HIS exam and so his actions affected you. nice, isnt it? or a tad confusing? it's alright. sometimes i dont understand myself either.(just tryna make you feel better, ynoe) i just ate my 4th slice of cheese toast and im starting on watermelon slices now. seriously dudes, my body clock is COMPLETELY fuckin warped. i sleep from the morning to late afternoon or evening. and then i do my shit, go out or wadever, and then i sleep. at 7 fuckin am. i mean, seriously man. and i only like, eat once a day, which is like when im awake, coz if im out and i wanna eat there arent alotta food choices coz everywhere's closed. d'oh. the sky's lighting up already. fuckin fantastic. and i just cant seem to adjust my sleeping times. even when i do, its only for a night, max, and then its back to square one. whoopee doo. i dont even feel tired. i think i need a sleeping pill or smth. yes. pills.. good. harx. by the way. here's a site for you real creative folks out there. chindogu. im almost positive all of you have come across one of these before, be it in books or online or wherever. these are the rules that make a chindogu a chindogu. 1)A Chindogu cannot be for real use 2)A Chindogu must exist 3)Inherent in every Chindogu is the spirit of anarchy 4)Chindogu are tools for everyday life 5)Chindogu are not for sale 6)Humor must not be the sole reason for creating a Chindogu 7)Chindogu is not propaganda 8)Chindogu are never taboo 9)Chindogu cannot be patented 10)Chindogu are without prejudice titillating. and here're some chindogu, just for you. i picked these coz 1)i thought they were just that lil more ingenious than the rest and 2)i'd use em, too. you gotta look a lil close to see the piccies clearly but yea, it's pretty worth it, so be prepared to squint those pretty(or not) peepers of yours, sweetheart. 
The partner who offers to scratch your back is a friend indeed. Except it all goes horribly wrong when they just can't seem to locate the maddening itch. The hand-held miniature grid-map allows accurate scratch-target specification. [look closely] 
Allows the novice sweatheart to hold onto this simulated appendage in early stages of courting, without the worry of sweaty palms, inappropriate pressure, or when to disengage. [this is for Alex papa and Lester and Phat and Dasson and Ailin and Weihong and.. possibly me. and DENG XIAOPING!! this "chain-smoking communist dwarf" smoked 50 ciggies a day til he was 84, when he stopped. he lived to be 92. and he was 1.5m tall. fuckin adorable, i tell ya.] 
Smoke fourteen whole cigarettes in the time it would normally take to smoke one! Allows you to reduce your cigarette breaks. [Donovan! you will want, no, need this when you've got yer very own lil Aristotelian + Socratic kid] 
This Chindogu challenges one of the last bastions of sexual inequality, and allows Father to experience the joy of nourishing his baby from his own body - almost. [and a personal favourite] 
This one addresses several anxieties of the underground snoozer: Firstly it conceals his or her identity, hides an open mouth, and even goes some way towards muffling the sound of snoring. Secondly it masks the area that would be in view it the sleeper has fallen asleep with legs wide apart. Thirdly, the screen is emblazoned with the name of the station where you need to alight, so helpful fellow passengers can wake you up in time. a *cheese* toast.. to a better future, everyone!! and to Deng Xiaoping! listening to: My Friend(So Long) by DCTalk.
spat vitriol @ 7:16 AM
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Saturday, November 08, 2003 FULL MOON!!!!!!!! arrrrrrrrooooooooooooww!!!! woof! right here and now! wooof! and Weihong just said smth which i thought was kinda funny. he just said that it's "weird how we take turns to sleep". heheh. we'd be good guards, guarding some camp or fortress or smth. oh wait. you dont need moi. you ns boys already do that. HAR HARR. listening to: Love At First Sight by Kylie Monogue. go go kylie!! i still love this song to bits. you could say t'was 'love at first sight'. aight, somebody shoot me and my lameass invisible friend please. woof! right here and now!
