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Wednesday, December 31, 2003 i added two more resolutions to my list of, uh, new year's resolutions. they're right at the top of the list. and silly me, i forgot to list down what i did yesterday. i bathed, dressed, wore out the jacket Don gave me, met Amanda and Sara at 8pm, wanted to watch Scary Movie 3 but couldnt coz everyone else wanted to watch it too so there were no bloody seats left, set at Lips at plaza singapura and talked, Lionel and Haugeng joined us, we left before 12am coz public transport's cheaper compared to taxis. thats it. whoopee doo. and wouldnt it be amazing if the Ritalin im taking for ADHD's just a placebo, really? i take a pill, i think that it'll help me to do better, so i DO perform better. coz what if ADHD's not a brain condition, but just a mental condition? a mental condition that isnt affected by chemicals produced in the brain?(if thats possible) then wouldnt it make sense to say that no form of medication can help you if the condition you have isnt a physical, tangible thing in the first place? moving on. i tried out Ritalin for the first time yesterday. i didnt feel much different, but i seemed to be able to recall things a lil better. and my sense of direction was improved. but then again mebbe t'was just me, so i gotta take more to realise if its actually the effect of the medication. the side effects of Ritalin is that im sposed to feel nauseous if i dont eat before taking it(yer sugar levels drops and all that stuff) and i also wont feel hungry. thats why i might lose weight. when the psy told me that i was like, "hey, cool. lose weight!" yeahh yi know, shallow. the psy said that when she puts girls on Ritalin and she tells em the side effects the girls all seem pretty happy with the side effects. hmm. i will gladly take Ritalin and wait for my weight to drop. and my jaw and gums have been aching like hell. i must really be clenching and grinding my teeth down pretty badly these days. cept that i wouldnt really know, coz well, im asleep, yea. if im really suffering from covert depression(which makes you wonder: are YOU depressed.. but dont know it?? yeahh, you, sitting right there at yer com), and Ritalin's sposed to sorta help me, then hopefully all this teeth grinding and clenching will go away. soon. listening to: What New York Couples Fight About by Morcheeba. i like this song quite abit, i dont know why. and it aint *really* coza the title, either.
spat vitriol @ 4:41 PM
xxx ![]() You are Agent Smith, from "The Matrix." No one would ever want to run into you in a dark alley. Cold as steel, tough as a rock, things are your way or the highway. What Matrix Persona Are You? brought to you by Quizilla cool. watch out, all who offend me. incur my wrath and suffer the dire consequences. *chuckle* people enjoy talking dirrrty. no doubt, its fun, quite enjoyable and deemed by some to be rather 'kinky' when its actually all rather normal. well. i, on the other hand, prefer talking evil. it is so much more awesome and gratifying to my demonic soul.(yes, demons have souls) listening to: Be Yourself by Morcheeba. i love morcheeba. i will buy all their albums. MOR-CHEE-BA! MOR-CHEE-BA!!(i expect that my love for em will die a slower death as compared with my love for Portishead.)
spat vitriol @ 2:52 AM
xxx NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTIONS!! how blissfully exciting. 1)be less damn impatient. 2)be more entusiastic abt life. leads to having a more positive and optimistic attitude. this is gonna be a lil difficult. 3)stop feeling that the whole world owes me a living. and be more appreciative and stop taking things for granted. 4)be nicer and more tolerant to mom. [an attitude that shall evolve from the 1st resolution] 5)watch what i say. if i wanna say smth, at least say it in front of people i can trust. 6)be less bitchy. [an attitude that partly involves the 3rd resolution] i believe that its possible. as they say, anything's possible, right? 7)cuss less. ooh. okayy.. so mebbe most things're possible la ynoe.. real TOUGHIE, man. i say cuss less coz i cant COMPLETELY get off cussing. to stop cussing altogether would be like depriving me of oxygen, man. 8)do well in school. and possibly score really good grades. or, at least, try to keep myself from being booted outta school. i hope that the Ritalin will help. i gotta stay in the system to beat the system, man. 9)watch what i eat. sure, i can eat, but only eat healthy stuff. meat, veggies, that kinda crap. this is gonna be complicated to work out since i eat out so often and my mom only cooks once a year. 10)listen to other people more. no, not hear other people, listen. 11)be more observant of people's body language. [this will come into play if i succeed at the 8th resolution] it can tell you so much more than words, and sometimes i just wanna know more than what they're just saying.. it can make all the difference in the world. 12)not be so physically violent. 13)be less abusive towards Donovan.. err.. yea.. im abusive, i admit it, i've got a problem, i need rehab.. anger management, anyone? APA.. Angry People Anonymous. 14)try to be a lil nicer, unprejudiced and forgiving towards all human beings. thats abt it. its not so difficult. a step at a time. i'll try. woohoo!! the world will be a better place if i succeed at carrying out my resolutions. then i gotta ask myself.. do i REALLY want the world to be a better place?? *smirx* tune in to future entries for the answer, ladieez and gents. and strange. i can only vaguely remember how Donovan looks like, but i can remember the smell of his room. like, wow. i guess the olfactory senses are more acute than my sense of sight.. or memory.. moving on. new year's eve. what're the BIG plans, eh? are y'all going to some hip, hop and happening partaaayy?? are y'all really really excited to usher in the new year? 'out with the old and in with the new', as they say? are y'all gonna be planning of having so much fun yer brain implodes? well. frankly. i really dont give half a fat rat's ass abt nye. no, seriously. its like, yea, sure, wadever, there're gonna be another 50 more of these to celebrate before i die.. ynoe. im not really keen on clubbing, yea. but then again i havent been keen on it for ages, so that doesnt really count. well, i could tell you all the things that i wont be doing on nye, but that would just be a waste of our time, wouldnt it? so here's what im gonna be doing. like, actually doing. there's gonna be a gathering of people(call it a party, wadever, i call it a gathering of people. coz the word 'party' usually indicates that fun will be involved) tmr at Sara's cousin's friend's friend's apartment. yea.. i got the order right. and there'll be 25 or more people going, apparantly. gonna be lotsa drinks coz people are gonna be bringing em, apparantly. the apartment can hold up to 60 people, apparantly. i use 'apparantly' alot coz i dont wanna have high expectations of the whole affair, and mainly also coz i wont know til i've seen it for myself later tonight, right? i know im right. "you know you're right," says Nirvana. and yea, i know im right. so. anyways. i'll just go tonight and see how everything goes. the apartment's at braddell heights, pretty near my place, so if it all doesnt turn out too well i can always call my mom and get her to pick me up, she'll be my escape route from hell. *titter* i've always liked the word 'titter'. also, the word 'titillating'. call me perverse, but i dont know why, really. owell. and the word 'scintillating' reminds me of sci-fi. 'scintillating sci-fi'.. hmm.. anyhow. im pretty tired, im just gonna pop off to bed right now. til then, my pretties. and HAPPY fucking NEW YEAR!!!!! [its not the new year yet, i can still casually and extravagently insert cuss words into my speech whenever i fancy it. so there. and happy new year to you, too, punk.] listening to: The Sea by Morcheeba.
spat vitriol @ 2:35 AM
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Tuesday, December 30, 2003 HELLO!!!! what's this we've got here?? i think this has improved my mood somewhat. [i pray that you have not eaten a heavy meal before reading this entry. if you have eaten a sumptuous meal, turn away now. should you choose to proceed, as unwise a move as it is, i warn you to go forth with much caution and less haste. we've no time for regrets here.] now, the question that has been burning, sizzling and frying away in our minds ever since Lord Of The Rings: The Fellowship Of The Ring.. are the hobbits GAY?? *dumdumdumm* here is the answer, at last, at last.
Frodo and Sam. i dont like this picture much, its trying too hard to be sensual, what with the monochromatic tones and all that. bahh. i say, sex in colour, baby!!
this is alright. too overly cheerful, shire-like and sound-of-music for my taste, but at least its not wannabe overly-sexed-up like the previous picture.
ooh! this is my favourite picture!! among the lot, that is. lookit that intense look on Merry's face. and Pippin just looks so adorably pensive. its the exact same expression you'd see on cinderella as she sat by the fireplace, wishing that she was at the ball instead of wearing some tatty old dress with blisters on her hands and calluses on her feet. warm, brown, earthy tones. very Gaia, very in, dahling. the colours of the picture are all muted down and the outlines a lil fuzzy too so that it doesnt appear harsh(unlike the 1st and 2nd piccie).. instead, the words 'relenting' and 'soft' come to mind. mm. raunchy hobbit sex. and apparantly.. ![]() You are Legolas !!! you must be really lucky ! woohoo. im pretty boy Legolas. "i must be really lucky!" sure he's cool in the film, what with all that long smooth white rebonded hair, and who could forget that amazing set of bow and arrows, eh?? it'd be fantastic if i could be that great a shot. but outside i dont really fancy Orlando Bloom much. gimme Viggo Mortensen anywhere, anytime, man. he's an accomplished poet, photographer and painter, a true leader, soft-spoken yet thoughtful and with a steely gaze, he is one awesome dude. gimme gimme gimme.
i like Viggo. so now, i will not only name my sons Johnny(Depp) and Jude(Law), i shall name the third lucky brat Viggo. Viggo, Viggo, had a dingo, His mother gave him one. The dog played with him, Then proceeded to consume him, And growled, "There never was so tasty a baby." *giggle* just thought of that lil limerick on the spot. Viggo's name is just such a source of inspiration to me. viggo.. dingo.. lingo.. hugo.. jumbo.. thats the end of my inspiration. i am tired. i shall go to bed now. feeling extreme despair and inferiority, and then being quite, quite normal and cheerful again can be quite taxing on the body&mind. g'night, my preciooouuusssssssssss.. .. .. listening to: Fight by No Vacancy from the School Of Rock soundtrack.
spat vitriol @ 3:34 AM
xxx conversation over. im actually feeling quite gloomy now. rather despondent, actually. over nothing and everything at the same time. ynoe that feeling. you'll know it when you've got it. its a disease, i swear. kill it quick, or it never really dies. im depressed, unhappy, down, pessimistic, melancholic, inferiority complex.. wadever. and im actually eating chocolate. horrors. mebbe i should've gone to chinablack with Amanda, Sara and Diana. but then again, nahh.. im not really in a social mood tonight. i'll probably bite off the head of anyone who even remotely annoys me tonight, i bet. not a pretty sight. interlinked i hope that i will not be a disappointment. i hope that there will be positive results. i hope that i have a future. i hope that i will be accomplished. i hope that things turn out well eventually. i hope that people will keep their secrets. i hope that they can be trusted. i hope that i will not be betrayed. i hope that i will be respected. i hope that we will last. i hope that it will not be one-sided. i hope that i am not being lied to. i hope that i will be loved. i hope that i will be judged in favour. i hope that i will change for the better. i hope that i will learn my lesson. i hope that i will not be too humiliated. i hope that i will not cry. i hope for many things. but then again far too often has it always been about me. **** i hope that this feeling will go away soon. being a manic depresive isnt exactly one of my more glamorous moments. but somehow, and most times, there is beauty in such pain. art is subjective, and beauty is in the eye of the beholder. and such pain can be so very exquisite at times. quite divine, actually. it should feel almost intolerable to wallow in a bottomless pool of desperation and despair that you sink to such a level of self-pity, that whatever contempt and disdain you once reserved for others you now lavish upon yourself with no hesitation at all, that you have now become what you despise, that you have at this very moment turned into a miserable, wretched and truly hopeless creature. SELF-PITY is an indulgance one can only afford on occasion. too much is disagreeable with the heart, unwanted with the body, distressing to the mind, detrimental to the soul and remarkably offensive to the surrounding people. i feel a lil better. okayy. so that lil passage in bold above aint exactly poetry in motion, but it sure as hell is accurate. thats why i try not to talk abt my piteous, miserable self in the company of friends. trying doesnt mean i succeed, tho i do well enough most times. thanks to my lousy memory, i soon move on and forget that i was ever despressed in the first place. ta-daaa. kiss me, and make it all go away. kiss me, and make it all better again. listening to: Never An Easy Way by Morcheeba feat. Kurt Wagner
spat vitriol @ 2:47 AM
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Monday, December 29, 2003 i just got home. day's account. ++ went out in the morning to mustafa to get my Morcheeba album exchanged. now i've got a Morcheeba album that doesnt have a cracked cd cover. hell yeah. ++ went to suntec coz my mom wanted to collect her coin.. ynoe, those singapore mint coin collections thing. i got two mango tops in the process. ++ went for my 2nd psy session. so i do have ADHD. im on Ritalin now. i told Eugene and he's got a friend on Ritalin too. his friend is a million more times more hyper and fidgety than i am, so Eugene reckons that if i take it im gonna be fuckin sedated. im on Ritalin that only lasts for a few hours.. im gonna try out this batch and if there arent any major side effects im gonna go on long-term Ritalin.. take a pill and im focussed for hours and hours.. like a duracell battery, ynoe. ++ the psy wrote me a note and i went to tp to deliver it. ask no questions, my friend. ++ my mom and i rushed home, she was going for some dinner, i was due to meet Amanda and Sara. ++ bathed, changed, headed out. met Sara then Amanda at esplanade. ++ went to Harry's Bar.. learnt some salsa!! *harx* they had a salsa dancing class on, see. ++ they went to chinablack, they're gonna meet Diana and Sydney there. i couldnt be bothered so i came home. ooh and at Harry's i bumped into Boon Cheong, who's my polymate. apparantly he's such a good salsa dancer the fellows who taught there just now wanna have him. so cool. so anyways. Boon Cheong taught me a few steps and yea, he's good, and i dont have enough practice so i just kinda.. suckked. ynoe. yeahh. en passant, i call Boon Cheong Mr. Thong coz during his orientation(he's actually my junior even tho he's older than i am) and he was a freshie and we were all G.L.s we dared him to flash his thong, and he did! woohoo! and then this other fatass tried to copy him and flashed his own ass, but we booed him off. i mean, godd, i was blinded for a week after that ynoe. lesson learnt: fat ugly arses dont belong in teensy weensy thongs. speaking of which, i think i wanna get more. HAPPY NEW YEAR to me!! a girl can never, ever, ever have too many undies. and if she does get too many undies for her cupboard, its time to get a new goddamn cupboard!! hooha. i havent eaten anything the whole day cept for a tuna puff, a small bottle of honeydew flavoured Dutchlady milk and the lychee martini at Harry's. and so im polishing off an entire pack of Ritz cheese crackers now. godd. they've even got oil on em.. i wonder how fattening the entire pack is, man. i apologize. i apologize for being such a shallow, shallow person. im so shallow that i cant even think of another word for 'shallow' right now to replace my constant use of the word 'shallow'. when im not 'worrying' abt what clothes i cant purchase due to my limited allowance(i wanted to use 'income' but then realised that i dont do anything to earn a single cent), im worrying abt how fat i am, and how my tummy folds in when i sit like this, or how it looks alright when i sit like that.. ynoe.. on and on. i apologize. im shallow, but heyy, gimme a lil credit.. at least i know it, right? now all i gotta do is CHANGE.. *twiddle my thumbs* and i've just finished raping the packet of Ritz biscuits, all thats left is the empty, cylindrical, cheery red wrapper. i bet they chose the colour red so that it'll stimulate yer appetite and you'll scarf down all their biscuits and get another packet, hence contributing to the Ritz Biscuits Anonymous People Pocket Money Fund. such evil!! i am in awe. and im talking to Donovan on icq now and im happy. *giggle giggle tee hee* oh bloody shoot me now. listening to: Undress Me Now by Morcheeba
spat vitriol @ 11:49 PM
xxx ynoe, i was thinking abt it and i've decided that singapore should just do away with whatever lil culture we've got here altogether. i mean, look at it this way. im not saying that the government should do away with ALL culture. just stuff like the old buildings and everything. why do i say this? now now, dont get yer panties in bunchies and come tearing after me with a hatchet or anythin, thats my job. lemme explain myself. i figure that the government really tries too hard to promote our country as a lil island thats chock-full of culture shocks and interesting lil asian tidbits. i say, chuck that. we dont have jackshit. whatever you find here, you can find in most other asian countries, and in considerably larger amounts, too. the only "culture" we've got here, whether we wanna admit it or not, is the fact that we've only got a paltry 'rojak' culture here. sure, you can call it "culture". after all, the oxford complete wordfinder describes culture as 'the customs, civilisation and achievements of a particular time or people'. which pretty much describes us, tho im not exactly certain of the 'acheivements' bit. the thing is, we can retain our culture thru the people, and not thru 'historical landmarks' like the old istana, or old shophouses, or wadever. sure, they've been around a long time. and im being selfish, but i say trash em if they dont have a particular history behind em or we really need the space. ynoe, for a new mult-story carpark or megamall(how mega can it get, anyway?) or smth.. im just kidding. but you get what i mean. what if we really REALLY need a new university or another hospital? what then? do we preserve 'historical landmarks' only because they're bloody old buildings? i say, sure, keep em if we dont need the space. but if we need the space, what then, ynoe? also, our government seems to have a problem promoting our country as one with great heritage and all that. i mean, singapore's already so damn puny, how much more space do we have for all these places for tourists? the government's sitting on the fence, it is. well, actually the tourism board is, but behind it is the government. the gov's like, "yea yea we gotta promote our country as one with lotsa culture and all that shit." and on the other hand its like, "but the stuff that blatantly display our culture like those darn old historical landmarks are taking up space and we really wanna trash em to make way for new stuff." we really dont have alotta culture to boast of. i was thinking abt it, and the only way you can tell from our culture that we're singaporeans is our kiasuism, our inability to accept crazy ideas, our narrow-mindedness, and other nasty stuff of the such. im not saying that i dont have any of this stull instilled into me, and for that i actually feel a lil sad. that there's really not anything much good i can boast of and declare afterwards, "hell yeahh!! im a bloody singaporean! dont you be messing with me!" ynoe what im sayin here, man? and so what if we're a clean&green country and that our country's real safe and all that stuff? i mean, that aint culture, man. thats just.. government.. stuff. places like arab street and chinatown and the such, we dont havta boot. there're shops, people actually go there to buy things, they actually serve a purpose, yea. so since we wanna boast abt our culture yet have not alot to boast abt, and since the gov really wants to trash the buildings anyway, i say: Just Trash It, baby. sure, the people'll bitch abt it for awhile. i say, maximum 2 years, they'll bitch abt it. the public will write in to the newspapers's forum. people will be interviewed on the news. tv shows will sprout on how our culture is lost. a few sites will pop up here and there. articles will be written by 'bold and daring' journalists. but after 2 years, i say hardly a peep will be heard abt it. and besides, thats what the gov does all the time anyways. they poll the public, and regardless of the results, go ahead with what they wanna do anyways, then let the people bitch abt it, and after that what happens? the people shut up after having 'had their say', the government's got its way. happy fucking ending. democratic, eh? sure, sure. so trash all these buildings. the only reason the gov hasnt yet is coz they're still tryna milk and exploit these buildings for all the historical culture they're still worth, and how many dumb tourists are still willing to pop down and enjoy some good ol genuine singaporean culture. comes with a certificate and a warranty too, ynoe, that all this is culture's genuine. doest that just sound wrong, somehow? "singaporean culture"? so anyhow. once the buildings are trashed and new buildings put up, everyone will eventually be happy. put up tons of new-fangled buildings! and in fact, why not just start advertising our country as a whole new thing altogether? "we dont have no culture, we dont have no past, we're a fuckin techno-hub!" or wadever's the in thing these days la, ynoe. wadever. we're gonna be glad we did it. then we wont be sitting on the fence no more. dont laugh. at least we've got smth we can really boast abt. 1)we aint got no culture. haha. YOUR country's got culture! 2)yo, we're super in, yea? we dont have erp and cash cards no more, we've got microchips in our heads, yo. 3)we're so technologically advanced our our toddlers play with future warriors.('future warriors' are the newest technologically-advanced soldiers from usa. its still being improved and worked on as we speak.) 4)this is a first. a country with no culture. at least we're original, you gotta grant us that. at the end of it all, i guess thhis whole culture-trashing thing doesnt really apply. coz after all, im just talking abt trashing the stuff that we're attempting to sell to dumbass tourists. like the historical landmarks and everything. the culture stays with the people. we're the nation, after all. the government can take our cars, condos, credit cards and cash, but they sure as hell cant take our minds away from us.(lookit that whole anti-singlish campaign they put up.. enough said. yell out "dismal failure!!" for me, anyone??) hell YEAHHH!!!! man. did i even make any sense this entire entry? i sound so disjointed. arr fuckit. listening to: It's A Long Way To The Top by School Of Rock from the School Of Rock soundtrack. "its a long way to the top if you wanna rock and roll."
spat vitriol @ 4:06 AM
xxx i went to get my hair dyed this afternoon, and its at present a dark, dark brown. the colour will fade(tho it'll become a tad brighter instead of more dull) after a few washes, quite like a lousy t-shirt. or mebbe yer cotton pe t-shirt that you wore in secondry school and after 20 washes you couldnt quite tell if that bit of yer school logo was sposed to be green or yellow(on MY school logo, anyways). i also got this lotion from the salon thats sposed to smooth down yer split ends faster than you can holler, "split ends, ahoy!!" so that yer hair looks better than it actually is. ooh. i just love facades and false first impressions. person im meeting for the first time, lets call her Lola: hello maddie! nice to meet you. wow! you've got such nice, smooth, silky, lustrous, gorgeous hair!! i wish i had hair like that! me: *smug* yeahh i bet you do. all this is au naturale, too. man, you really oughta do smth abt those split ends. gettin kinda outta hand, doncha think? Lola: err.. yeahh.. even you noticed that, huh? my split ends suck all the way to hell. me: *snigger* yeah they do. 5 months later, when my anti-split ends lotion is finished and i havent bought a new bottle yet and my hair's goddamn frizzy, messy and just gone whack.. Lola: maddie!!! what a coincidence to bump into you in town! me: yea. sure babe. *attempt to discreetly tidy up and smooth down my hair a lil with my hands* Lola: good lordy lordy lord wadaFUCK happened to those nice, smooth, silky, lustrous tresses?! no offence man, but yer hair looks like its been to hell and back. and back to hell again. all that heat and humidity aint doin wonders for yer hair, dude. me: *slinking off* yeahh.. sure.. be seein ya.. *run for it!!* moving on. after i got my hair dyed, my mom and i went to mustafa. she suggested it, actually. she wanted to get a cd player for myself since im always being so selfish and hogging my own cd player. selfish, selfish me. [actually, i dont hog it, my mom just knows not to come near my cd player coz its always on when im awake. so she wants to get one of her own. no, really. believe me.] when i was younger i used to get the name confused with mufasa. ynoe, Simba's dad from disney's 'lion king'? Simba's evil uncle Scar was cool tho. he made the show exciting for a multitude of reasons: 1)he was evil. this is a BIG reason. 2)he had a scar. 3)he was tracherous. 4)he had a black mane, so technically that makes him a brunette. like moi. 5)he betrayed his family and claimed Mufasa's wife for his own 6)justice was eventually done when he got thrown to the hyenas and eaten by em. mm. yummy bit. so. anyways. we wenta mustafa, and tho everything there isnt exactly dirt cheap, some things are a lil more inexpensive, and we spent abt 300 bucks there. well, my mom spent it, i assisted her in finding items that contributed to that amount spent. i bought(lemme attempt to break it down): i huge ass bottle of organics shampoo 1 pack of Daim chocs that taste good regardless of whether im pmsing or not 1 body hair removal cream 1 versace red jeans perfume(its my staple perfume. i use it everyday so that i dont stink up the island with my pong.) 2 cds(the soundtrack of "school Of Rock" and Morcheeba's "Parts Of The Process". the Morcheeba's cd cover's cracked tho so i gotta go back tmr and change it. mebbe. if i aint too lazy.) 2 deodorants(im against b.o. aight? is that a crime now man?) 3 moisturisers 3 mail polish removers 3 facial washes 3 packs of biscuits(yeahh, you got a problem with biscuits, punk??) 4 nail polishes 4 lip ice lip gloss(the colours were so pretty!) a pack of 10 blank cds my mom added all the stuff up and apparantly that all came up to abt 170 bucks. i dont know, im too lazy to count for myself la. and look!! i didnt get any makeup!! and the lip ice lip glosses dont count.. they're under a lip balm brand and so technically they're lip balms, not lip glosses, and hence not makeup. see. im logical. im sound in the head. indeedy do i am. and ynoe how my mom wanted to go to mustafa so that she could get her cd player? well, we got a shitload of stuff for the both of us but the cd player. cool, huh. right now im eating my veggie biscuits and listening to the Morcheeba album that im gonna havta exchange tmr. what a fuckin pain in the arse, i swear. i hate going back and exchanging or returning stuff. unlike the other time with the zara, when i was glad to go back and get my skirt refunded coz there was a hole in it, i realised that i didnt like it very much anymore and i needed moolah. good god. i love this Morcheeba album. now that i've got the album i feel strangely.. complete. plus, the cd's PINK!!(i didnt know this til i bought the album, i swear) i've had a few of their mp3s for years but never had the album. they're a lil like Portishead, but perhaps with not so morose a mood. if mustafa doesnt have a replacement for the album(and im pretty damn sure they do unless the 4 other copies are snapped up by tmr. pssh) im keeping this one and getting the cover changed myself, damn em all to hell. and Jack Black appears too much in the album sleeve. i wanna see the kids, man. i've had enough of Jack Black's fat ass. he's cool, but he's still got a fat ass. and the kids do a fair bit of rocking too, yea. cept for Summer, the class smart aleck. i only like her beret(ynoe, that bit when she confronts Jack Black abt her being a groupie coz she doesnt wanna be a groupie coz she thinks they're all sluts so Jack tells her that she's band manager, instead. remember??), but then again it is part of the school's uniform. okayy, y'all who dont understand wadahell im talking abt, go watch School Of Rock aight. anyways. i've been seeing a psychiatrist.. my mom thought t'was best due to the major problem i had. actually, its still a problem that hasnt been solved yet. its the problem i didnt wanna talk abt, and i still wont talk abt it, and it aint up to me to resolve it, but i'll talk abt my seeing a psychiatrist. the psy's located at mount elizabeth hospital and she doesnt exactly come cheap. so anyways. i'd done this questionaire thing before that, and so did my mom, tho of course the questions were quite different. we'd given it to her a few days before my first session with her on the 26th(coincidentally, the day Don left for korea), but the psy had forgotten to tabulate the scores. she'll do it properly and my 2nd session with her will be later this afternoon at 2pm. she did take a glance at my answers on the questionaire tho, and she said that most probably i've got ADHD. which stands for Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. cool, huh. having ADHD would explain my inattentiveness and lack of concentration in school, my fidgety and squirmish ways, my constant stoning and daydreaming.. stuff like that. like, im bloody rawwwkin, man. i cant remember either, but she said that the reason im so easily irritable and short-tempered and all that could be signs of covert depression. i was like, "eh?" and she explained that there's overt and covert depression. overt depression's like yer typically overly depressed person who shows obvious signs of depression. me, im covertly depressed, meaning that even tho outwardly i dont display such signs, im actually depressed and the symptoms manifest itself in other ways, like irritability and the such. i asked her if i could be subconsciously depressed without actually knowing so, and i think she said yes. thats a lil freaky. yo, im depressed, and i dont even fuckin know it man. i shall confirm with the psy tmr if i can be covertly depressed without knowing it. compos mentis.. NOT. listening to: Never An Easy Way by Morcheeba. goddamn. how ironic. dig into my mind, Mrs Psy.
spat vitriol @ 2:23 AM
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Sunday, December 28, 2003 [i've too much time on my hands.] ![]() How evil are you? ![]() Which Evil Criminal are You? (following info's from an evil online guide) So what are we doing tonight, Brain?" - Pinky "The same thing we do every night, Pinky. Try to take over the world!" - The Brain An evil-doer without an objective is a most tragic thing indeed. All that sinister potential going to waste, sitting around unused... It's no wonder the world is in the state it's in today. You will therefore want to come up with an evil purpose, something to devote your life towards and direct your dark energies full force. 1. World Domination This is the biggie. World domination is one of the most powerful and rewarding of all evil objectives. Surprisingly, however, it's not as easy as one might think. It actually takes a lot of work. So let's take a look at a few of the sinister possibilities. Military - This is the classic form of world domination in which you take over the earth through sheer military might and weapons of great power. To achieve this end you will want to begin building up your destructive arsenal as soon as possible. Nuclear missiles, armies, tanks, death rays, doomsday devices, giant robotic spider monsters... that sort of thing. You'll also want to formulate your master plan carefully (crush, kill and conquer usually works good), as well as train your troops in the subtle arts of looting and pillaging. Strategic alliances you can fiendishly break later are also a good idea. When you finally feel you are ready, unleash your dogs of war on an unsuspecting world. Send forth destruction like the earth has never seen, and take over the planet in one fell swoop. Also, if you are worried about the United States or Russia stepping in to stop you, fret not. Chances are, if you are using this method, you are one of them! Economic - The sheer crushing force of a multinational corporation is another excellent means of world domination, and in many ways a much more realistic one. By focusing your efforts on economic power and corporate influence, you can achieve world control without one soldier sent. What you will need to do is make the global market dependent on you for the products you make and jobs you provide, and then collect enough land holdings to become a total monopoly. Purchase both the electric company and water works, and don't forget the four different railroads. Hotels on Park Place and Boardwalk are a foregone conclusion. Should you play your cards right, your corporation will gain supreme power and your lobbyists will eventually have more say than the political leaders themselves. Each decision you make will influence millions of lives, and the prosperity of the world will depend upon your ambivalence. Provided you have any, that is. Ideological - One of the more truly evil means by which to take over the world is through the use and manipulation of belief systems. Where you become spokesman behind a particular ideology, one so powerful and mindless there is no choice but for it to sweep the planet. Religion is the best example of this, though political movements work as well (see Christianity or Marxism for more details) The main thing to do with this method is construct a belief system so sinister that people actually want to follow it. One based on humanities hatred and self-loathing, with some bit at the end on how you are the one true god. Should your message be strong enough, every man, woman and child will slowly fall under your control. You will be named spiritual king, and while there still may be countries of geographical boundary, there will be but one country of the mind, and it will be yours to command. Shadow - The use of shadow governments and secret societies is yet another viable means of world domination. Rather than being the one in the limelight (i.e. the presidents and dictators who make themselves an obvious target) you can instead go the route of power behind the throne. The ancient conspiracy secretly pulling the strings and influencing events on a worldwide scale. The Illumaniti is a perfect example of this, and you will want to follow their lead by infiltrating every aspect of human life. Hide your agents inside the political goverment, as well as the military, Freemasons, NRA and post office. Should anyone begin to suspect anything simply eliminate them and then replace their bodies with clones or animatronics. Before long you should be influencing issues of key importance, and though your actions will remain unknown (except from conspiracy theorists, perhaps), your control of the planet will be complete. Mass-Media - This is a fairly new form of world domination, and one which has shown to be remarkably effective over the last several decades. Rather than using armies of destruction or multinational corporations to take over the world you can instead use the insidious power of media and language. Where you use pop culture itself as a weapon, far more effective than the atomic bomb. To achieve this end you will want to control every sort of information the people receive, and then set up the world in a "bubble" reality. You see, if the public doesn't know that a particular war is going on, or that we don't really need oil for cars, or that the president is a a brain-sucking alien from Dimension X, then they can't get angry about it. Furthermore, if you promote specific world-views into the media people watch, they can then be manipulated into a mindset of your choosing. People will think they are free but in reality be slaves, mindless and controlled by the very entertainment they pay to see. World domination for the new millennium. 2. Destroy the Earth For as long as man has walked the earth he has longed to destroy it. From the club-wielding caveman to the modern-day creators of Pokemon, all have desired to end the world and demolish everything that exists. And you can be the one that makes it happen! TOP TEN GOOD THINGS ABOUT THE END OF THE WORLD 10) Really big boom. 9) Get to kill everyone. 8) Burning fires light up earth like Christmas tree. 7) Boiling seas like hot tubs. 6) Whore of Babylon a total babe. 5) Get to watch moon turn to blood - Cool! 4) Ravaging demons - 'nuff said. 3) Bio-plagues turn people funny colors. 2) Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse: Party animals! (Chug it! Chug it!) 1) Heart-to-heart talks with C'thulhu before he eats you. Asteroids From Space - One rogue asteroid could skyrocket this planet back to the ice age. Death from above is thus another nefarious means of world destruction, though only really recommended for the most advanced evil geniuses. The reason for this is that it is unfortunately rather difficult to intentionally cause such collisions. Know that you will need two things to bring about said heavenly mayhem: an asteroid, and some sort of tractor beam. The first is easy enough, as they're practically everywhere. You can even use the moon if you're so inclined. The second, however, is a bit more difficult, in that you will need some sort of gravity generator. Though this may seem like a tall order, it really isn't, especially if you stockpile your lair with enough mad scientists. Just leave them to it, and before long you should have a weapon capable of taking out the earth in one fell swoop. Deadly Viruses - Thanks to todays advancements in biological warfare there are now literally thousands of deadly viruses to decimate the earth's population. Horrific diseases that cause prolonged pain and suffering, that eat a person from the inside out and for which there is no known cure. Your best bet is probably the Ebola Virus, notable for its devastating effects and quickness of spreading. While most virulent in Africa, it is possible to find copies of it elsewhere, particularly in government laboratories and infected monkeys. Simply find someone on the inside who agrees with your "humanity must die" philosophy, use them and their access codes to smuggle out the disease, and within 72 hours the human race should be nothing but a faded memory. Biblical Apocalypse - While many evil masterminds do not believe in any sort of God (except themselves, of course) it must be noted that biblical armageddon is a valid possibility. This classically depicted religious apocalypse can actually be quite sinister, what with the sky falling, dead rising from the grave and cities crumbling into dust. You can learn all about it by reading the Book of Revelations, a stunning read. Now, a few of you might be wondering about that whole good triumphing over evil thing described at the end, but you've got to realize that's just PR. If anything, the whole prophecy thing works against them, because it gives you in depth instructions as to everything that's going to happen, right down to the order of events! Success thus simply becomes a matter of analyzing the battle plans, finding a weakness and crushing them like Patton did to that German guy in WWII. A thousand years of darkness was never easier. The Great Old Ones - Unleashing powerful supernatural forces to destroy all mankind is yet another delightful method of world destruction. This option is especially good due to the myriad of nightmarish horrors you can summon forth, ranging from Christian Devils to Babylonian Gods to unpronounceable Enochian Demons. Your best bet, however, would probably be the Great Old Ones, as described by famed weird fiction writer H.P. Lovecraft. These eldritch horrors are so mind-bogglingly incomprehensible that they can cause mass insanity simply through their very existence and devour the entire human race without even batting a tentacle. All you need do is obtain a copy of the Necronomicon, read aloud the blasphemous contents and then let the Things That Should Not Be wipe out the plague that is humanity. Death and destruction the way it was meant to be. Thermonuclear Missiles - If all else fails, then you can consider the truly classic method of world destruction: thermonuclear missiles. This form of widespread death has long haunted the nightmares of millions, and not without reason. One well-placed nuke could result in a world war of epic proportions. As such, it may be just what you need to bring about global doom. The main thing to do is obtain some nuclear warheads, currently available from most arms dealers, and at rock bottom prices no less! If you happen to be short on funds then you can always build your own, provided you have access to plutonium and a lot of plate steel. Once you finally have your missiles then it's just a matter of letting them fly, and perhaps ransoming the world first. You are an evil mastermind, after all, and so might as well have a little fun before everything is annihilated into oblivion. 3. Widespread Misery There is one thing that most evil-doers cannot abide, and that is happiness. Cheerfulness, contentedness, warm-fuzzy-I-love-you-ness, call it what you will. It's horrid. Wretched. And it must be stopped. Evil-doers try to attempt this in many ways, thus focusing their efforts on general badness and the spreading of widespread misery. To turn that smile upside-down into one big unhappy frown, and overall just make the world a worse place. Criminal Activities - One of the first things you should consider is taking part in a wide variety of criminal activities. These are the lifeblood of the supervillain, the source of your evil and income and personal entertainment. Many like to do this through murder, dispatching their enemies with bladed projectiles or electrical death traps. Others prefer theft, spending their time robbing Fort Knox or stealing the crown jewels. Even vice is a valid possibility, with many entry-level positions now available in pimping or narcotics distribution. Whether you want to be a criminal mastermind, corporate bastard or just a common thug, illegal activities should be a top priority on everybodys "to-do" list. Police State - Another method in which you can promote widespread despair is by transforming your country into one giant police state. An orwellian nightmare of secret police and honeycombed video cameras, with every home a prison and every citizen a slave. Doublespeak can become the language of the land as your government spreads to control all, with two plus two equaling five and free thought nothing but a distant memory. There will be no dissent, no hope, just an unending future of sorrow and darkness. Life the way it was meant to be lived: under your watchful eye, benevolent hand, and complete and maniacal control. Environmental - An especially horrible technique for increasing general hopelessness is to promote widespread acts of environmental destruction. This will both make the world a physically wretched place to live in as well as create an irrevocable feeling of doom amongst the people. Good acts to engage in include deforestation, oil spills, and the constant manufacture of smoke stacks to pollute the air. Other possible befoulments include the careless disposal of dangerous chemicals, exterminating entire species of cuddly animals and sending out the litter squads en masse. All this and more is necessary to make the world a more horrid and dreadful place. If not for your children, then for your children's children. Soul Accumulation - Many evil-doers also enjoy the fine sport of soul accumulation. This objective was originally only practiced by the Devil, but has recently expanded worldwide to a number of forms. The most common is that of a soul contract, in which you are granted ownership of the soul in exchange for their hearts desire. Another means is through the practice of the black arts, where you get to perform evil magical rites while wearing fashionable black robes. You can even attempt to trick the victims out of their souls through telemarketing scams and rigged contests. Whichever route you choose, just make sure that a constant supply of souls is being sent to Hell. Your infernal cohorts will undoubtedly be so pleased that they will reward you greatly and grant you your fondest wish. Or was it eternal damnation? Perhaps you should read the fine print… Politics - Perhaps the best way to promote universal suffering is through the avenue of politics. Yes, the arena of oily hides and greased palms, where you screw your constituents and take 'em for everything they've got. The ways to do this are nearly endless, and all of them incredibly fun. Enact laws that eliminate any sort of rights or freedom held by the people. Justify authoritarian fear tactics by saying you are "tough on crime." Start wars with other nations and then bet against your country to clean up at the bookies. Accept briefcases full of money to let corporations dump toxic waste in old folks homes and petting zoos. Apply white-out to the constitution until it appears more to your liking. You know, the usual deal.