spat vitriol @ 8:48 PM
xxx ynoe, my mom's pretty damn childish. when i woke up and she came into my room, the very first thing she said was, "you havent tidied your room in months, it's a mess." and i just ignored her coz she's said it all before. and besides, if you cant even say anything nice if yer gonna speak to me for the first time today, then dont say ANYTHING at all, if ynoe what i mean. so i go to the fridge and she's in the kitchen and i ask her, "is there anything to eat?" and she snaps, "what time are you going out?" i tell her, "im not going out la." and her tone immediately softens and she says, "i thought you were going out?" and i reply, "im too fucking tired im not going out la." plus, i dont wanna explain abt Amanda and Sara and everything.(Diana just called me in fact, she just woke up.) and then after that she is SO nice. she opens my door 6times(i counted) in 3minutes to tell me whatever's available in the house. "there's hotdogs." "there's bread." "there's instant noodles." so on and so forth. and all those food choices just dont appeal to me and im like, "no no no no." and she still just keeps coming in, to make up for her snapping at me and all that ynoe. and after awhile im just like, "NO i dont want anything just dont come into my room anymore." coz 1)i dont wanna eat anything, 2)if there's anything to eat in the house i'll find it eventually if im hungry and 3)she doesnt knock when she comes in and that irks me slightly. so basically her mind works like this: Jing(yes thats me) is going out today and im unhappy with that so i will express my displeasure by being all snappy and rude, hoping that it will affect her in some way or instil some kind of guilt in her when she goes out. OHH! she's NOT going out! what a fuckin pleasant surprise! i am immediately happy and joyful and i shall express my joy by responding to her immediate needs and also to try and please her to make up for my childishly irritable attitude just now. seriously, dudes. this kinda thing just annoys me to no end. you'd think that adults can sometimes be expected to act their age. guess not. i am gonna eat my instant ramen now. listening to: Lazy by Suede
spat vitriol @ 7:36 PM
xxx i just had 14hours of sleep. no no, dont ask me how i do it, i dont know how i do it myself. i am the Great Wondrous Sleeping Corpse Maddie. but anyways. i doubt that i'll be going out tonight. Sara's gotta visit some cousins from switzerland, Amanda's too tired and i feel really.. tired, too. and kinda achy. must've been all that walking i did at east coast and when i walked home yesterday. no, seriously. i may be the Great Wondrous Sleeping Corpse when asleep but once awake, i am the Super Duper Feeble Weakling. and im feeling the after-effects of it all now. oh, the anguish. so yeah. was talkin to Amanda on the phone just now and she was sayin that nowadays she's getting more blind and deaf and i told her that im already on the magical wondrous journey. and then that just reminded me of wizard of oz and how they all had to travel down the yellow brick road and i told Amanda that if it were US travelling down that road, relying on our unreliable senses, we'd just end up on a red concrete road instead. speaking of money.. i need a new piano. no, not exactly a normal piano. i need one of those where you can plug in earphones and then only YOU can hear what yer playing and not nobody else. two fuckin fantastic good reasons why i need one of those. 1)i've got real abnormal sleeping times so when i AM awake the rest of the worls isnt so when i practise it's just gonna wake people up. i am so goddamn considerate. 2)my playing just SUCKS big time and i dont want anybody to hear me when im practising. i gotta admit that this is the bigger reason. somebody buy me a pianooooooo. with the earphones thingamajiggy. and there're people in the opposite block quarrelling. mainly it's just this mom shouting at her wailing son. i just put on my Suede album so i can drown em out. but frankly i just feel like having some peace and quiet and those people have gotta wreck it. i feel like clobbering em, really. with one of those primitive clubs with spikes at the end. mm-mmm! delish. i feel unfortunately braindead. and that these entries somehow have been rather unsatisfactory. to me, at least. i dont feel all hyped up when i blog. maybe i've been away from it for too long. detached, from the miracles of blogging. ahh! woe betide me. wadever. i think im gonna get some more sleep. feel kinda sleepy. listening to: Filmstar by Suede
spat vitriol @ 6:48 PM