spat vitriol @ 12:48 AM
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Saturday, December 27, 2003 i woke up at like 7.30pm.. i finally got enough rest.. if 12 hours aint enough i dont know what is, man. im still feeling kinda full from last night's pig-out and all i'v eaten for dinner so far tonight are four ferrero rochers and a cuppa milo. mm. know any starving ethiopian kids? introduce em to maddie, i'll allow em to feed off my bodyfat for a year. LIBERATION: grow, my minions, grow!! aha.. ahaha.. ahahaha! [this is a msg to my leg hair] but anyways. i've decided not to go for Jon's bday celebration thang at East West Bar tonight, mainly coz i havent got a single cent on me so i cant buy any drinks, and what's the point of going then, ynoe? well. that aint exactly true. i DO have a couple of cents on me.. they probably add up to like, 5 bucks, max. im a rich, rich person. *dingding* Diana just called me and we were talking for awhile. looks like i'll be going to zouk on new year's eve. hmm. i hope i dont get trampled by the stampede on that day. everyone's gonna be tromping around, "rarrgghhh!! new year's eve!!! rrryyeaahhh!!! partaaayyyy!!!! we gonna step on people!! raarrrrr!!! feel my wrath this new year's eve!!!" ynoe. that kinda thang. actually, come to think of it, that should be the sorta attitude i should adopt. yeahh. think i will. adopt it even if im not in zouk itself, even if im on the streets of orchard and there're lil kids all over the damn place. especially when there're lil kids all over the damn place. *smirx* man im sleepy now. using the com somehow manages to reduce me to a state of slumber sooner or later. i think i'll go try and read a book or go to sleep. i borrowed The Proper Study Of Mankid by Isaiah Berlin again coz i didnt have a chance to finish it the last time i had it. i've got 10 glorious days to complete 637 pages. so thats abt 64 pages a day. i shall commence on it tonight. i so feel like dozing.
spat vitriol @ 9:39 PM
xxx oh yeahh. and i read this article yesterday(technically so, ynoe) in this health mag that taller-than-average men and shorter-than-average women are more likely to get more dates and get married and have kids more easily than their more average counterparts. hoho. which means you, you, and you right over there huddled in a corner, yeah you, Mr Average. and im shorter-than-average, arent i? im shorter-than-bloody-average, arent i??(NOW i wanna be short. bloody fuckin smart, maddie.) i guess i wont be left on the shelf when im 30, after all. *grinz* i aint gonna be a spinster. oops. sorry. bachelorette, i meant. i aint gonna be no damn bag lady who owns a million cats!! i shall be a vibrant young woman with a successful husband who owns a million cats instead. hooha! and damn.. at Chai's just now Kensuke and Rachel were holding hands and kissing and all and i was just feeling that lil heart twisting emotion, that Donovan's bloody off a million miles away and im stuck here, ynoe. so far, i've thought abt it, and there're only three "good" things that can come outta not seeing him for two weeks: 1)i've more time to blog. when he's in singapore we spend all our time together and when we're not he's at work and im sleeping. 2)i've more time for friends. actually, i had time for em previously, but Donovan was kinda, like, ynoe, top priority, ynoe. friends, no worries, maddie still loves you and will never cease to distribute boa constricting hugs when among y'all, but i love Donovan a teensy weensy bit more. 3)i dont havta shave my legs til he gets back. this is the best bit, actually. im not even joking. i can be a straggly yeti or an abominable snow woman just walking around town, but no one will know coz im wearing my jeans.. i so officially love my jeans. i need to get myself more 593s. wear em all the bloody time, i will. skirts can pretty much piss off. i was only wearing em coz i didnt have my 593s yet. and my 599s were wrecked. i know, im gross, im disgusting, wadever. im walking around with hairy legs as my boyfriend's off quietly sitting by a fireplace somewhere in korea watching the sparks twirl and dance in the pretty flames. but heyy, it feels good not shaving, just bumming around ynoe. unless i really gotta shave, like if im going to the beach or smth, then thats gonna be a bitch, im gonna havta shave me legs before i horrify too many people. some ex-ah lian currently beach bitch[pointing frantically at me as i walk down the beach in my bikini]: aiyo! i mean, omg!! what IS that on her legs har?? some ex ah-beng currently beach bum dude[coolly leaning on one of our imported sentosa palm trees. he think he's cool, but he doesnt know that his fake billabong berms are unzipped]: i donch know man.. look like fur, or sumting.. dirt? i donch noe, lor. i mean, i dont know, man. some ex-ah lian currently beach bitch[one hand over her mouth as her glittery baby blue eyeshadow starts to melt and trickle down her face in tiny streams]: omg!! its.. omg.. i donch wanch to tink abt it.. omg.. i tink it is.. i tink its.. some ex ah-beng currently beach bum dude[scratching his crotch in exasperation and touching his gelled hair with care to keep the spikes up]: wah lau eh.. kia si nang.. ka kin la ger.. wad lar?? some ex-ah lian currently beach bitch[adjusting her nipple stickers]: its.. *horrified gasp* leg hair lor!! ta-daaaaa. now dont be getting me wrong, not that im opposed to shaving when Don's around or anything. in fact it feels quite good to go around with silky smooth legs, yada yada, all that stuff they push in gillette razor adverts. but. but its just cool to be able to chill out with my leg hair and watch em nurture and grow. aww. it just reminds me of those dumbass science experiments in primary school where you had to dump a bean sprout in soil and watch the damn thing grow, no sorry, i meant germinate(the 'scientific' term, remember?), and chart its growth process and all that crap. this is kinda the same thing, but i take to watching my leg hair with more of a sorta morbid fascination than anything else, really. def not in the name of science(ynoe, like those damn beansprouts), you realise. it aint a crime to let yer leg hair live out their full potential, after all. fashion police would lock me up for life, but luckily they are abt as existant as santa is. and in relation to what i said two entries ago abt how Donovan, Lionel and i went out on christmas day, and how "threesomes are good".
culled from bobbin. woww. im really tired. i need more water. im still feeling full, and its been 7 hours since i stopped stuffing my face at Chai's.(tho i did snack on ice cream and all, but that doesnt count) damn im gonna be a blimp. i feel like one now still, actually. goddamn. fat blows. hmm. should i go for Jon Lee's thang afterwards at East West Bar? i shall think abt it after i've gotten enough sleep. which will probably be never. dammit. listening to: God Put A Smile On Your Face by Coldplay
spat vitriol @ 6:42 AM
xxx its 5am now, and i got home from Chai's at abt 3am. he sent me back in his mom's volvo. so anyways. there was so much food there at Chai's today. and he cooked almost everything. there were: eggnog(more bailey's than anything else, really) tons of ribs(the maid helped with these) baked potatos + sour cream + bacon bits + tomato slices(Chai did these) loads of crackers + caviar + sour cream(err. supermarket?) lotsa sushi(bought from a supermarket) roast chicken(the maid helped with these too_ garlic loaves(Sundeep made these. wow. garlic bread, man. tough.) calamari(Chai made em) strawberries + whipped cream(Chai whipped the cream himself) and i ate: 6 ribs at least 5 pieces of sushi abt 10 crackers with the works 5 pieces of roast chicken 2 garlic loaves, of which one i put sour cream + bacon bits + tomato slices 5 pieces of calamari shitloads of strawberries + whipped cream ice cream i ate so much that i felt like barfing my guts out in the end. seriously dudes. i started eating at abt 9pm, and i just kept eating and eating non-stop all the way til abt 11.30pm. i couldnt keep my damn mouth closed. i was scarfing down the strawberries(dessert, ynoe) and someone made a joke and i laughed and alluva sudden, t'was like, "omg. i feel ill." after that, i just had to sit/lie down, i couldnt fucking walk. i couldnt move. if i laughed i felt like vomitting. i am so not kidding. ive never felt this motherfuckin full in my entire life. Chai's a good cook, he's my best 2nd mommy ever. the food was bloody excellent. Sundeep and i had already decided long ago that when we grow up we shall employ Chai as our cook, and we were even fighting over him. then Sundeep said that we'll have Chai on alternate days, and that sunday will be Chai's day off. like a filipino maid, ynoe. and Chai told us to fuck off coz he aint gonna be nobody's cook. i wouldnt be too sure abt that Chaaaaiiii.. but yeahh so anyways. back to my ailment. i had to just lie there, i couldnt do much, i fell asleep, i felt slightly nauseous. i almost felt drunk.. from food. not pleasant. think i even had heartburn, man. my stomach ached. i felt bad. t'was like, "god, i'll never ever eat this much again if you'll make the pain go away", kinda thang. im just kidding, but ynoe what i mean. weird. i've never felt so full in my entire life. after that, whenever my tummy felt a lil better, i'd eat some more, and then i'd feel bad all over again. i even ate a lil more ice cream when i was in the kitchen. felt bad after that, too. drank water, i felt bad. the good and evil, the yin and yang was unbalanced. i tried to set it straight but alas, my efforts were futile. okayy shut yer yap, maddie. but anyways. after 5hours, my stomach's still feeling uncomfortable. this is the power of Chai's food man. irresistable and deadly. hooha!! so wait.. lets see who turned up. there was me, Chai, Sundeep, Dasson, Darren(i call him D-Man, he calls me M-girl. we're like some superpower team or smth. haaai-yuukkk!)James Chua, Eldon, Joyce(whom i've frenched before during a game of truth or dare. we had to french for 10 seconds, and Dasson pushed our heads together so that like it or not, Joyce and i were in each other's faces and we had to kiss), Kensuke, Kensuke's girl Rachel, Jon Lee, Jon's date Sarah, Glen, Soong and Priscilla. i think thats abt it. Chai was bartender and he made so many drinks for everybody, but i didnt have a single cup myself. i just koped a lil off people, i didnt feel much like drinking actually. there were malibu dreams, and margaritas, and beer, and god knows what else Chai made. but t'was all good. he made those test tube shots, too. Chai rocks, man. and he didnt enjoy himself much, he was just a fucking good host. he's a great guy, he'll be a gourmet cook when he grows up, muahaha. anyways. as i lay on the couch, covering my bloated self with cushions and dozing off, the guys drank and drank lots. mainly Sundeep, D-Man, Dasson, Eldon and James, really. they're unable to match up to Chai's drink-making skills(tho Kensuke's a pretty decent bartender himself) and i dont think they cared much, either. they just wanted to drink, and they were pouring bourbon coke down their throats. Dasson kept tryna get me to drink. i was feeling crappy after stuffing all that food in my system and he was telling me, "maddie, i felt damn sick before this also, but when i drink i feel better. seriously maddie, just drink with us la. you'll feel better." i just gave him the bird, ynoe. and when i felt a lil better, i went to the kitchen, and D-Man was there so we ate ice cream and we were talking and everything. he'd drunk quite abit and he was stuffed from all that food so he didnt feel like drinking anymore. so we were exchanging stories and all and t'was good, he's like my bro and he was trusting me with stuff he wouldnt tell other people. thats cool. i wish D-Man all the best with everything!! *salute* and my father Sundeep piggybacked me twice and we spun around and i seriously felt like barfing on his head, but i didnt la. and James and i mock fought. he's like the resident ah beng, but he's a hilarious fella. play techno and he goes mad ynoe, doing all the 369 bits and everything. so we mock fought in the kitchen, pretended to kick each other and everything. t'was quite funny, he was yelling in hokkien, and i was yelling in chinese that i didnt understand him. and when i was lying on the couch James was disturbing me with an umbrella, jabbing it in my face and all that, and Dasson joined in to disturb me too, til i shouted at em to fuck off. and then Dasson and James did this spontaneous skit, Dasson acted real scared, told James that im a big shot and not to mess with me. and James played along, pretended like he still wanted to fight and that he wasnt scared of me, and Dasson proceeded to put up this whole act of pacifying him and coaxing him into his seat. like Sundeep said, t'was an "oscar performance". Dasson would rather it be an "academy award", tho. harx. and later on(and this is the despicable bit), Sundeep and james teamed up against me to fight me. wah lau. both of em started to hit kinda hard, especially Sundeep. Sundeep never gives chance ynoe, damn low-down man. when i was tackling James, Sundeep would hit me from behind. and when i was hitting Sundeep, James would take his shot. im like, "wadafuck!! damn unfair! two guys versus one girl!" and they're both above 1.8m tall, aight. im like, 1.56m. but never mind. im grabbing James and punching him in the back coz he'd hit me quite hard, and Sundeep was tryna wrestle me, but he couldnt and he admitted it. he seemed quite surprised at himself for not being able to tackle me to the ground when i was dealing with James. cool. but then Sundeep hit me, and i fucking kicked him la. quite fun actually, until it starts gettin too serious and they start really doing some serious kicking and punching. which they didnt, so, yay, good for me. the guy did some sparring later on, tho. James v/s Sundeep. they both got nicks on their hands. and there was a rather exciting match between James and Kensuke. now, Kensuke's in CNB, which is the Central Narcotics Bureau. at least, im quite sure thats what it stands for. and James the ah beng got tackled to the ground real quick, man. go Ken!! he was so damn cool, used his combat skills and all, and very efficiently wrestled and pinned james to the ground. oh yeahh, Ken had brought the menthol ciggies he'd bought in japan and they taste the same as normal ciggies, actually. the brand's Philip Morris. weird. its more of a company name but thats the actual brand of the fags. i only had sips of alcohol, the most alcohol i drank was three mouthfuls of beer. and i only smoked like, 3 ciggies. arent y'all proud of me?? say yer proud of me, dammit! aight. so anyways. a big group trickled out at abt 1am, leaving only Dasson, Sundeep, James, Chai and i behind. and Chai drove the guys to their clubbing spots, Dasson was off to SOS, James and Sundeep to Club 3. and then Chai sent me home. and that was it, i was home at 3am. quite early, actually. i thought that i might be home later. but owell, tis cool. and i wore the anklet that Donovan gave me to Chai's. *harx* anyways. Jon's bday is today and he's throwing a private party at some bar or smth. invitations only, i think. he gave me one. im not sure if im going yet, im not too sure abt the details. but i guess i'll go, its kinda rude to decline the invitation and Jon is a pretty nice guy, after all. and so far im sposed to meet Stace + Hansen on monday, and Ailin + Clifford on tuesday once Ailin gets back from bankok. im unsure abt what im sposed to do on new year's eve, but apparantly im sposed to spend it with Ailin. owell. i dont know. we'll see how things go. go with the flow, they say. or wadever, really. im thirsty. im gonna post this, get a drink of water, icq Donovan, and then go to sleep. its already 6am, man. *yawnn* i need some beauty sleep, y'all. listening to: We Fit Together by O-Town.