xxx THIS BITCH IS FINALLY ONLINE. and i mean the com, too. well, my home com's back online, but im actually at Eugene's now and he's talkin to his GIRLFRIEND.. i want a girlfriend too. im so lesbian its amazing. just kidding.. i think. but seriously man, i couldnt connect to my internet for like, 6 bleeding days. that was bloody torture. intolerable cruelty. but after spending some time on the phone(and losing my temper off it) with the singnet technical people(quite alotta time, actually.) i managed to resolve all my problems and i am up and running. cool beans. speaking of which.. up and running just reminded me of the APUs on Matrix: Revolutions. t'was not a bad show really.. better than Reloaded, anyways. i shant go into much detail in case y'all havent caught it yet(and you should.) SENTINELS rock!!! i love sentinels! can you imagine having a tiny lil sentinel in a small fish tank with no water, with it just floating and swimming around.. fuckin adorable man, seriously. you could hold it in the palm and look into its many eyes and coo at it. *coo!* i lurrvvvve sentinels. someone buy me a sentinel. a mini-sentinel will do just fine as well. *coo!* anyways.. i caught the world premiere of Matrix: Revolution with Sara, Donovan, Chang, Weihong and some of their friends were there too on wed night(world premiere at 10pm!). and after that while the rest of the guys went to newton to eat and Sara went to zouk for mambo night Donovan and i headed to east coast after that. it's getting to be a routine coz there really isnt anywhere to go on a weekday except drink after 10pm. *yawwn* what a fuckin bore. and the government doesnt encourage drinking and driving. well there bloody isnt anythin else to do is there? DRINK AND DRIVE! DRINK AND DRIVE!! DRINK AND DRIVE!!! (this has been an extremely subliminal message kindly brought to you by MADDIE WAN! MADDIE WAN!! MADDIE WAN!!!) bloody feckin ijeets. but anyways man.. Donovan's car is like my second home or smth. but seriously, his car is so freakin comfy man. i love his jeep!! *jeep jeep! beep beep!!* (apologies. just being imbecilic. isnt it nice to have me back?) i wish i could drive sometimes coz i bet he gets tired of driving(i think. well, he must. he drives around alot.. no thanks to me.. oops. sorry man.. DADDY VIBES!!!) but frankly i reckon that i'd just crash the vehicle. mm. not a pretty sight me mateys. and just for clarification: Revolutions aint a chick flick, its just that the men are incapable/unthinking/overly macho/just plain weak and so the girls shine. like the brilliant jewels of the river nile.(does the river nile have brilliant jewels?) girls rule and boys drooooooool. so anyways. lets see. a summary of what i've been doing this week. sunday: met Donovan and we did the same thing we do every night, pinky. monday: stay home monday tuesday: stay home fuckin boring tuesday wednesday: matrix and sentinels!!!!!! and Donovan and i chilled after that. thursday: hung out with Diana, Sam, Sara and Donovan. not much to say cept that we.. did alotta walking. umm. couldnt find the jeep at east coast, walking up and down.. not very pleasant. but i reckon i burned off EVERY single calory from the filet-o-fish i ate earlier on. friday: today, and im slacking at Eugene's. and im gonna havta do some MORE walking tonight coz im gonna be walking home rfom his place later on after 12am.. thank god he stays near me. convenient, no? and i save on cabfare, too.(i am sucha fuckin miser, seriously. step down Scrooge, coz Maddie is in DA HOUSE) anyways. i bought the Suede album of singles!!(the album is aptly called "Singles". d'oh.) i swear to god i love and will still love 'everything will flow'. i put that particular track on repeat for 45mins last night and im still waiting to get sick of it. no, seriously, i am. i love the lil violin bit at the beginning, and i love the entire song that comes after it. AND. i am so in love with BLACK shirts now. almost an obssession. anything black is GOOD, but right now tight black tees rock aight. they dont havta be lil black tees(god knows my body's big nuff without having to emphasise em with teensy weensy black tees) but fitting black tees would be fuckin excellent. small logos, a lil pattern, wadever, it dont matter, but just plain is fab, really. im just a simple girl in a simple world, really.(chyeahh riggghhtt) and i like caps now. well. i've always liked caps and all, but now i really do wanna keep on collecting em, just that my budget doesnt really permit me to. oh alright alright. well maybe my budget DOES permit me to but its just that i spend my moolah on other stuff. like cigarettes. and.. more cigarettes. good fuckin god where does all my money go?! i need a fuckin accountant. cept that i'd probably be more broke after that. fuckin joyful. and Eugene just gave me his army green Voodoo cap!! hurrah, hurrah!