spat vitriol @ 5:58 AM
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Friday, December 26, 2003 MERRY belated CHRISTMAS Y'ALL!!!!!!!and a happy new year. and i hope that you got lotsa presents, and that you'll get lotsa ang pows later on. hohoho and hahaha. and a HAPPY BOXING DAY!!!!!! aight. now that i've got that over and done with.. i havent been blogging as much as i used to(4 times a day.. that was insane man) coz i've been kinda occupied with, who else, Donovan la. but its good quality alone time. *smirx* but yea so anyways. update update!!(if i can remember the details.. i've been tryna remember but some bits're missing from my memory banks) on tuesday i went out on tuesday afternoon with Erwin. that boy's good company la.. and i dragged him round getting pressies for Donovan. shant tell you what i bought for him, not coz its anything much private or anything, but simply coz i dont wanna tell. heh heh heh.(i hope this is infuriating you) yeahh and at 7pm Erwin went off to meet his cousins for dinner and then i walked around town for awhile before going home to change and then Donovan picked me up at 10pm. we went to holland village to meet Haugeng, Lionel, Diana and Ho(not ho, its Ho). sat at breko's and we had beer, and then we all went up to Don's to chill. Jolene joined us afterwards. some people drank, some people didnt. then they all left at around 3am and Don and i had some more good quality time together and then he sent me home. oh yeahh. Diana and i kinda quarrelled, or smth, but we kissed and made up. literally. see. i dont know, but we were sitting next to each other on Don's couch and play fighting. but then it started getting serious, and she twisted my fingers backwards and it hurt, and i ended up with tears in my eyes. i was really pissed off with her. and she didnt wanna lookit me or smth, and she put up a cushion like a wall between us, and i shoved the cushion real hard before storming off to the kitchen to seek solace in Donovan's arms. and behind the cushion was her head, so essentially i shoved the cushion which in turn shoved her head. dig? so we got real pissed off at each other, and when i was done being comforted she was outside smoking with Haugeng and she had tears in her eyes too, and i told her i was sorry and she told me she was sorry. and she said that she had a bad day(and i knew that she did, i'd just forgotten) and so i kissed her like, a million times on her cheek to make up for it, and she said it was all okay. then she said that if i kissed Haugeng in front of Don she'll be really okay with me and i was cool with that so when Don came out later i just gave Haugeng a peck on his forehead(this sounds wrong. a 'peck on his forehead'? wot?) and all was forgiven. cool beans. all's well that ends well. or smth. i love her, and she loves me. so anyways, wednesday was christmas eve. now lemme see.. what the hell did i do on christmas eve?.. i know i met Donovan but for the life of me i cant bloody remember what we did. no, seriously. umm.. okayy.. so i'll just try to remember the events in my tiny lil head as i go along.. Donovan picked me up, he gave me a pink rose(which reminds me, i left it at his place. dammit!) and we went to town. we couldnt watch a movie coz everyone was bloody out and everyone wanted to watch a bloody movie as well so we just kinda mooched around. we ate at mos burger, and then we went over to his place coz there really wasnt anything else to do. i think thats what happened. seems to me like smth's missing, but im quite sure thats all of it. yeahh and i stayed over at his place that night. later on(t'was christmas already) i was in the study and i was online and he was getting bored(i think) so i gave him his pressie so that he wouldnt get too bored. then i continued to surf the net while he opened up everything in his room. then he gave me my pressie!! heh. turns out we'd gotten each other three things, and one of the things that we exchanged was a sorta similar itemm he'd given me this silver anklet with two dangly stars on it(he knows i dont wear jewellery so he didnt know what to get me), one of those small just-for-fun books.. on voodoo!!(that came equipped with voodoo dolls and pins. fucking awesome, man) and a black armani jacket(i love it and i shall wear it everyday. cept on really hot days la, ynoe). rawwwkkk onnn Donnnn!! so. yeahh. i'd gotten him one of those small just-for-fun books too, not on voodoo tho, but on ways to accumulate more stress in yer life. i figure, being an army boy just aint stressful enough ynoe? hoho, merry christmas. thats just one of the things i gave him la, aint gonna elaborate on the other two items i got him. and hate/despise/scorn/respect/love me, but i absolutely adore branded stuff. lovelovelove. you cant buy love and you cant buy happiness, but you can buy things that you love and you can get stuff that'll make you happy with moneymoneymoney. gotta say that even tho i dont appreciate health much right now coz im young and vibrant and all that crap a young person's sposed to physically be, its still pretty much one of the most important things. more important that money and nice clothes, ynoe? but since i am young and vibrant and all that crap a young person's sposed to physically be *cough*, i still really like money and clothes, so there. clothes, especially so. but anyways, i think the a/x jacket's so cool, its BLACK, and it doesnt have the usual buttons, its got smth that resembles bra hooks instead where the buttons should be. mebbe thats why he got it. *harx* and the voodoo book's awesome! i dont know if it'll really work but dont anybody offend me now, y'hear?? i got voodoo on my hands and i aint afraid to use it!! you watch out, you! and you! and YOU! im not even kidding. dont worry my friends, i shall not put too harsh a curse on you. and if i do lay a whammy on ya, it aint gonna be a major whammy so y'all dont havta worry, eh. *whammy* wanna find someone to blame for yer voodoo-ish misfortunes? dont blame me, blame Donovan!! evil runs in my blood, i cant help the way i act or behave. really. and once again, to Donovan: thanks again sweetheart for all the stuff!!!! *hugz* so anyways. Donovan and i went to sleep at abt 7am, but i woke up at 9+am. and Don's older bro was in this church play and Don thought t'was at 10pm but actually t'was at 10am in the jolly jolly morning, so he had to drag himself outta bed to go. i accompanied him coz i thought that it'd make the session more.. bearable. no worries, we didnt make out, hold hands or even touch each other in the house of the lord. we just sat there and watched the production. t'was not too bad, actually. his older bro played the role of Satan's underling. good stuff! the play, i mean. *innocent eyes* after that we went to suntec coz town would be too pissing crowded and we went to nydc for lunch. and after that t'was all really slow, we were pretty tired coz of lack of sleep. we went to delifrance and Don had a cuppa while i just kinda slunk into the seat and not moved. not moving conserves energy quite efficiently, i reckon. Lionel joined us, and then we all went to watch School of Rock. Lionel's good company. threesomes are good. School Of Rock's a pretty damn good movie. it rocks. no, seriously. it rawwkkks. it was funny and Jack Black was pretty awesome! "one really great rock show could change the world", man. go catch it, y'all!! after the movie Lionel was off, and then i went over to Don's and we chilled before he finally sent me home at around 12+am. he's right, t'was one of the earliest times i'd gone home. but he was tired and he had an early flight the next day(which is today) so i asked him to send me home la. t'was a sad parting we had. hugs were given, kisses were exchanged, tears were shed. im just kidding abt the last bit, there were only hugs and kisses. we'd be pussies to cry, man. i wont see him for abt two weeks coz once he gets back from korea he'll havta stay in camp for a couple more days and he wont be allowed out. dammit. army treats em like dogs, man. anyways. im bloody addicted to ferrero rocher now. my mom bought a big box of em and i've just eaten five. they're too damn good la. did you realise that Allan Wu's in the advert for it? in the wedding one, where the newly wedded couple get into a car and the bride throws out her bouquet full of ferrero rochers. Allan Wu playes the insignificant bridegroom. he looks good, but really thats all he does, even in telly shows. channel 5, channel 8, no difference, he's still a walkeding wooden plank. at least his present girlfriend Wong Li Lin's pretty and she does a pretty competent job when she acts. she's vivacious and bubbly too, unlike Wu, who has the personality of a brick.*durrhhhh..* ooh!! omg.. have y'all seen the new samsung phone? i've stopped liking nokia mobiles ever since my previous samsung A-800. and i thought no phone would ever be able to match up to it. the samsung SGH-E700A is the latest camera phone and it fucking rocks la. you can take a pic and check it on the external screen before deciding whether to save or delete it. night mode, too. you can do all that stuff to the photos you take that you used to do on neoprints. ynoe, make the picture sketchy looking, give it a sepia tint, , frames, all that stuff. and its got all the other great samsung features too!! and it can hold a 1000 numbers in its phonebook. you've got yer usual 65, 536 colour tft-lcd screen, 40-chord polyphonic screen, 600kb worth of space for java games, wap, mms.. on and on. and its just a tad bigger than my previous A-800!! omg. time to freak out, y'all, coz the phone's just so damn cool. it be rockin my boat, aye.
samsung E700A!! i just wonder if it can hold tons of msgs like the A-800 and whether the E700A will be laggy coz of all these extensive features that its got. but even if it cant hold as many msgs, or if its a lil laggy, its all worth it!! coz even if it lags, it wont lag as badly as nokia phones. seriously. i shall go mad dreaming of this phone. thoughts of it will ravage my mind night and day. i will sweat profusely as the sense of longing evades my system. woodbridge, ready or not, here i come!! this is so cool too. i received a card in the mail and t'was an overseas post from France, i didnt have an idea at all who t'was from. then i opened it up and i relised that the card was from Zhiyang!! he's off in france for his holiday and he'd sent me a postcard in an envelope! on the front of the postcard was a piccie of some monument, the L'Arc de Triomphe. the arc of triumph, does it mean? and on the back he'd written me a note, along with the usual christmas and new year greetings. this is so cool, i swear! he'd sent the note on the 18th this month, so it took abt 8 days for the card to reach me. it'll be great when he gets back, we're gonna go thru the mountains of photos he took with his four bloody lomos heh. so anyways. its 5pm now and im just typing this entry up and then i'll havta go and bathe and then pop over to Chai's coz he's back from cambodia and he'll be having a gathering at 7pm. there're gonna be abt 15 of us, he says. i dont care, the best bit is that he's cooking!! i miss Chai's cooking, he's like my 2nd mother. and Sundeep is me and Dasson's father. so technically, that makes Chai and Sundeep husband and wife. ew. so anyways. he asked me to bring Donovan along too but obviously i cant do that if he's off in bloody korea eating kimchi. shite. im bloody tired. i've only had abt 7hours of sleep. my eyes!!!! they burnnn!!!!!! think i'll just collapse in the noodles and alcohol later at Chai's place. i shall wear the anklet Donovan gave me to Chai's place later. damn im missing him. no one can hardly see the anklet unless you look carefully and see the dangling stars peaking out from underneath the denim, but i'll know its there. and it'll almost seem as tho a part of Don will be there with me. okayy. sorry. mushy. and this is a bloody long entry too, i think. a thousand apologies, once again. listening to: Life Goes On by Love Psychedelico
spat vitriol @ 5:26 PM
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Tuesday, December 23, 2003 okayy so i didnt manage to catch Scary Movie 3 today coz it aint even bloody open yet. sneaks are on wednesday and it actually only properly opens on thursday. so Sara, Diana, Amanda and i just kinda mooched around outside chanel at taka talking and taking pictures with Diana's digicam. i hope my mom gets one soon, if only for novelty's sake.(a rather costly novelty, but if my mom gets it without me saying a word, its not my fault, right?) anyways. seriously. every single time we girls meet up, chanel is somehow always the hotspot. two girls can meet up elsewhere, but whenever the entire group finally gets together, its always outside chanel. we're somehow programmed to meeting up there, just like how homing pigeons always know the way, uh, home. i dont know why we do so.. habit, or mebbe you can call it routine, i spose. plus, should the need or want ever arise, we can always smoke. en passant, i've only smoked a fag per day these past two days and i dont feel compelled to smoke any more than that. woohoo! *waves fist around* so anyways. i met Donovan at 8.30pm and the group of us were just standing beside auntie anne's(ynoe, that pretzel shop that overcharges for pieces of dough shaped like figure 8s) for awhile talking and who should we see but Cecil at the taka fountain. he was with Yolanda, i think. im not too sure. we saw each other but we didnt exchange greetings. anyways, i know his hair's his crowning glory but one of us, Sara? Diana? Amanda? i cant remember, commented that his hair looked like shite. i gotta agree. i think his job's ruining the do. he was looking smug, as usual. i've no idea what he's being smug abt, tho. i mean, seriously, i think its quite a feat to go around all day looking smug. its like, yer face has to be plastered in that position 24/7, doesnt it get tiring? sidenote: i hate smug people. i just feel like smacking em. i mean, stop being smug and start being normal, punk!! dont get me wrong, this aint directed at Cecil, i actually mean all smug people in general. they need a lil smack on the face to put those facial features right and back in their place where they belong. but anyhow. Donovan and i went to Fish&co at park mall to eat. the saint suggested that we go there.. mebbe after he read my note to him sayin that i craved for Fish&co's salmon the day before? but wadever t'was, we ended up there and i ordered good ol reliable fish&chips, him with doryfish(dya speak whale-talk? coooozzzzz aaaaaiiiiii ddooooooooooooo.. hint: finding nemo) and we shared a plate(is that what ya call it?) of mussels between us. then we bought tickets for Sound Of Colours, and to kill time before the movie started we went to swensen's for ice cream. i swear, if i continue eating like this every night im out with Donovan, its gonna destroy my fat stumpy body and i'll explode. i could probably not eat for the next 6months and just live off the fat rations in my body. Don doesnt mind, apparantly.. he says extra weight is good.. or smth.. i dont know.. food's good, fat's bad. so anyhow. Sound Of Colours is this chinese film, and i was hesitant abt watching it coz well, i dont know, it just seems weird watching a chinese flick with Donovan ynoe. he's so.. englishy. but he said that we should watch it, just for the heck of it, so that at the ned of the day we really can say that we've watched everything. so yup, we've watched everything. lotr.. infernal affairs 3.. elf.. love actually.. oh shite. i just realised that we havent caught Brother Bear. and Le Papillion. and Love Me If You Dare. ynoe wot? fuckit. also, i've got this funny rash-like thing on the right side of my left knee. sound complex? it isnt, really. but yeahh anyways.. its not obvious, it just looks like i've got permanent goodbumps. its not red or inflamed or anythin, but the 'goosebumps' get a lil larger when i scratch at em with vigour and enthusiasm. it is fucking annoying, and i wish they'd go away. "please go away please go away please go away and lemme lead a normal life i wish everything was wonderful again.. nah nah nah nah nahhh.. everything was wonderful.." try and fit the words into the song Wonderful by Everclear. anyways. im meeting Erwin tmr at 5pm. i dont know what we'll be doing.. probably chilling out, or smth. he might be doing some more of his christmas shopping, i'll be watching him do some more of his christmas shopping, and i hope that at the end of the day he'll feel bad that he's buying so much stuff and im not that he'll feel completely obligated to gimme smth outta christian love, charity and brotherhood. sisterhood. wadever. ee!! *claps hands* i like Donovan so much!! ee!!(do i sound like Mini-Me?) err. apologies, once again. i know some people cant take the happy rap. i used not to be able to take it, too, but yet now im guilty of it myself. its like me proclaiming today, "raping is evil." and then a month from now i grab a strap-on and rape some 7-year-old boy's sweet lil ass in the lift and then proceed to steal his $1.50 recess pocket money. and i got this off fr057m0urn3's blog. words in [these brackets] are my own comments: The facts of life... Assholes are popular, the more outrageous the better.[sure explains why im so pop-ew-laa!] If you think fate brought us together, well... fate hates you.[this depends on who you are, really.] Hard work is not a requirement in studies.[quite true. you could cheat. or fuck the teacher. wadever rocks yer boat, ynoe.] "There is no short cut in life". This saying is bullshit.[ooh i totally agree with this one. you could cheat. or fuck the teacher. or boss. or janitor. wadever makes you happy!! and will get you to wherever you wanna get to.] If you feel this life is not worth living, undertakers need your business.[very true. if i dont get a good career in the future, hopefully i'll be able to raise some capital and start an undertaking business. i'd rawwwkk the undertaking industry!! yo, it'd be the hip, hop and happening place to be, my homies.] Only jump off a building on rainy days, cleaners have an easier time.[i agree. in fact, dont jump off buildings, dirty yer own home instead of public places. you could take a knife and slowly dissect yerself. if yer ambidextrous, you coculd use one hand to cut yerself open, and the other hand to draw and note down yer observations. "blood flows out of colon rapidly and in large amounts. stomach hurts. i think i might possibly be dying."] Animal abusers deserve to be gang-raped, rapists deserve to be abused.[if they were masochists they might actually enjoy it instead and things wouldnt work out but heyy, who knows til you've tried, eh?] Being a pro at Cs or Diablo or whatever doesn't earn you respect, making money from it does.[okayy this i wouldnt know, i dont play these games. please dont talk to me abt WC3, i barely know anything. WC3 is Jon and Senior's forte, man.] Its better to be honest and poor than dishonest and poor.[yea coz if you were dishonest and poor you just suckked at being dishonest, chum ol buddy.] Morals are subjective, apply when useful.[how i agree agree agree. is there any other way to say that i agree with this statement besides "i agree"?] Do not bitch for or against pre-marital sex, its really none of your business.[this is directed at one or two particular religions and its faithful followers, i believe. directed more at the faithful followers, i think. harx.] Nothing is a "right" in every single place on Earth.[umm.] If you feel you should dictate your will cos only your morals and beliefs are right, shut the fuck up, nobody else cares.[rather! "so daddy dont preach, i just wanna keep my babyyyyyy.." yea i dont care what you think abt pre-marital sex, or how i should only believe in one god/goddess, or how its slutty to wear a top that reveals my pretty stripey bra. i'll do whatever i want, and it aint up to you to dictate what the consequences will be.] **** speaking of which, |adydeath was most kind to add me to her section of links titled 'kick ass reads'. im honoured, i truly am, coz at least her blog has a standard of quality and depth to it. it'd be cool if some uncultured arsewipe linked me up too, but at least i know that |adydeath aint some shallow monkey linking people up just coz it'd look so funky that she read so many other people's blogs. do check out her blog, she puts up content worth reading alotta the time. godd im tired. and i gotta be up at 3pm if i actually expect to meet Erwin later today. i call him my doe-eyed boy. i dont think he actually likes it coz he says i make him sound like a deer but i suspect its also coz its quite a girly nick hence it makes him seem a tad faggoty but arr.. i dont bloody care. i need sleep, and im crazy for Don. *sorry* heyy, 'don' is jappy for 'rice', right?