(i sound like some bloody character from enid blyton's books or smth. by the way, im reading The Faraway Tree whenever i take a crap now. it's a good toilet read. very relaxing.) he bought it in like, secondary school(he's like, 22 this year eh. old fart.. but old lovable fart!) and it's so awesome. old school man! the dude LIVES for old school stuff man!! aww. i love caps. thankewwwww Eugeneeeeeee... and i've been lookin for a decent army green one but i havent been able to find one. *evil laugh* i rock. wadever. i lurrvee my friends. *hugs myself* anyways. ynoe if this entry doesnt seem to gel im just gonna havta blame it all on Eugene coz we keep talking and i keep getting distracted and thats why 'everything wont flow'. geddit? geddit?? hawhaw. but its good to be chilling and talking to Eugene again after so damn long, really. him and his girlfriend.. seriously.. wah lau. i wont say anything man. but they spend like every waking mo together. i should consider myself lucky to be able to be spending any time with him at all right now. ynoe.. dont wanna play gooseberry and all that. uncomfortable feeling. *pulls at invisible collar* but yea.. both of em're SO tight man.(in more ways than one. ha! ha!) i wish i had that! (i mean the figurative bit of 'tight', umm, ynoe.. yea) dammit. + + + alright. im back home. couldnt concentrate when i was over at Eugene's coz we had so much catching up to do and seriously he was and always will be one of my greatest friends. sensible, smart and loyal right to the very end, too. we had.. difficulties before but im glad to say that they've all been sorted out, with the past amicably tucked behind our ears like slim fancy cigarettes, too.(preferably slim fancy ysl el cigarattos. but anyways.) so.. i only got 3hours of sleep today coz i slept at 7am(got back at like 5am, me thinks) and i woke up at 10am and havent slept since. and seriously.. it's been motherfuckin long since i've seen daylight in the face and i forgot how bright it can be.. i swear it blinded me. and i was only looking at the hdb block opposite mine from my window and the light refelcting off the goddamn brick blinded me already. am i a fuckin bat or wot man?? and t'was so warm and everything.. erks. night good, daylight evil. word association games, ynoe ynoe. by the way. they're bringing carebears back on kids central. every weekday morning i think.. cant remember what time. i used to love those lil furrys. but when i caught the trailer it was all so.. mediocre. but heyy, memories, right?(yea, im tryna convince myself too) and SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANT's is gonna be on every saturday morning at 11.30am!! yayy!! reruns!!(i think. i hope not. but reruns are good!) so here's the song, just for fuck's sake. 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* i love spongebob and gary and sammy and squidworth and patrick and mr.crab.. gimme a shirt with spongebob on it and i'll wear it. gimme a ring with spongebob on it and i'll wear it. gimme a fuckin thong with spongebob on it and i'll wear that, too. SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS!! but frankly, if we're gonna talk abt a real woman cartoon character i like then i guess it's gonna be Poison Ivy for now. *smirk* outsmarts dumbass batman all the time. it'd be really cool if she were my older sister. if people i didnt like touched me they'd be scratching themselves for weeks. heheheh. of course, she's NOT my older sister so anyone who touches me just pisses me off but it doesnt do anythin to em. goddamit. i am tired. and i ate a fillet-o-fish and a bandito over at Eugene's just now. it's a tradition now. every night i end up eating a fillet-o-fish, eh. *drop on the deck and flop like a fish* godd. im just tired i think. or smth. maybe i just havent blogged in too long. im meeting Diana, Sara and maybe Amanda if she aint too pooped from her exams later this evening. hopefully by then i would've sorted out my spastic-ness. sleep deprivation la, seriously. it's good to be back. and i hope you think that its good that im back. righty-ho. to the BED-MOBILE! (i am sucha lame fuck, seriously) g'night, my lil munchkins. listening to: Aerials by System Of The Down reading: The Dream Of Reason by Anthony Gottlieb
spat vitriol @ 4:56 AM