spat vitriol @ 6:19 AM
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Monday, December 22, 2003 crap. its 1.30pm and im already fucking awake. my eyes are red, i feel cranky, the air-ccon dude's here and his air-con vacuum thang's whooshing in my ears. friggin hell. and i so wont be able to get more sleep later before i meet Sara, Diana and Amanda later. im meeting Donovan afterwards, tho its a couple of hours after i hang out with the girls. fucking shite, im yawning like hell now. tiredtiredtiredtiredtired. i feel bloody fat now after eating all that stuff last night. its actually not alot, its just not what im accustomed to eating. which is usually nothing, ynoe. air-con guy's gone. he was nice, but im really glad he's pissed off so that i can go to sleep. my eyebags are the size of china. or drew carey's ass, whichever's larger in mass and surface area, ynoe. im getting quite sick of christmas carols and how the djs keep testing listeners on the details of that song '12 days of christmas'. coz frankly, i dont give a flying fuck how many damn geese are a-laying, how many maids are a-milking(am i the only one to notice the sexual connotations in this one?) or how many drummer boys are a-drumming(by the way, i always thought that lil drummer boys were quite, quite gay. rum-bum-bum-bummm) or whatever ynoe.. and i wished to god that the damn djs would stop assuming that we gave a shit, too. i need some sleep now. bye. listening to: Santa Baby by Kylie Minogue
spat vitriol @ 2:08 PM
xxx "lalalalala.. the boys're waiting.. my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard. and they're like, its better than yours. damn right, its better than yours. i could teach u, but i'd have to charge." the above is a verse from some song and i like it even tho its a tad spastic.. and once again, i dont know the title or who its by. dammit. i shall ask Sara DJ when i see her later today. i'll also be meeting Diana and amanda, we're gonna be watching Scary Movie 3. and fuckk. i dont check my email for 3 days and i've got 42 fuckin pieces of mail, of which only 5 are actually from people or places i know and worth checking out. fuckin spammers. die, you bastards, die!! yeahh. so anyways. i wanna talk abt me and Donovan. no, not just to tell y'all abt what's happening, but also when i write things out and they fall out in a systematic order im better able to think things thru. not that there's much to think thru, mind you. anyhow, things between us are going great. we talked alot, or rather i asked him alotta questions, and we got quite some stuff sorted out, and its all peachy. he's a really fantastic guy. and i could see myself being with him for a preeetty long time. i guess its just a lil yucky that he's gotta go overseas next year to further his studies. actually im happy for him coz well, its good for him to go overseas and study and all that, but its screwed up for me, if ynoe what i mean. i know, i sound selfish, but you cant blame me, he aint gonna be with me for 2 whole years, man. there're three possible scenarios right now, 1)he goes overseas, we're still together, he comes back, we're still together. together forever, kinda thang. 2)we break up while he's overseas. 3)things fizzle out wayy before he even goes overseas. now, all thats just the evil pessimist within me talking. right now we're gonna make it last as long as we possibly can, try to work things out so that we're gonna make it thru the time when he's overseas, and when he comes back we'll still be happily and blissfully together. essentially, scenario (1) la, ynoe. frankly, i would absolutely love for that to happen. of course, it really is still too early to say. we've only been together 4 days, technically speaking. tho he says that actually we've been going around for longer than that, but yeahh ynoe, officially wise, 4 days la ynoe. and indeed it does feel that we've been together longer than 4 days. four days.. it sounds silly! we've officially been together 96 hours. i shouldnt keep harping on that, tho. its quite unimportant, and focussing on how long we've been together just prevents me from fully cherishing the time we spend as a couple. *cringe* that sounded so cliched!! but.. i must.. persevere.. anyhow. i love spending time with him. we enjoy each other's company, we're comfortable in each other's company, and we're frank and honest with each other(i hope). now that we're together he's so much more open abt stuff, and i really do appreciate that from him. i've also got this gut feeling that it'll fizzle out tho, but i try to ignore it, mainly coz it doesnt feel good knowing it. also, like Don says, fortunes and the such are most times self-fulfilling prophecies. im gonna havta keep that in mind. coz really, there's absolutely no reason right now to say that this relationship wont last. everything's going smoothly, we talk, we laugh, its all great. and i really love his company. so its truly only a feeling when it comes to thinking that it'll all fizzle out within a couple of months, there's no ground on which to base that feeling on. i bloody hope im right, and i try not to think abt it. i dont exactly feel good thinking abt it, ynoe. i hope the feeling goes away soon. or that i forget that it ever existed. ynoe, what with my sub-standard memory and all, anythin's possible. but whatever it is, i reckon the best thing to do is to just put in my all and well, not think so much. coz i think i do, sometimes.(haha! i think i think too much!! hahaha!!) which musnt be too healthy for any relationship. unless its a therapist-patient relationship, and then the therapist has to think alot, thats what he's bloody being paid to do. but anyways. this'll be the first and last time i talk abt my gut feeling and that our relationship will come to naught, simply coz it really isnt worth bringing up and mentioning over and over again. and tho i sound like such an over-paranoid bitch who thinks too much for her own good, when im with him i automatically feel all better and comforted, somehow. very strange, but at times i actually feel quite content. just not thinking abt anything but enjoying my time with him talking or whatever.. feels quite soothing. im making Donovan sound like a cup of warm milo. or mebbe warm milk instead.. warm milk has a mild tranquilizing effect, ynoe. i hope to god we last. i really do. dont let this entry fool you, im actually alot happier(and i sound like it) when im with him. this entry's just voicing out the melancholic side of me. doesnt help much that im having my period, im really really tired and im sleep-deprived, does it? negative thoughts, i banish you from sight!!(and like they say ynoe, outta sight, outta mind, so there. problem solved.) i wanna hug him to death man. *grinz* i gotta get meself some new phrases. i love every single one of you guys out there! you, you and especially you, sweetheart. two days to christmas eve, and three days to christmas!! it'll soon be time to unwrap all our presents!! *rub hands in glee* okayy. *snap fingers* lovey-dovey maddie is outta here. i need some sleep, air-con dude's gonna be here in 4 and a 1/2 bloody hours. listening to: Out Of Time by Blur.
spat vitriol @ 7:18 AM
xxx well. after a three-day hiatus im back. ta.. daa. tho, three days isnt really considered a hiatus, is it? and if this entry is too long you can blame Diana, she told me to make this entry a looong one.(tho once i told her that i wont be talking abt Donovan, she said "cheyy". well. look to the next entry, then!) so what've i been doing friday, saturday and sunday? i've been out with Donovan, thats what. the boy cant stand being away from me for a single second. *smirx* but no seriously. lemme just put it all down in a really uninteresting, factual manner for my own benefit so that i'll know 20years from now if blogger's still a free service what i did these past three days. i met Donovan on friday, and there was no movie to watch and nothing to do, so we went to his place to chill. *cough* yeahh, chill. t'was *ahemm* fun. and on saturday i went for this inter-jc goodlooking-people competition thang organised by uberture at centro. Erwin had a free ticket and the boy was a lil saint and he asked me to go. so i went. i bumped into Edna, Rosie, Tania, Janice, Liz, Jackie, Huiying there.. all scgs girls. saw Dasson and Lester and other people.. cant remember now. i bumped into two of my exes there too. Cecil and Yuji. i first bumped into Cecil at the bag counter. he was working behind the counter itself. coz as y'all know, he works at centro now. and i was once again quite startled to see him there. first thought that ran thru my head was, "is he gonna steal my money?" then i thought, "nahh its okay. i dont have alotta cash with me anyways. and besides, if he really does take my money, i can complain to the management and get him fired." so, back to my story. Erwin was standing beside me, and the first thing Cecil said to me was, "new boyfriend ah?" and im like, "no la, he's just a friend." and im thinking to myself, "why the HELL do i havta explain things to this guy?? i just wanna put my bag in the locker and go get my free drink godammit." but no, t'was not to be an easy feat gettin my free drink. i had to get past Cecil, put my bag down, before i could get my drink. Cecil didnt let up, tho. he asked me again if Erwin was my boyfriend and like, dude, i already said that Erwin wasnt my boyfriend once, how many more times dya wanna ask me that infernal question and how thick can you get, ynoe? and i replied *again*, "no la! my boyfriend's picking me up later. i just wanna put my bag down man." and Cecil said, "no." and i was indignant and i asked him, "waddya mean no??" and he said, "dont you see?" and he pointed to this lil note on the counter, and he continued, "the management has the right to refuse to.." and i butted in and said, "dont be an asshole and just lemme put my bag down." then he didnt say anything, just slapped down the number tag for my bag on the counter. finally. and upstairs i was with Erwin and drinking. he has got huge doe eyes and goddamn long eyelashes man. hell i want eyelashes like that! they're so long you could see em a bloody mile away.. bloody.. so anyways i had a vodka lime with my free coupon, a screwdriver, and two vodka ribenas. i got a tad high and i actually tipped over the cup of vodka ribena, but the very, very, very kind bartender called Jimmy cleaned up the mess, made me another vodka ribena without asking and told me, "if you spill again i wont give you another one ynoe." i thanked him profusely, of course. i asked Jimmy for his name, thats how i know his name in the first place. nice guy. amiable fellow. i asked him why there werent any female bartenders, and he said there were, just that the females are the supervisors and the give commands, whereas the guys just take the orders and make the drinks. like subservient servants, you realise. then the goodlooking-jc-people competition thing started, and even tho i was high i heard my ex Yuji's name mentioned. prior to that i pretty much didnt give a damn abt the people, they werent that great with a few exceptions. but when i heard Yuji's name i just screamed, "thats my ex boyfriend!!" and then i cheered like mad for him. reflex, ynoe. coz even tho i completely dont fancy him anymore, its still nice to know that he got nominated and all. we're still friends after all. besides, the chap really aint too bad looking. his girlfriend was in it too, but i didnt know so i hadnt taken notice of her. so i asked Jimmy(before i heard Yuji's name being called), "how dya take all this shit?" and he said, "what dya mean?" and i said, "ynoe. all this crap." and i pointed to the ongoing competition. then i said, "all these ugly people parading up and down ynoe.. how dya take it?" and Jimmy said, "actually i think its quite entertaining. its quite funny to watch these people being clumsy and falling all over the place." and i thought that was really funny so i laughed alot. Jimmy's cool la. anyhow. i really didnt wanna sit thru the entire thing so i got Don to pick me up quite early, at like 10.30pm(i went in at abt 9.30pm) coz i just wanted to get high and then leave. i was sposed to meet him after i was done at centro, anyways. i just wanted to get my drinking over and done with so that i could meet Don asap. what, didjew actually expect me to sit thru the entire competition to see how won when 1)im not even in jc and i dont give half a rat's ass abt who wins and 2)to go thru all that agony watching people that arent exactly great-looking go to the semi-finals and everything? and also 3)to try and jump above everybody's heads to catch a glimpse of the contestants when i cant see jackshit coz im so damn midget-short?(also, one muct consider if there is anything worth seeing in the first place) i dont think so, babe. but i talked to Yuji the next day and he didnt win, which is kinda too bad. he really aint too bad-looking, among all the guys, i think. so anyways. Donovan picked me up at 10.30pm after i was done filling my body up with alcohol, and he'd stopped by the side of the road at the top of the stairs outside centro. it wasnt too bad, i could make it up the stairs all by myself. he'd stopped the car by the curb, then he got outta the car wearing his slack clothes and his cap and his speccies, carrying an umbrella to shelter me to the car and in my rather inebriated state i thought he looked so damn adorable and that t'was all so romantic. *spins around* aww! okayy. i feel like hugging him to death right here and now. my favourite phrase at the mo when im with him is, "i wanna hug you to death!" anyways. so yea and then we went to his place and i took at hour to finish instant bowl noodles. i think everything was moving in slowwwwmoooo. and i kept giggling alot. ALOT. when i was still at centro and i was with edna for awhile she just kept laughing whenever i giggled and she said that while under normal circumstances im weird, i was even weirder when i was high. i'll take her word for it. and then on sunday, which was technically yesterday, Don and i met up and we went to suntec coz he was bored of town. which is a pretty valid reason to go to suntec. and we went to carrefour coz i wanted to and we got a trolley with my one dollar and we went around but then t'was too crowded and wadever so we put back the trolley, and got back my dollar. i actually wanted to get a slim jim *beef jerky rawwkks!! be-ef jer-ky be-ef jer-ky be-eeeef jer-kyyyyy!* but the motherfuckin long queues werent worth it man. so we went to sakae sushi to eat. i wont bore you with details(ynoe, like how we ate soft shell crabs, and salmon, and temakis, and chawanmushis, and how the menu on the com wouldnt work coz t'was screwy, even after the waiter restarted the damn com), and then we went to nydc to eat some more coz Don wanted to go on a "food-fest". aye, he's a lightweight man. he was saying so much at sakae sushit, saying that we should go to tony roma's for big ribs, and then onwards to nydc for dessert. but once we got to nydc(we skipped tony roma's) and i wanted to order pizza, i had to cancel the order coz Don couldnt take it, he didnt wanna eat any. so he got a latte and i ate a mudpie, instead. featherweight!! but he's a lovable, huggable featherweight, no? to give him a lil credit tho, i gotta admit that i was extremely bloody full after all that food. i felt like i was gonna put a million pounds. not anymore, tho. im eating bread with cheese now, this is my second slice. and after stuffing our faces we went to watch Infernal Affairs 3. call me a dud, but i wasnt too sure exactly what was going on. Don was pretty clueless, too. but then we went to east coast after that to chill out for only awhile coz he's got work real early today. did i say 'work'? i meant 'stuff'. careless lil me. 'work' is an evil, evil word *apparantly*. ooh!! and Ailin called me when we were at nydc!! omg.. i was so goddamn happy to hear from her!!! we havent contacted each other in bloody ages, and she says that she's not sure when she's coming back. mebbe on the 30th. and she said that if she gets back on the 30th we have to spend new year's together. at first she thought that i'd want to spend with with Don(which i would) but when i told her that he'd be off in korea she got all excited and and she asked and made me promise her that i'd spend new year's with her, and i was like, "of course dude!!" i mean, she didnt even havta ask, ynoe. woww. i really miss her so damn much. godd. there's thing i told her before, that wheveer she flies off or flies back and i meet her, i'll always bury my head in her bosom coz 1)its to drive the point home that i've missed her lots 2)she's got an ample bosom, so whyever not? 3)lesbian tendencies feel so good.. so sorry, Donovan, darling. *kiss* but yeahh anyways. that was basically it. most of the three-day hiatus explained and right in front of yer very eyes. ohh, the marvels of technology! the internet!! gee diggidy whiz. and i just read the blog thats leading for the best singapore blog at the asian blog awards. and i think that ynoe wot? even if i was nominated i could never ever win. my content just simply isnt crass and base enough. what a goddamn pity. i cuss, but it just aint enough, ynoe. i gotta have more grammatical mistakes in my content coz i dont bother to check for errors as im so confident that my readers will understand my content and arrogant enough to settle for less than what i could produce. i would also have to be extremely self-absorbed, to constantly talk abt myself in such a manner that it would seem that everything revolved around my puny lil head. i would also have to use language and produce content that would appeal to the masses, and while i wont say what the criteria is, lets just say that what i've got here aint it. im just.. terribly.. sad. quite grief-stricken, actually. i wont win the best singapore blog award, even if i was nominated!! how damn tragic is that, eh? eh?? i sicken myself sometimes. haha! i just thought of smth when i said that. if i was really bullimic, i wouldnt havta stuff a finger down my throat to assist myself in vomitting!! i's just havta to, think, or smth, and then i'd sicken myself, and then i'd throw up!! ha! ha! fuckk. im so bloody unfunny its not funny. i should just stop, shouldnt i? and i wont be able to get a good rest later coz the air-con dude's coming to do maintenance work on the air-cons *d'oh* and he'll be coming from 12pm to 2pm. so my mom's all like, 'you gotta be up at 12.30pm!" godammit man. if the air-con guy doesnt come i'll kick his face the next time he comes for making me wake up at an earlier stipulated time than i gotta, man. listening to: Fallin' by Alicia Keys. i absolutely love this song. forever and ever. love the piano bits, love her voice.. its all so rich. mm.
spat vitriol @ 5:01 AM
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Friday, December 19, 2003 bloody hell. its like, 8am and im up. actually i was already up at 6.45am. and i slept at three. godarnnit!! looks like i can only properly sleep in the afternoon man. i gotta get up at eight to do some stuff anyways, so mebbe after that i'll go dye me hair.. or smth.. i really gotta get the roots done. *shudder* i always thought t'was so unglam whenever girls walked around with half their hair dyed and half their hair their original hair colour.. and now im one of em! horror!! its like mocking lians for having bright blonde hair but later on dying yer hair a really bright colour and thinking its so funky; laughing at ang moh jocks but once you join the school rugby team alluva sudden yer vocabulary consists of only the word "duh"; dissing people for listening to jappy music but you secret like that Ayumi song you hear at yoshinoya all the time. so there. gotta get the roots done, man. hopefully my mom'll sponsor me.. again. harx! damn im evil. ooh. Edna put up smth quite cool on the sidebar of her blog.. dont know if she thought it up but i thought t'was quite.. apt. for most us girls out there anyways. hopefully not applicable to me now?(not a personal attack or smth, you understand) but its still kinda funky la. she said this: "Someday my prince will come He just took the wrong turn Got lost And is too stubborn to ask for directions." isnt it.. okayy i wanted to say sweet but aight mebbe not.. howabt.. bittersweet?? and somewhere on her blog entry as well: "On the other hand.. You have your other hand." ooh. there's this best asian blog contest going on and this girl Xiaxue's taking the lead right now. she gets abt.. a 1000 damn hits a day. wahahell. a 1000 fuckin hits! but anyways. Edna's thinking of nominating moi. *bats eyelashes* aww Edna!! thats so sweet!! but really, i think its quite an honour that she's even thinking of nominating me for it, seriously. thank you Edna. *curtseys* no seriously. kinda sad but what's the point of having an alright blog but yer life is just screwed up, ynoe? its like, "hooha!! i won the award for best blog in asia!! hooha!!!" and someone says, "you dont have a job, you cant pay yer electricity bill and soon you wont even be able to blog. loser." omg. fuck. thats fuckin sad. and funny too. another bittersweet moment, perhaps? now now. we cant be having too many bittersweet moments can we? coz bittersweet moments are mainly reserved for the movies. and corny telly shows. and then you got then actor lookin all pensive with the violin music that actually consists of only a few notes being played but stretched out reeaaaalllly long so that you get that real 'bittersweet moment' feeling, ynoe. far out. ynoe. i really dont feel the urgency to celebrate new year's eve this year. i mean, there're gonna be another 50 more new year's eves at least for me to celebrate in the future man. i mean, when you think abt it, thats quite an overload of new year's eves. every year, its gonna be like.. doofus: "heyy!! watcha gonna be doin this new year's eve??" goondu: "durrh.. i donch know man.. think i go sentosa lor.. everyone also going.." doofus: "wow!! that sound like fun man!! we'll all go together yea?" goondu: "okay lor.. we go and then we buy and drink really expensive watered down alcohol and then we can fuck a chick on the beach. hur hurr.. and that rhymes.." doofus: er. yea. sure, mate. rhymes. so anyways!! yeahhh!! * does pelvic thrusting motion* fuckin the chicks on the beach, man!! thats like, so totally cool! you rawwkk!" goondu: huh.. rawk what rawk la.. you mean rock.. yar my brain quite like a rock hor.. hur hurr.. durrhhh.." doofus: "..." so yeahh. i believe that for the rest of my miserable existence i'll be living here in singapore, and every new year's eve it'll always be considered hip, hop and happening to be clubbing at sentosa. unless 1)we build another island, 2)i realise that its actually really uncool to be clubbing with teens once i hit 30 or 3)i feel over dead at one of these sentosa n.y.e parties when im 60. damn. Robbie Williams: i believe in christmastime
spat vitriol @ 8:49 AM
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Thursday, December 18, 2003 the marble sounds at ungodly hours have started again. there're also footsteps, heavy footsteps, as well. rarrgghh. i even had a dream abt the marble sounds just now. i dreamt that i was so freaked out by the noises i called Donovan to tell him abt it, but at the end of the dream im in some hotel room with my girlfriends and enjoying myself, having forgotten all abt the marble sounds. see, even in my dreams, im forgetful. and i just got an christmas card from Tania! woww. im quite surprised, actually. she even reads my blog! we were from the same primary school, and then we ended up at scgs too.. but we werent close, tho we were friends and not mere acquaintances. what a warm-hearted girl.. i never expected her to send me a card. and Tania babe, if yer reading this, thanks so so very very much!! *hugz* i really appreciate the thought, and a jolly christmas to you, too!! i realise that this has been a rather pointless entry. owell. im off to gorge myself on noodles now so that i can feel fat later on and bitch abt it. godDAMN.
spat vitriol @ 9:40 PM
xxx well. quite alotta good stuff happened yesterday, as well as one pretty damn bad thing, but i dont feel too compelled to talk abt that one bad thang right now. mebbe alot alot alot later i will. so anyways. my mom finally bought me my 593 levi's *jeansjeansjeans!* and three undie sets. they're cute. i like cute underwear. so anyways. i had to write a list, i couldnt remember what i bought.. so i bought a cap, 2 pairs of retro earrings, a lime green mango top(that i kinda regret getting now coz it says "MANGO addict!!" and i'd feel like a spaz wearing it. still, i like the colour, so fuck the world) and three thongs. they're pretty thongs!! i like underwear. i like pretty patterns on bras, and cute lil thongs. how spankingly adorable. Amanda yer right. underwear is good. well, most times, anyways. times like when you dont know what to do yer money and racks and racks of undies are in yer face. oh yeahh. and i probably shouldnt be announcing this, but just in case i forget(as y'all know my memory works in peculiar ways), Donovan and i are together now. SURPRISE!! its somehow easier to type it out then to actually say it out loud. i cant imagine myself telling my friends face-to-face, "HEYY you guys!! guess what?? Donovan and i are like, attached, and like, stuff?? like, isnt it dandy?? dont we look cute together?? omg omg omg im so happy im so HAPPY!!!" i mean, trust me i am. really! but i just cant imagine myself actually saying it out loud.. using my vocal chords.. to my friends.. its just weird and awkward.(and that rhymed) so. *grinz* i could probably grin all day if i didnt have that piece of bad news on my mind. it doesnt concern any people, so gossips should just like, not even bother considering asking me. but its still not smth i'd like people to know so.. yeahh.. mebbe i'll talk abt it later. alot later. eventually later. and now you must be thinking, "wadafuck man. why the fuck is maddie telling us that she cant tell us smth? is this an attempt to make us even more curious than our already kaypoh natures allow us to abt this mysterious.. smth?? wah lau. dont have anything to say then dont say la.. knn.. bloody assholic bitch." well. you must be thinking smth along those lines, anyways. and i just wanna remind myself later on that today's the day i got screwed in the arse real bad, and if i manage to pick myself up again i'll let ynoe. and if things dont turn out.. dedsirably, shall we say?.. then i'll never ever mention it again, tho you might find out eventually over time thru lil hints and clues. ooh!! tantalising, ainnit?! driving you fuckin mad and up the wall, arent i?? yeahh. im cool like that. ynoe ynoe. and i caught LOTR: Return Of The King yesterday. it really wasnt that spectacular an ending, but i guess it'd do. sit up and take note tho, there're tons and tons of gay connotations in the movie, especially if you look out for em. there were already quite a few in the first two, especially among the hobbits. *cough* so yeahh. well, i had a headache and i fet nauseous after the movie, if thats anything. as in, genuinely so. i dont know why either. evil Golem vibes!! so really, im not in the bestest of moods. in fact, im in quite the worstest(wrong word used to further exaggerate my point so dont argue with me later on and say, "maddie! you used the wrong spelling la dey!" coz i'll whoop yer ass so hard you'll fly to timbucktoo la) of moods, and i dont feel much like talking to anybody, much much less seeing or meeting anyone. thats why i didnt go over to Dior's for lunch even tho she was cooking and she was making brownies.. tho i did consider going over coz she always has fags and i needed one rather badly.. but i didnt, in the end. i talked to Eugene on the phone too, and he gave me some suggestions abt what i could do, so hopefully it wont turn out too bad. and now im here typing up all this shit that i probably wouldnt give half a rat's ass abt in 5years time anyways. but as they say, live for the moment, yea? *psssh* im gloomy. im down. im depressed. im bored. im tired. im sleepy. and i dont know why im blogging. so i'll be seein y'all around. stay tuned for more manic depressive thoughts. whee. *waves flag around* i do have a lil funny story abt smth that happened to me(no, not what i didnt wanna talk abt just now), tho i dont know if i'll be able to execute it in normal, funnywoman manner right now. i'll sure try. here goes: this happened a few days back. i'd washed my hair, and i went into my room with just a towel around me to my room as usual, but i forgot to lock the door. what i normally do is that i just do my hairdrying and everything butt naked til i gotta put on my clothes, coz i dont want my hair products to get on my clothes, especially if im going out afterwards. wad didjew think, i like prancing around naked?(actually, i do enjoy doin my thang in my birthday suit, but thats another story for another day) and so there i was, facing away from the mirror with my towel hanging around my neck coz i was checking out the fat on the back of my thighs in the mirror, and just at that mo my mom decides to burst in. i see the door swing open, and its like im seeing it all in slowmo, and before my mom starts to pop her head in, i yell, "get out!! dont come in!! im naked!" and she says, "whats there that i havent seen before?"(meaning seeing me naked as a kid, dont you be gettin any wonky thoughts now. keep yer fetishes to yerself, pal) and im like, "go away la!! im changing la! ..fuck." and then she's just standing there behind the damn door as its ajar, i can tell coz i can see the reflection of her feet in on the tiles underneath the doorcrack. and im like thinking, "wadahell is she standing there for? wadafuck's she waiting for man??" and i just get os embarrassed i start spewing expletives, but beneath my breath of course coz she's still standing there and if she hears me she'll think im swearing at her. so i just look so stupid, still facing the door, one hand covering my pubes and the other hand clutching at my towel thats still around my neck tryna cover my boobs(and that rhymes), and im muttering under my breath, "fucking shite. bloody fucking idiot. just fucking go away la wah lau goddammit la fucking shit.. etc" like a madman. eventually my mom speaks up again in wavering tones but with a louder volume and higher pitch, "are you doing smth ILLEGAL?!" and i yell back, "blowdrying my hair naked and not wanting you to see me is illegal now isit??" and then finally she backs off. later, after she's gone, and im still naked and doing my hair, i wonder.. what the HELL did she mean asking me if im doin smth illegal?? WHAT can i be doing in my room that'd be illegal? so i thought mebbe she thought i was taking drugs or smth, but i didnt think thats what she meant. so after im done with my hair and i've dressed up and all i go to her room and ask her, "what did you mean when you asked me if i was gdoing smth illegal in my room? what illegal thing can i be doing in my ROOM?" and she says, "you're not trying to hide a tattoo from me or anything are you?" i was like, "wadafuck?? no!" and then i couldnt help it, i just burst out laughing in her face. i was still laughing when i ledt her room. i mean, t'was genuine merriment there man. a tattoo!! a bloody tattoo!! i dont even have moolah for jeans and she thinks i've got a tattoo?? omg. seriously. i didnt know what to say, i was stumped for words man. so all i did was laugh, mainly coz the very idea was just so damn incredulous and incredible. godd. and seriously, that woman has gotta learn how to knock the door, man. listening to: Maddie by Chanmin. the song's on my winamp. this was like 3years ago.. Chanmin wished me happy bday, played the rock versh of Happy Birthday on his electric guitar, and then sent the file to me. so far its still one of the coolest bday 'gifts' i've received coz seriously, without fail, it just makes me smile whenever i hear it. and it literally rocks, too. kinda too bad we've lost touch, he was a cool friend. he had this huge dog called Max who liked running out and getting hit by cars. no seriously. his dog liked being hit by vehicles and been injured before. but he'd just run right out onto the road and wham! into the car or wadever. i've seen it happen. Max is a cute dog. cute as in, ugly but adorable? yeahh. i hope he's still alive.
spat vitriol @ 12:45 PM
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Tuesday, December 16, 2003 im elated! well, as much elation as i can muster up, anyways. elation is not a natural emotion for me, you understand. Kylie Minogue just sang my favourite christmas song on the radio.. Santa Baby!! i seriously loved that song the first time i heard it, but now its even better!! coz i really do like Kylie, and now thanks to her, i managed to hear every single damn word! unlike with other renditions, tho pleasant enough, i couldnt properly catch all the lyrics. Kylie rocks!! i love her songs, her body, her face, and her arse! in that order. and i love Santa Baby!! the song, that is. santa's cool, too. here're the lyrics, so everyone can join in the fun and sing along!! okayy i realise i've been sounding like quite the ditz with all my exclamation marks and everything. im starting to feel like an archie comic or.. i shant mention the fellow blogger's name. Amanda sweetheart, ynoe who ynoe-who is. "and i love HER! i couldnt wait to see HER today! i could never live a day without HER! now that im with HER, i know the meaning of true love!! i thank god for every day that i've known HER and everyday that i spend with HER!" *vomit* i could go on forever with this sick lil parody(which isnt really a parady at all, its quite close to home) but it'd be harmful to my health, intelligence and mental stability. so anyways. here're the damn lyrics. finally: Santa Baby written by J. Javits and P. Springer originally sung by Ertha Kitt Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree, for me I've been an awful good girl Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight Santa baby, an out-of-space convertible too, light blue I'll wait up for you dear Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight Think of all the fun I've missed Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed Next year I could be oh so good If you'd check off my Christmas list Boo doo bee doo Santa honey, I wanna yacht and really that's Not a lot I've been an angel all year Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight Santa cutie, there's one thing I really do need, the deed To a platinum mine Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight Santa baby, I'm filling my stocking with a duplex, and checks Sign your 'X' on the line Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight Come and trim my Christmas tree With some decorations bought at Tiffany's I really do believe in you Let's see if you believe in me Boo doo bee doo Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing, a ring I don't mean a phone Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight Hurry down the chimney tonight Hurry down the chimney tonight **** sing it! whee!! and i dont care if i sound like an airhead, im qualified to sound like one occasionally, everyone is! i gotta say that no one's qualified to be a 24/7 airhead tho, like some people i know who go on a bimbo-himbo rampage all the time, intentionally or otherwise. Amanda, once again, refer to ynoe-who. there're others out there too.. lurking in the bright happy sunshine.. skipping rope and playing with rabbits.. smelling flowers and running on rolling hills of great green pasture. you gotta love em or hate em. shoot the bastards, i say. listening to: Slow by Kylie Minogue. its playing on the radio now! whee! be an airhead today!! its mental retardation at its best! woohooo!! *runs around wildly*
spat vitriol @ 11:46 AM
xxx Zinedine Zidane won the of 2003 FIFA Player of the Year Award!! congratulations to the man! he won the award previously in 1998 and 2000. and even tho i gotta admit that im not that avid a soccer fan, i've watched him play quite a few games and he's an artist when it comes to handling the ball. music for the feet, really. Thierry Henry was 2nd, Ronaldo was 3rd, Ruud Van Nistelrooy was 6th and ol David Beckham was 7th.
check out this piccie from the Euro 2000- france versus portugal match. i think its really quite a gorgeous shot.
isnt Zizou just adorable?? pity abt the bald spot tho. and i beseech you, please please please do not mistake him for Louis Figo. you got good news, and then you got bad news. Keiko(if thats how you spell it), the whale who played Free Willy, passed away on friday afternoon of pneumonia. very sad. the buried him on saturday but kept it hush-hush as they didnt want to attract any media attention. anyways. there were pictures of the spider hole Hussein was hiding in in yesterday's new paper and tho i cant provide pictures(mainly coz im too lazy to search for em online), all i gotta say is that the hideyhole he was hiding in is an absolute shithole. and while he said that he'd never let himself get caught without putting up a fight, even tho he had 2 AK-47s and a pistol when he was found, he surrendered meekly instead. shame shame, Saddam hussein. ooh! i love it when things rhyme! even if they only sorta rhyme.. which makes you wonder: if he didnt put up a fight even tho he's sposedly such a strong character, then mebbe it really isnt Hussein after all? dont laugh, anything's possible, especially when you've got shitloads of money. coz as we all know, money makes the world go round, dunnit? and there's a local performance that starts tmr called Chestnuts Unloaded: The Curse Of The Black Pearl Bubble Tea and they actually managed to get the dude who stars as The Architect in the matrix to be in a lil video show thats gonna be featured in the act. isnt that amazing? they managed to get him to be in the video coz The Architect dude actually teaches in a huge drama school in australia, and one of the actors or producers of the show, think his name's Jonathan Lim, is his student. and when he told the big guy abt the performance The Architect fella was like, "hmm, thats very interesting, yes, very interesting indeed.." in his deep voice and all that, and so they got him to be in their lil video show. so awesome. that is one guy's voice you can fall asleep to ynoe.. the kinda voice they should use in those sleep-learning tapes. ynoe, you sleep, but the tape keeps playing while yer sleeping and the info on the tape is apparantly absorbed by the brain as you sleep. another debatable issue, but wadahell, wadever rocks their boats yea. anyways. i woke up at 5am coz i'd had a dream that wasnt exactly pleasant but i wasnt scared so i cant class it as a nightmare(tho i had woken up sweating and t'was somehow uncomfortably warm under the covers), and i was analysing what the dream might possibly mean before i forgot the details. and i was thinking, what if our minds knew that we would analyse our dreams in a particular way without the aid of external sources(like dream analysis books, internet and the such) and so planned and executed our dreams as we see it? err.. i hope you got that. what im tryna say is that its like a two-step process for our unconscious. 1st step)coz its our mind, it knows how we think. after all, its both the conscious and subconscious working hand in hand that decides our thinking processes. 2nd step)once thats settled, the subconscious then churns out the dreams that're specially moulded to cater to the way we think and analyse information. so when we dream, whether we analyse em while dreaming itself or once we're awake, it doesnt matter, coz our brains know that the way we interpret the dreams would be the way that it wants us to. its an expected thing. maybe our mind even plans whether we should forget our dreams upon awakening or not. perhaps our minds play a larger role than at first thought or expected to. there're times, tho, when our mind might just be replaying events of the day and the such, but what abt the other times when it actually plays out a dream so that we would interpret it the way we would once awake? however, i believe that our minds can only do so much, and should we seek to search for more information on dream analysis from foreign sources, it wont help much coz our minds cant plan what the books or internet or wadever's gonna publish, can it? hence we gotta study and dissect our dreams on our own, perhaps possibly seeking help from friends and from the people who were involved in em, or finding out more on the objects that were in our dreams and findout what they represent to us. coz after all, a teacup could represent yer love for pretty lil things, whereas for me it could represent my fear for breakable fragile objects. and anyhow, it doesnt really matter much actually, i spose. everything's eventual. and besides, the roles our dreams play in our lives is a much debatable subject, and tho i dont exactly live by my dreams, i do think that if im somehow able to decode em i've got nothing to lose and possibly even gain from the information they've provided. one man's meat is another man's poison, and i spose the function of dreams might depend on yer perspective of em in the first place. coz if you were the sort to think that dreams're just useless, mindless things, then yer mind wouldnt see the point of going thru all that work, just to have you diss and disregard it in the end, would it? however, then yer subconscious might just seek other ways of conveying the information to you. *sinister laugh* well. all this might be too much for you to ingest *ohh how arrogant i sound* so i'll just be taking my leave now, eh. this has been such an 'informative' entry i cant stand it. listening to: Be With You by Atomic Kitten. this is the only Atomic Kitten song i can tolerate and actually find quite funky, i think it might be the violins and retro beat of this song that makes it quite likeable.(i love violins in a pop song!! it just sounds too damn good when its pulled off well.) all their other songs're too damn radio-friendly and overly radio-crafted for the masses, rendering it too soulless for my liking.
spat vitriol @ 9:52 AM
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Monday, December 15, 2003 as a sidenote, i thought i'd just like to add that hotdog buns never ever lie. and if you ever, ever get a deceptive hotdog bun, then you should let the arsonist within you out and burn the damn bakery down, coz they can even cheat you on a hotdog bun. the bastards!! and im watching Survivor now, its bloody brilliant. three whole hours of it, i reckon i'll be talking abt Survivor in my sleep tonight.