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Sunday, November 02, 2003 oh yes.. i nearly forgot.. it's not important but i wanna say it anyways, coz a blog's a place for all our conscientious ramblings, eh, eh? but anyways. back to what i wanted to talk abt. i was at yoshi's with Rishi just now, yea?(say "yea." now thats a good boy.) and Rishi was sayin that school's so boring nowadays when it was so fun and all that last year(ynoe, what with all that socialising and making new friends crap) and that in general life's just.. boring. i agreed. yes, life is boring, tho it's also sorta unfair to sum it all up in one sentence just like that: life's boring.(kinda like how it's pretty unfair to SUM UP LIFE IN JUST ONE SENTENCE even if t'was possible, ynoe, brudda? and please dont anybody tell me that "lavve is loike a boks of chakelates.. ya neva know whatcher gonna git." with that forrest gump accent and all. in fact, i spelled out that eternal phrase of his with his accent, if ynoe what i mean.) and it kinda came to me: mebbe thats what relationships are for. well, no, not exactly. mebbe that's why the Creator instilled into people's minds the idea of getting into a relationship. ahh.. that's closer to what i mean. see.. it goes smth like this: liking someone, then courtship, and then relationship, and afterwards the breakup, and finally getting over the person before repeating the vicious cycle again does 1)take up time 2)inject some sort of variation into a person's life 3)give the person smth else to do besides mucking around with his/her own life and its daily routines. so. with these reasons in mind(tho its probably all swirling around in our subconscious, really), i can safely say that the time during the pre-relationship, relationship and post-relationship period makes life a lil more exciting(how abt just less bloody deadish?) coz the person's got smth to occupy him/herself with. and it also injects more colour(variation. the person's doing smth different from his normal routine. yayy!) and meaning(the person learns more abt love and clues as to how it might work, etc etc, life's a bitch and then you die, yada yada) into a person's life as well.. or at least it seems like it. essentially, essentially, i guess in the end it just depends on how you lookit things. half empty, or half full? or mebbe that isnt a glass and that isnt water, either. this has been a pessimistic entry. but i could turn it into an optimistic one. likewise, life could be dull and monotonous or it could be vibrant and exciting. it all depends on which side of the coin yer looking at. and sometimes, i guess, you can just get kinda caught up observing all the details and intricacies of that particular side of the coin without considering or thinking abt flipping to the other side of the coin. coz mebbe, just mebbe, the other side might be a lil better than the side of the coin you were originally looking at. oh man. Don.. im talking like you now, or smth. but anyways. i guess all im saying is that it's up to you which face of the coin you wanna be lookin at. heads or tails? it aint up to fate. you choose. coz even tho SOME people may beg to differ that there IS fate, i say that it's up to you whether you wanna make good what life deals to you. seems simple enough, surely. but all too often people are just too absorbed in looking at life under a super microscope and scraping the bottom of the barrel for more of what life can give them, when all they gotta do is look outta the damn barrel and see everything that life has given em, and more, and that all of it would surely inspire them to put more further effort into achieving more with their life.(of course, im saying all this figuratively. i absolutely do not wanna see anyone sticking their head either in, or out, of a barrel unless they've got an extremely valid reason to do so) some people have even settled onto a certain level of complacency that they know what life is all abt and what it's gotta offer, that they've seen it all and nothing more can impress em. and these people are usually the ones who've spent entire lifetimes looking at the same side of the coin without bothering to turn over to the other side coz well, they're just too smug abt the apparant fact that they know it all. wadever it is, you get my point, and i should stop. im beginning to scrape the bottom of the barrel myself. or already am. and if you dont understand me(which i find difficult to believe) i guess it really isnt that important, either. if you get it, you do, and if you dont get it, then you dont, and nobody'll be the wiser. listening to: Change The World by Eric Clapton. good song but.. how fuckin ironic. eating: a slice of cheese(chesdale, chesdale, it's good with everything!! chesdayle, it goes with everythinggg!!) postscriptum: new spidey series starts today after justice league at 11.30am!! one whole hour of cartoony goodness if you can wake up on time!