spat vitriol @ 11:13 PM
xxx i hate lying buns. lemme tell you what lying buns are. lying buns are buns that lie; that are not what they at first appear to be; that are deceptive and hide the truth from the real bun-eaters and bun connoisseurs like moi. lying buns annoy me coz when i eat a bacon&cheese bun, i expect the bacon&cheese to be everywhere. inside, and outside of the bun. what im eating right here and now is a lying bun. it is cleverly disguised to look like it is full of bacon&cheese, inside and outside, but actually once you hit the inside, its all plain normal bread. same with cheese buns. y'all know how much i love cheese. cheesecheesecheesecheesecheese. but there're too many evil, scheming, deceptive cheese buns out there that arent truly filled with cheese. so when i actually meet a cheese bun that has cheese inside it, i call it.. love. i cradle it tenderly in my bosom(or whatever there is of it) and then i take delicate bites, and then chomp it all down with relish when i hit the cheese core. but too often, tooooo often, are there buns with only cheese on the top, and some cheating bakeries even sprinkle sugar on the top to cover up the lack of taste of the cheese, and no cheese inside. you cannot imagine how disappointed i feel when i meet no cheese core inside a cheese bun. its like meeting a really great guy, and when you talk to him later, has the iq of a fuckin gnat. bzz bzz bzz, thats all the imbeciles say. if i wanted to eat plain white bread, i would buy a whole goddamn loaf for myself for $1.40, godammit!!! assholic bastards!! bloody sonofabitches. so anyhow. i just wanted to make my point known that i hate lying buns. of course, you could interpret it another way and say that i was being symbolic with this entire entry abt lying buns, and that all this was actually a representation of people, and that i was referring to lying people as lying buns, and how much i despise lying people, and so on and so forth. well, thats true too. i do despise lying people, especially when they lie to me in my face or behind my back. white lies are perhaps quite alright sometimes. big, huge, major lies are not okay. in fact, if i get really pissed off, i might shoot you if you lied to me. but then again, i dont have a gun. mebbe knife you, instead? just kiddin, dudes. but anyhow, whatever it is, this wasnt a symbolic entry. i really do hate lying buns. really. no symbolism or hidden meanings or anything of the sort. i hate lying buns. all lying buns.. suckk!! *splutter* that is all.
spat vitriol @ 10:34 PM
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one more piccie of the ex-fuhrer's funky do. now who wouldnt just die for a beard like that?? hell i want a beard like that. and my next sentence is just an astute observation(could it be anything else but astute?) of mine, not meant to direct an attack on Hussein in any manner at all: wow, you you sure couldnt iron out those creases on his face with a steamroller. that is all i wanna say. for the mo. and while there's a time for violence and war and as the Black Eyed Peas aptly said "people killin, people dyin" in their much overplayed song, now sure as hell(and its quite sure) aint the time for it! coz its CHIRISTMAS, y'all!! holla~! and yea sure i dont celebrate it, but ah faeel ait ein mahhh bonez, baybeh! now's a time for peace and love and and hugs and all that.. mushy stuff.. so yea. i guess its a good lil christmas pressie the u.s. coalition forces got there for the iraqis. no more tyranny for the people(we hope)!! hooha!
more christmas spirit embodied in santas and candy canes. courtesy of Diesel Sweeties. check out the candy cane in the last box. listening to: Love The Way You Love by Suede.
spat vitriol @ 9:29 PM
xxx i wanna try a brazilian wax. i wanna see just how much it can hurt. and im talking to Sundeep and Dasson on conference now and omg, i havent spoken to them properly in like 2months and its so cool we're catching up again! *jumps around* and we're talking and bitching and laughing now.. SHIT i miss em all like hell. when Chai gets come back from cambodia i will have to meet up with the gang. *harx* okayy im like, distracted coz im actually on the phone with them now and i cant actually blog without making typos or creating discrepancies in the content on my blog. so i'll just take my leave, i will. but i still wanna have a brazilian wax. *ripp* i love everybody who's reading my blog now.. i love my friends.. i love Sundeep and the barker guys.. i love everybody!! ohh and Sundeep was talking abt how he caught Love Actually with Janmeet and Anand(the guys really enjoyed it, apparantly. i worry for them sometimes.) and i suddenly remembered that i caught The Singapore Short Story Project on the telly last night. its all locally produced work, with emphasis on the script-writing. its pretty good, actually. i missed a few episodes when they showed it the last time and i've been waiting for em to replay it, and im surprised that they did, actually. im all for supporting local talent, but only if its worth supporting. i mean, dont be expecting me to go around supporting Urban Xchange ynoe? i mean, they really arent that great a group. sure, they're competent, but they arent great. and i dont see why i should support em just because they're local. i wouldnt be true to myself, i'd waste my moolah supporting em, and it would be a biased choice. "support em if they're local.. even if they suck!" i mean, fuck this shit, ynoe. but if its good, quality stuff, support it, ynoe. show no bigotry. i mean, juz coz its ang moh doesnt automatically mean that its good stuff. its like comparing ang moh but lousy stuff with locally produced but quality goods, and saying that they're on par. which is complete bullshit. recognise smth for what it is, and acknowledge its true value. quality locally produced talent goods is just like diamonds in the rough. and anyhow. i am starving to death, but my immense hunger is of no great importance or significance now to any of you.(it is to me tho, as my stomach acid eats away at my insides and i am ravaged with such hunger than im eating dry yucky biscuits.) this would be a a typical english exercise in primary school that teaches you how to join sentences. question: i am sad. i am hungry. answer: i am sad because i am hungry./i am sad and i am hungry. thats how i feel right now, anyways. famished, ynoe. boo. listening to: Wandering Star by Portishead.
spat vitriol @ 7:13 AM
xxx Saddam Hussein has been captured alive and unharmed near Tikrit(wherever that is). but i bet you already knew that by now. t'was all over the news yesterday night but i fear that the coverage has been rather paltry. for more info on the dude(who looks kinda funky now, might i add, without the swanky uniform and with so much facial hair he could be mistaken for cousin It), visit this page that belongs to CNN right here: Saddam Hussein: captured. lotsa in-depth coverage, with lotsa videos and reports. he looks bloody dishevelled now. and he was found "hiding in a 'spider hole', six-to-eight feet deep, equipped with a rudimentary ventilation system and camouflaged with bricks and dirt." how unglam. Hussein was armed with a pistol when discovered and "was 'very disoriented', and did not resist U.S. forces." he was also "talkative and cooperative" when questioned. when "asked about thousands killed and dumped in mass graves, Saddam dismissed his victims saying 'they were thieves', said one council member. 'He was not apologetic. He was sarcastic and making a mockery of Iraqi people', said one member of the council." there's tons and tons more info at the link i provided so do go check it out if yer interested. CNN kept emphasising that Hussein wasnt shot tho, and also that not a single shot was fired during his capture. i think they're really proud of that fact. they keep mentioning it. okayy.. like, we get the point already, ynoe.
who dya reckon looks more stylish? i know.. tough call, huh? listening to: Violet by Savage Garden.
spat vitriol @ 3:58 AM
xxx 10 MORE DAYS TIL SANTA VISITS OUT HOMES!!!! ho ho HO!!! ![]() ![]() ![]()
Girl's christmas wishlist. she's from the comic 'Her!'. i want want she wants, too. im not too materialistic, am i?? *frantic worried panicky look* is all that too much to ask? *pleading begging puppy eyes* and a glittery sparkly pink hatchet thats got a fur lined handle as well.. mm. and Amanda tagged me telling me that i should be a script-writer!! aww! thanks babe. im flattered, really i am. it seems too onerous a task for me to take on, tho. i dont know. haha.. owell. things like writing a book and script-writing opportunities dont just come like that, and besides im in the wrong course regarding script-writing yea. i suspect that i might have a continuity problem if i write a script. *smirx* it'd be like, "heyy, wasnt there a kid in the previous episode?" "uhh, yeah.. but maddie forgot abt the kid or smth. the kid was too damn insignificant, i think. well, lets hope that when we put this episode on the air the stupid, unobservent viewers wont notice this lil glitch." anyways. i'd love to write *anything* for a living or smth(and it actually pays. well.), really i would. its just that i guess singapore aint really the place for it. i mean, how many local writers's books dya read then, eh? coz i sure as hell dont, ynoe. mebbe for a mag or smth. up the scandal factor quite a few notches. we're too clean-cut, its so boring. okayy.. so now i've learnt a different sex position for every day of the month, but sometimes just reading smth a lil more naughty and leaving it all up to the imagination is just so much more.. tantalising. and a lil more raunchy, ynoe. mebbe i could write for a kiddy magazine instead, work my way up writing brilliant kiddy+parent articles, and then once im the big-head EDITOR to approve or disapprove of articles, trash the original concept for the mag bit by bit. i could do it, too. someone, gimme a chance, pleeease! i'd approve of violence, but not of health articles. i'd pepper it with lego adverts(they're a staple) and barbie+ken adverts(keep the disproportionate anatomies coming!), and then i'll kick out adverts for heinz apple food paste gunk and nappy adverts, simply coz they're too boringgg. it'd rawwkk!! i'll even throw in a few of my own articles when readership drops(we're simply changing our target audience, dahling) or when things get a lil too monotonous, and ynoe thats when the fun begins, baby. we need our kids to grow up faster, just like how we NEED more people on our small fucking island!! BRING IT ONNN!!!! *wildwoman maniacal crazyass laughter* rarrghh.(er.. that was a weak attempt at a roar) wadever. im never gonna be a writer any time this century so lets(or rather i should) cease building all these fluffy lil castles in the clouds, yea. listening to: Bad Girls by Aikawa Nanase yes i still listen to jap music. im digging out my ol albums, havent bought any new jappy ones in yonks.
spat vitriol @ 2:16 AM
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Sunday, December 14, 2003 im up, im lazy to get food, and im bored. hence this: ![]() Bondage movie! You're into BSDM (Bondage & Discipline, Dominance & Submission) and chances are, you're fond of whips, chains, harnesses, and tight leather outfits. You like to mix a little pain with a LOT of pleasure, baby! kinky!! i think it'd be pretty awsome to no, not star in a porno flick, not exactly, but to direct a porno flick. i mean, fuckin brilliant, seriously. a place where i can truly exercise my artistic skills, ynoe ynoe. ![]() You're just the happy go-lucky type. You might have your pet peeves, but other than that, you're mainly calm. Blending in with your surroundings, you're the type of person who everyone likes. Usually it's you who cracks jokes at social gatherings - after all, laughter is the best medicine. Sometimes you pretend to be stupid, but in all actuality, you could be the next Einstein. the next fuckin einstein, y'see that?? dont y'all be messin wit me now, punks! ![]() you are the "you suck, and that's sad" happy bunny. you're truthful, but can be a bit brutal. damn. damn damn damn. i so wanted to be a happy-go-lucky bunny or some other dumbass bunny like that. i turned out to be the 'you suck, and thats sad' bunny, instead. oh, bloody tarnations. i completely didnt expect it. life is so unfair to me. ![]() nah nah. you are simply not a bimbo. well. its sort of good. you are independent, strong and a career-minded gurl. way to go girl!! three cheers for ya! but sumtimes.. dont be too strong and stubborn. guys need to get their ego boosted u noe. *winks* it'll do you good. you are purrfectly normal. i dont havta say anythin more, do i? well. nice sword there. i want a sword. or mebbe a hatchet. "all i want for christmas is a big, pink hatchet! a big, pink hatchet! a big pink hatchet!!" (and Edna! i just had to take this quiz la after what you said abt me bringing out the bimbo in you.. i had to find out if i was one, too. well, guess the world aint big enough for two bimbos. *harx* love ya Edna Bimbo Babe!) ![]() You have a mysterious kiss. Your partner never knows what you're going to come up with next; this creates great excitement and arousal never knowing what to expect. And it's sure to end in a kiss as great as your mystery. and Dior!! i've got the same kiss as you!! we should just make out, and mystify each other's brains out!! okayy. im absolutely completely bored now, and officially a spaz, so im gonna be off to scavenge the kitchen for eats. itchy mouth, gotta have smth to chew. listening to: Smalltown by Chumbawamba
spat vitriol @ 8:42 PM
xxx its bloody 2pm, its raining, im kinda sleep deprived, but im still not asleep. mainly coz alluva sudden i've got all these weird kinky lil stories popping into my head and i gotta pen(key?) em all down before they slither away. "outta sight, outta mind"? more a case of, "outta mind, outta sight", y'dig. so anyways. here's my lil story thingamajiggy thang. here goes nothin: [names have been changed to protect identities] Mother's the, uh, mother and Mary's the daughter. note repetitions in Mother's speech, and the versatility of Mary's "yah la, whatever", that is extremely handy and can be used in any situation. A Singaporean Story, Hor. Mary's Damn Sianz Life Lor. mother: mary ah, what you want to do with the rest of your life huh? everyday sleep and go out, go out then sleep. night become day, day become night. dunno your own limits ah you! mary: yah la. whatever. mother: and you ah, always going out til late at night with boys, do you think that its proper for a girl to be coming home so late huh? and what kind of boys are you going out with?? you dont know your limits ah! mary: yah la. whatever. mother: and you think what, money drop down from heaven is it? that your mother is printing money is it?? every time only know how to stretch out your hand and ask ask ask for money only. go out and work la!! everyday sleep and eat and go out only! mary: yah la. whatever. mother: and how many times do you intend to go out until so late? do you know hat time it is already?? do you have any sense of time at all? do you intend to do this every time?? mary: yah la. whatever. eventually mary gets tired of standing around(and i get tired of typing down the same ol shite) and so.. mary(while mother glares at her due to lack of admonishments she can further dole out): are you done yet? mother: (glares and glares and glares) you better know your limits ah! mary: yah la. whatever. *** sweet endings. and i gotta say this, but i do wish that i didnt havta pop a vein every time i took a crap. i know, grossout. kick me, but i kinda like the way it sounds. "i wish that i didnt havta pop a vein every time i took a crap." has a sorta, mild rhythm to it, or smth. also, try picturing it in yer head. not necessarily me, but a person taking a crap and tryna the force the shite outta his arse so bad a vein in his temple just starts throbbing violently, and then soon *pops!* cool beans. well. suffice to say, without going into futher un/necessary detail, i gotta get more fibre in my malnourished lil body. well, just malnourished body. not so lil. *harx* whatever. im thirsty, i need some milo. and i've got a tummyache. what a goddamn opportune time. listening to: Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood by Santa Esmeralda from the Kill Bill soundtrack.
spat vitriol @ 2:34 PM
xxx im reading yesterday's new paper and in the News IQ bit its apparantly quite big news that singapore's more "likely to hit lowest birth rate in 26 years". but thats not what i wanna talk abt. after all, we all know how drastically low birth rates can affect the singaporean economy and stuff i dont really give half a rat's ass abt at the mo. no. the next bit in the same News IQ section was headlined "At last count, we have only 31,171 newborns this year but we need 50,000". ladieez and gents, note the word "need". i've highlighted it in bold just in case yer as myopic as i am. i understand, or at least i try to sometimes, the urgency the governement has to plant more homegrown local people on our already super duper over-crowded miniscule island shores. but to NEED more newborns? somehow the headline just made it seem so.. mechanical. its like, 'babies arent human beings, or the proof of love whe two lovers unite, or that babies are wonderful and miraculous creatures.. etcetc mushy mushy stuff." the headline just brings to mind a scene more like this one: big government dude: "yeahh, we need more babies, we simply dont have enough! we want so many babies that we have em spilling off the edge off the earth, or so many babies that we can install a new baby waterfall in sentosa, thats how many babies i want. not how many the people want even tho they're gonna have to be the ones putting up with the screaming, annoying things, its how many goddamn babies i want, y'got that?? you tell the people that we need more babies, we want the women pushing em outta their wombs every minute, hell, we want em shitting babies out every second!! no mercy, y'hear me?! no fuckin mercy!!" lower ranking government scum: "i understand, sir, but what if the people just dont want to have more babies? what if underaged teens of this country decide not to further indulge in underaged sex and provide more illegitimate children that will be left in hdb corridors and lifts? *horrified gasp* " big government dude: do whatever needs to be done, my underling. we NEED more babies, push that to the plebians of this dot of a country! and once there're tons of babies, they'll grow up, and then we'll have tons of working adults, and then we'll be able to extort lots and lots of money from the innocent, naive citizens as i put my devious and manipulative thinking skills to good use! there's a competition going on among all the big govwernment dudes to see who can wring the most money out of the people.. aha.. ahaha.. ahahaha.. ahahahaha!!" lower ranking government scum: "i fully comprehend now, m'lord. as always, you know the appropriate actions that need to be taken in a situation as dire as this. i shall set to my task immediately. should you require any extra services(like a handjob), please feel free to call upon me, m'lord. have a nice day." well. i just felt compelled to say all that, really. i dont know why. i dont know the intricacies of how the government manipulates our country or how the economy works the way cabbies do(ever realise how cabbies bitch so much it all but most never ever dare to voice out their opinions too loudly lest they get caught and sent to jail or smth, so they vent it all out on unsuspecting, clueless passengers? i.e. moi) so please, dont anybody sue me. please. i dont even have money to buy new clothes(well, branded branded new clothes, anyways) and you wanna sue me? for the very rags of my back? aww cmon. you can do better than that. go sic yer dogs on someone else, eh. listening to: Ode To Oren Ishii by The RZA from the Kill Bill soundtrack. and i love Lucy Liu, who plays Oren Ishii, seriously i do. LUCY LIU RAWWWWKKS MY WORLD!!!! now, if only i was male, that statement would've been more than justified.