spat vitriol @ 7:49 AM
xxx noise pollution is rampant in our small city. everywhere you go, there's always sound, sound, sound. it doesnt even matter if the sound's soothing. it can be the most soothing sound in the world but if all you wanna hear is silence then the most soothing sound can be the most annoying in the world at that mo of time. it is so tough to find a place where you can have complete silence. or mebbe its just me. here're a list of places where i spend some part of my day at and why there isnt complete silence. garr. home: unless my mom goes to sleep, the telly's permanently on. thats why i like doing stuff at this time of the night(morning?).. i can choose whatever i wanna listen to. bus: fuckin tvmobile!!! curses!!!!!! it is the worst thing ever! who wants to watch stupid gag shows? for chrissakes. besides, there's always the sound of people talking and the traffic on the road. train: the sound of the wheels(isit the wheels?) and people talking. and now they're installing lil tvs for advertisements, too. good godd. public areas: public=people=noise. and there's always some event going on here or there so there's always annoying music or shows happening. friends' places: i have friends who sometimes talk too much and too often talk too loudly. wadever it is, there's just sound everywhere and it's starting to grate on my nerves and my eardrums.*clench fists* my poor, poor ears. i need to be a hermit or smth. and soon. listening to: platinum silence
spat vitriol @ 5:17 AM
xxx this has been a short, lame night(the antithesis of a long, fun night. harx). it's ridiculous, really. lookit the time, it's only 3.30am and im already home. im sposed to still be at centro man.. all the way til 9am or smth at least. and so why am i NOT there? well, ynoe the prob was when Rishi, Joycelyn, Serene, Alvin, Yazhid and Daniel and i started queueing it was like, eleven(which was the time people gotta start paying to get in, even if you got the exclusive invites, coz free entry for people with the invites is only up til 11pm). but we didnt know, did we? and so we just continued merrily queueing away.(by the way, i met Weihong, Chang, Jianhong and a few of their other friends there too) and while we were queueing there were these girls going around and sticking us and other people in the queue with these water-soluble tattoos that said "pepsi-x" and below that "energy cola". with the tattoo you get the complimentary breakfast at 6am. girls can put the tattoo anywhere so i put it on my right arm. guys gotta put it on either their face, neck or chest(i think) so Rishi put one on his neck and another on his face. well. when we reached the doorbitch she said that there was no more free entry. she even said that she and her fellow bitches were KIND enough to extend the free entry time to 11.30pm. i mean, alright, she's doing her job, but did she havta tell us that they were kind enough to entend the time and all that crap? coz i mean, it doesnt do jackshit for us, does it? it doesnt let the 7 of us in free, does it? so i was just like, wadever man. and so we got outta the queue and we were discussing whether we should pay the 22bucks for entry and alright, we decided that we would pay, but then the doorbitch said we'd havta re-queue, and the queue was as long as when we'd started queuing originally. so i was like, fuck it man, and Rishi and i wenta cine to eat at yoshi's(with our lousy uncool el cheapo imitation tattoos and all). Serene and Alvin went back home coz Serene was gonna go home early anyways coza her parents and Alvin left with her coz she's the only person he knows there. so only Yazhid, Joycelyn and Daniel paid and went in. ah well. i wasnt exactly very annoyed or anythin coz i really wasnt in the clubbing mood anyways coz im still tired and my body aches(i dont know why. but i do know i need a massage. garr). i just wanted to go in and take a look around and get the free drinks and free food.(yes indeed, kiasu-ism just never ends in this country. we know no limits!! for kiasu-ism la, that is. rejoice, all singaporeans!) i was just kinda irked coz i went all the way down for nothin. put on nice clothes, nice makeup, nice shoes, nice hair, go down and *poof* zilch. i spose it wasnt a completely fruitless night. i got to talk again with Rishi and we laughed and had fun catching up and everything at yoshi's. it's been like, so damn long since we've talked and bitched and all that man i swear. but it was good. and now im home. and i shall be sleeping in perhaps an hour's time all the way til tmr night. hopefully no one will disturb me. i HATE being disturbed when im sleeping.. i get all irritated and grumpy and cranky.. like a bear that you jab with a big stick when he's hibernating ynoe. and he'll just go, "GRAAARRRRWWWWLLLL!!!!" and claw you inside out while yer all defenseless with only yer useless stick to poke him in the eye with but which wont work coz he's too enraged. im kinda like that. so anyways. wonder if Joycelyn, Yazhid and Daniel are having fun. no, i wonder if Daniel's having fun.. coz Joycelyn and Yazhid are a couple. they look so adorable together, by the way. aww. i wanna look adorable like that too! harx. and by the way, the "pepsi-x energy cola" tattoos are NOT water-soluble. i wonder if Rishi managed to scrape it off his neck and more importantly, his face. ha HA!!! listening to: Trigger Hippie(bad vibrations mix) by Morcheeeba
spat vitriol @ 3:47 AM
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Saturday, November 01, 2003 got back abt 2hours ago. i think. i dont know. hell man. fuckin shagged man, seriously. Don picked me up from my place around 11pm(so late coz i fell asleep by accident and only woke up an hour later around 10pm) last night and then we wenta meet Amanda in town, and then Lionel joined us later. let's make this short and sweet for a change, shall we? we talked nonsense, yada yada. played pool in town first, then wenta alleybar to drink(Don's got his choice of white or black russian, Amanda's got too many choices!), then newton to eat(i hadnt eaten in 2days, today being the 2nd day. wanted to see how far my body could go without food ynoe? but in the end i ate satay and stingray and sugar cane juice. ahh wadever.), and then we ended up at the driveway outside mac's at k.a.p. talking and playing music in Don's car til morning, and then we alllll went home. oh wait. while we were at k.a.p. and Amanda put on one of her many cds(was it gc?) and she was telling me abt how the band members' dad just walked out on the family for no reason when the kids were real young, and their mom went thru alot so that they could play their music and do what they do and i just started like, tearing and then crying a lil coz i was thinkin abt how MY dad walked out my mom and how it hasnt(and still isnt) been easy for MY mom to bring me up. especially since it's like, me, ynoe. gotta tell ya, it aint easy buddy. i didnt cry buckets or anythin and i got over it pretty quick. Amanda hugged me, we changed albums to avril lavigne's cd(at my request) and i was done. i think Don was laughing at me or smth. umm. im not too sure. anyways. so here i am.(green eggs and ham, sam i AM!) and Don's an angel for fetching us aimless souls around. and i wanna thank him for picking me up from my place too(if not god knows what time i'll reach town if i took public transport!) and sending me back coz it's well, really pretty inconvenient and shit since we live kinda like at opposite ends of the island or smth. well, not that bad, just kinda far away from each other.(his camp's nearby tho. and this relates how..?) RAWWWKKKK ONNNNN DONNNNNNNNNN!!!! or smth. gotta go sleep now. im sposed to go with Rishi, Joycelyn, Charm and dunno-who-else to the pepsi-x exclusive thang at centro tonight. first ever dusk-to-dusk party in the HISTORY OF SINGAPORE!! wow. what a headline. anyways im really too beat to be keen on going and to hype myself up now but i just wanna go coz like, it's free, and the thing lasts til sunday morning, and they're gonna be serving meals too. bbq and stuff and.. wadever. cocktails and international djs. ynoe what, i really dont give a shit right now. i dont know, dont care, i need sleep, ive only had 5hours of sleep these past 2days. i can only *hope* that i dont sleep and end up sleeping all the way til sunday morning coz then i'd, ynoe, miss the centro thing which would kinda, like, suck. yeahh. godd. i sound like some idiotic(quite redundant to say idiotic but.. okay nvm. im sleep-deprived aight.) american teenager or smth. fuckk. ynoe that lack of sleep can drive a man(or woman) insane and to their death(tho not necessarily from insanity, more like from deliriousness or smth) right? im pretty messed up as i am already, dont think i could take raging insanity, really. the time has come for me to lay my head on my pillow and to take sweet rest in my arms. k bye. listening to: Kick The P.A. by Korn & The Dust Brothers from the Spawn soundtrack.
spat vitriol @ 8:54 AM
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