spat vitriol @ 12:19 PM
xxx i just got home, my mom's pissed off, but everything's *sorta* alright now. i mean, i dont get how she cant deal with the fact that i gotta grow up someday, ynoe. but owell. wadever rocks her boat, yeahh. i went out with Edna today, and just coz i was late and she was late but i was much later, we ended up meeting three hours later than the scheduled 3pm. but its okayyyy right Edna?? coz Edna lurrvvves me, doncha?? *hawhaw* anyways. so we met up at like, 5.45pm, and then we walked around to look at some clothes and to get my fucking zara skirt returned(which you must note, was the only item i bought the day before) and refunded coz there was a hole in the bloody thing, just that i hadnt realised. so now, i've got no new clothes. so what, i've got the money, but no new clothes. poo. Amanda, on the other hand, has been going crazy buying clothes, what with the sales going around and everything. anyways. so after Edna and i walked around checking out bikinis(i want a bikini with a small bum. wassupp la.. isit too hard to ask?) and clothes and just, ynoe, random shite, we wenta Buttercup cafe to chill, coz she loves that place. so we went in, and we ordered teriyaki chicken balls, that cost us $7.90 in the end coza gst and all that. and lets see, we got 10 lil tiny chicken balls with the circumference of abt 5cm each. i mean, what the fuckin hell, man. fuckin cheat our money. bloody arseholes. fuckin moneymakers. so we wenta taka and then paragon to get food, and then we chilled, talking at paragon, and then i remembered that i had to return Amanda smth so we wenta meet her for a lil while coz she was at zara *shopping* and then they went home coz i was sposed to meet Donovan at 9pm. i was late, as usual. ohh yes. and motorola had some roadstall and they were giving out free balloons, and i wanted one(a pink one, preferably), so i asked Edna if we could go. she didnt wanna at first, then she thought that mebbe i could have my balloon, but we get another one so that we could inhale helium and talk funny. so we did. and the guy at the roadstall was tryna hit on us but i just ignored him and looked at the ugly boring cars on the road, pretending to be alluva sudden bloody fascinated by ugly boring cars on the road, and left Edna to deal with him. plus, he was hitting on us in chinese, so, no bonus points there, xian1 shen1(translation: sir). so i got a pink balloon(that i requested for, and they even had two different shades of pink and the guy doin the balloons was nice enough to lemme pick which shade i wanted), and Edna just got an ordinary white one(coz she just wanted the helium, ynoe ynoe). then we wenta the back of taka(ynoe, less people, and if we start talking weird nobody's gonna be giving us strange looks), and we sat down on the steps, and i was carrying alotta stuff so i was tryna tie my damn pink balloon to my slippers, but at the mo Edna inhaled some helium from her balloon and started speaking funny and laughing in a chipmunk voice and i laughed, and i let go of my balloon, and it flew into the trees and outta sight. fuckin hell!! i wanted that pink balloon, man!! godammit!! anyways. then there was alotta helium in the ballon, and i took it all in short breaths so i started talking and singing, and Edna wanted to record it, and she asked me to call Donovan too, and ask him where i was in the squeaky voice. she suggested also using her mobile instead so that he wouldnt know who the hell t'was. but unfortunately the squeaky voice only lasted for really short moments of time before i had to take in more. hell. we both laughed til we cried, i swear. omg. t'was so good seeing Edna today, i fuckin swear man. i love that babe to fuckin smithereens. i love you BABE!!! hahaha.. and we shall meet up soon! kambate kudasai!(err.. wadever maddie..) anyways. then i met Donovan after that, and we bought tix for the extended versh of lotr: the two towers. the damn thing is 4 hours and 15 mins long. it wasnt too torturous, but godd its long. and after that we just wenta east coast to chill *cough* and now im back. ohh, and i bumped into Weihong at cine when Donovan and i were walking back in, and Chang too. Chang looked ill.. and bloody tired.. and he had eyerings. i think that he could do with more rest, seriously. Dasson also called me to go drinking and all with him and some other guys but i was already out with Donovan and besides, they were going to boat quay so i wasnt too keen. they ended up at cuscaden instead.. beer there is so damn cheap, i went there with em so many times before and you can just drink til you piss beer man, i swear. and dear Sascha twinny saw me at cine! well, he didnt really, his friend(i forgot his name) did. and his friend and i had met each other a few times before and he pointed me out to twinny but we both didnt see each other in time. he msged me later to tell me that he'"seen" me. okayy. spastic. wadever. lesson learnt tonight: inhaling helium is fun. edna and i were both helium virgins. never had a single molecule intentionally put into our bodies by our own hands before. t'was uplifting, it made my spirit stronger, i see the light now. helium is so cool. i was telling Edna that we should just buy a whole can/tank/cannister/wadever of helium. it'd be so awesome. just inhaling it and speaking funny and od-ing.. whoahh.. get a load of that shite, man.. like, totally rad.. and i only had two hours of sleep the night before and im still pretty awake. i dont know why. mebbe coz the night before before i had 16hours of sleep? so when you average it out its like, 8hours of sleep per night? yeahh. wadever. im hungry, but im not eating. en passant, i bought a lizard-like-skin cap just now when i was with Don at heeren. i sure as hell dont need it and t'was an impulse buy, but wadahell. its dark, dark, green too. im starting to wear alotta green. i like pink lots, in fact i quite love it like hell, but im wearing alotta green. mebbe i should just enlist in the army or smth, i'd get to wear green everyday. yeahh right. im too good for that place. gimme the navy or the air force, babe. mm. i might just stay up to watch cartoons later. and Edna, sweetie, i know y'like the martian, we all do, but Hawkgirl rocks too, aight. listening to: the Grand Duel- (Parte Prima) by Luis Bacalov from the Kill Bill soundtrack.
spat vitriol @ 9:16 AM
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Saturday, December 13, 2003 added a new link to "Rocks my socks off", titled He Is Just A Rat. with a simply adorable title like that, how could you not go visit it? its not bad, quite gory and all that, abt this rat who goes around killing people and bullying the weak and everything. quite yer average comic, really. *smirx* i also decided to change the piccie on my blog, *FREEDOM!!* mainly coz i got tired of seeing the same ol arses on my blog every damn day. if anyone would like to mail me a piccie of their bum to put up here, i would quite gladly do so. only one condition, and thats that its gotta be a nice bum. okayy. either a nice bum, or a very, very, goddamn ugly bum. ynoe what, fuck it. ALL butts are welcome. mail me at madchameleon@yahoo.com and title it blog bums, thankew very much. i very much look forward to finding piccies of arses in my email, tho i quite doubt if anyone will send me any. i am filled with eager anticipation. harx. and i went out with Amanda and Sara today! but before i did, i spent two bloody motherfuckin hours looking for jeans. and i couldnt find any. not any to my liking, anyways. two bloody goddamn hours and no jeans to show for it?! i bought a denim(again) skirt(again) from Zara coz even tho i did need a skirt, i didnt need it as badly as i needed jeans. do note that all the 'needed's stated in the above paragraph is a word that has various meanings subjective from person to person. to you, 'need' is an absolute necessity. kinda like oxygen. to me, 'need' is an abslute must-have must-have(yes i repeated it twice on purpose to further illustrate my point), like chocolate to a pmsing woman, or a wanking session to a desperate man who doesnt have any hands and arms coz he lost em in a rather tragic accident thirty years ago. so, 'needed'- not an absolute neccessity, but you really definitely badly want it. well. ahem. moving on. i shall keep looking for my jeans. and if i really really really cant find any, i'll havta go to *sighh* levi's. dont get me wrong, i think levi's are *quite* alright, its just that the price they charge for hunks of denim sewn together just doesnt quite cut it.(doent quite cut it, cut it? geddit?? har har har!!) i mean, 140 goddamn bucks for a pair of jeans? that isnt even guess or ck? hmm. mebbe i should try ck jeans, instead. anyways. so after two hours of determinedly going thru shop after shop for jeans and only ending up with a bloody denim skirt, i met Sara and Amanda at like, eight. and then Sara went off at ten to do some stuff(too bothersome to go into detail here) and Amanda and i just kinda.. hung out and talked and talked.. til 11pm, when we had to catch the last bus/last train home. ynoe, its really quite weird, but Amanda and i seem to do or say or think abt the same stuff. like, for my last imood, even tho we had different feelings, we used the same facial expression for it. and today, before we met, she said that she wanted to pop into Mango first before meeting me, and i happened to be looking for Mango just as she called me. lotsa other stuff, but of course my poor, limited memory doesnt permit me to remember em all. by the way, we're both blind, deaf, amnesiac and if i dare say so, have this psychic connexion thang. its cooooool. and she helped me burn the Hot Joints cd, thanks lots and lots babe!! *muacks* also. being in town today was just bad. it was so bloody crowded. everywhere you go, everywhere you look, people, people, people. erghh. if only everyone was good-looking, it would be quite tolerable. in fact, it'd be more than tolerable. but that isnt so, and being in town is bad. especially with sales going around everywhere. christ, you should've seen Mango today(i didnt go in, by the way. couldnt find the damn shop at taka *rolls eyes*). there were so many women going in that they had to like, get a guy to stand guard at the door and barrier it, limiting the number of people who could go in. Amanda and i were just standing outside, looking at em all in amazement for like, three minutes, simply coz the women were just crawling all over the place in Mango. it was repulsive. they looked like ugly ants. didnt help that all the clothes were messed up and everything. godd. i hate seeing clothes all messed up in shops. i totally, completely, not feel compelled to even touch em(if i go in at all in the first place). its disgusting, really it is. *shudder* anyways. i went perfume scouting today and i decided to ask Marilyn to get me Estee Lauder's Beyond Paradise. i quite like it. t'was between the turquoise capped Polo Ralph one or Beyond Paradise, mainly coz 1)even tho Polo Ralph's nice, its jolly old and everyone's got it and 2)Beyond Paradise is newer and lasts longer, too. dont get me wrong, Polo Ralph is still pleasant, but its smth i'd wear everyday instead coz its so.. everyday-ish. my friend liked it alot but didnt wanna splurge on it, so she koped the tester bottle at the counter. harx. next day she came to school she sprayed on so much i nearly suffocated sitting opposite her in the library.(we were there for 'research', apparantly. til this day i seek to find the true meaning of that word.. 'research'.. what does it all mean? how very mysterious.) hooha! i hope MArilyn gets me the huge 100ml bottle. i know i know, im greedy, cant help it tho. sometimes i wish that i didnt wish for more stuff. but.. garr.. its human nature to always want or pine for things that you cant have now, in the near future or ever, i spose. and if any of you tell me that you dont want smth better or smth newer or wadever, fuck off, coz yer just bloody lying, y'are, y'are. just checking.. greed's a sin, right? anddddd i'll be meeting Edna at four tmr! or rathr technically, today la. and we will talk and talk and talk and catch up and catch up and catch up and have so much fun!! wow. i sounded so damn intelligent there, so competely unbimbotic, how awesome. okayy. im getting boring. dull. dry. time to sleep, even tho i've slept for 14hours today. and a lil Diesel Sweeties to top it all off
listening to: Battle Without Honour or Humanity by Tomoyasu Hotei from the Kill Bill soundtrack. i quite like this song even tho its very distinctly soundtrack-ish.
spat vitriol @ 1:53 AM
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Friday, December 12, 2003 i've only had 3 bloody hours of sleep.. from 9am to 12pm.. and ynoe what, i hate proof-reading my blog work. no, seriously. its like, i type and type in the early hours of the morn(and in those hours my eyes get kinda blurry ynoe, and i miss out an alphabet here or a word there) and then when i check it right there and then, even a few times, and then i post it, im satisfied. and then, later on, when im reading my blog, just to check the taggie, i find that there're grammer and spelling boo-boos!! dya know how much that pisses me off?? its like,i type so damn much, and i check the bloody damn thing a few times over, and there's still bloody mistakes? i mean, bloody wankin shite, man. and then i gotta go back to blogger and, dislike the task as much as i do, i still gotta change the mistake, even if nobody will see it. even if the entry's a week, hell, a month old. even if everyone understood what i was tryna say and didnt give a damn abt my typos. coz i care. coz its annoying to see a mistake on my blog. coz an unintentional spelling/grammatical error just looks so goddamn unsightly. and if its there, i gotta correct it. coz its all for a cause, man. i mean, what if some random annoying nose-picking kid comes to my blog and decides that(ynoe, since im so influential and all that and i've got such a way with words) 'fuck' is spelled as 'fkcu'? or that 'bloody goddamn shite' is spelled as 'blody godamnn sthie'? never mind the fact that they're cuss words(they're my favourite! *hugz myself*), this kid wont even be able to spell those cuss words words properly!! what an indignation to the culture of vugarities and profanities. dynoe how the poor kid will get teased if the other lil annoying nose-picking kiddies find out that he cant spell 'fuck'? godd. poor kid. mebbe then i should start mispelling everything on my bglo. glob. oglb. lbgo. BLOG. *smirx* anyways. i didnt meet Kum today. lemme tell you abt my day. i went for my dental appointment, and mainly t'was to find out why my teeth, jaw and temple would hurt after sleeping. and they'd ache all day sometimes. turns out i not only grind my teeth at night, i clench em, too. whoopee fuckin doo. there's nothing the dentists can do to stop me grinding or clenching my teeth, tho they say that if the pain really gets too bad they can prescribe me... valium. by the way y'all, have i mentioned that im officially taking orders for valium now should you need any for *cough* discreet purposes?? i havent? well, there you have it then. no worries, i wont overcharge too much. anyways. the dentist have told me this before(the specialist in joint aches and all, too) that all this clenching and grinding is coz of, har har swallow any liquid you've got in yer mouth before you choke, stress. my mom finds it incredulous. i find it incredulous. i mean, dudes, i've been grinding down my teeth ever since i was a wee teeny tot, and im still grinding em down now. i didnt have stress then, and i still dont have stress now. i just laughed out loud in the dentists's faces when they told me im grinding me teeth coz of stress. anyways. the dentist who cleaned and checked my teeth today must've been a newbie. he kept asking me questions like, "does it hurt?" and when i said, "nngh." which meant "no" coz he was digging around in my mouth, he'd say, "thank you." there were other more idiotic questions, but i cant remember em right here and now. i mean, what's he thanking me for? he pretty much just thanked me the whole day, i swear. he should be working in a sales department store instead. "thank you sir, have a nice day, dont slip up on that piece of dogshit." aight. so im only being mean coz it wasnt exactly a good experience being in the dentist's chair today. im quite alright usually, but there was smth abt this guy's nervous demeanour that made me panic a lil and made me say in slightly wavering tones as i settled into the chair as he cluttered around with the cleaning apparatus, 'heyy, try not to make this hurt too much, aight?" and the good boy, he didnt, t'was quite the usual routine. lets just call this dentist Dr Spray, shall we, for obvious reasons i shall state in due time. what i couldnt stand was the fact that Dr Spray didnt put a bib on me(apparantly the nurses didnt deem him important enough to be working around with coz normally they'd be the one putting the lil blue bibs on), so the goddamn liquid was just spilling outta my mouth and dribbling down my chin and onto my neck and onto my bloody a/x shirt.(which is a nice tee. to me, anyways.) i mean, christ, now i've got teeth cleaning liquid and plague debris on my goddamn a/x shirt for crying out loud!! Shujin bought me that shirt! crappit. and not only was the damn liquid spilling outta my mouth and everywhere else, it was spraying outta my mouth like a lil fountain and onto my fuckin face. hell. what the fuck is this, Ol Faithful?? i mean, seriously, what is this shite man? t'was so bad Dr Spray actually finally realised it(the incompetent fool) and took tissue to wipe up my face. the tissue got pretty wet. and i had to close my eyes coz i wear contacts and all that bloody crap was spraying into my goddamn eyes. now, i dont know what teeth cleaning liquid's made of, but it sure as hell aint eyedrop material, and i had to shut my eyes and tolerate the spray on my eyelids instead, which is considerably better than it landing on yer eyeballs and contacts. the bloody dentist thought i was in pain. the fucking, fucking, fucking imbecile. Dr Spray attempted to be charming as well, by talking to my mom. in mandarin. smart lad. i mean, i've been talking to my mom in english and my mom's been responding in english right there and then, and we even spose to the dentist in bloody english. but when he tried to be friendly to ask my mom some *stupid* question, he blurted it out in mandarin instead. newbies, newbies. when the joint specialist came, a Dr tan, who was quite considerably more jocular and genuinely charming as compared to my incompetent dentist, Dr Spray was pushed further into the dark shadows of tooth decay and dental plague. i noticed that Dr Spray felt the need to meet up to Dr Tan's standard of humourous banter, but quite considerably failed. after all, Dr Tan was quite obviously english-educated. now, i've got nothin against those who're chinese-educated, but if ynoe that you cant be a charming, witty man in english, and if yer patient doesnt speak mandarin, then just dont bother. do yer job right, smile at the end of it all, and the world will be a happier place. instead of you looking like a fool while attempting to do a manly laugh(yes he tried that once. omg. anyone who wants a demo, ask me, i shall perform. with great accuracy!) and with yer patient walking out with dental spray all over her goddamn face. he was also trying to grow a goatee, but it was quite a miserable attempt, and it just came out as long, sparse stubble. i mean, totally uncool, dude. by the way, Dr Tan the funny joint specialist is one hairy sonofabitch, and i cant decide if thats sexy or not, but it sure was randy, yeah, baby, yeahh. no worries, i dont fancy Dr Tan, in fact i wish he was my dad coz 1)he's pretty damn hilarious and he'd amuse me all day in a non-paedophilic, non-sexual manner and 2)he'd gimme more money coz he's a dentist speacilist and he earns lots and lots. i, however, am also grateful that im not his daughter coz if not i'd be wayy more hairier than i am now. and we couldnt have that, could we? he also said at the end that ive got(and i quote him) "excellent dental hygiene". now. i know i brush my teeth and all that, but i know that i havent got "excellent dental hygiene". so he was 1)tryna humour me and my mom or 2)he was saying that to try to make up for spraying all that crap on my face. well guess wot? it didnt work, mister! and i've gone on for ages abt Dr Spray. damn. at the end of the session i very much wanted to ask him, "did you just graduate from dentist school or smth?" but i figured, "nahh. im nice. besides, the fella probably knows that he screwed up just now. plus, he's probably not gonna get shagged any time this millenia, so why torture the poor sod any more than i need to eh? he's already a ravaged, tortured soul." arent i just bloody merciful? okay okayy. a thousand apologies for being sucha bitch abt it all. but i mean, seriously, im at the bloody national dental centre, i expect some sorta standard ynoe? if im at some chappalang pasar malam dentist who uses ginger for anesthetic then i'd understand, but im not. i ruffle my feathers in indignation.(sounds pretty, dunnit?) anyways. i went to novena square with my mom after that and i bought lotsa unneccessary stuff. stuff i so do not need right now. i bought mascara, eyeliner, blush.. and i've already got 3 mascaras, 2 eyeliners and 2 blushes at home. dammit. and i went to bodyshop and bought a shirt that supports the East Timor kids, and a red beaded World Aids' Day pin in support of, well, World Aids' Day. all proceeds go to charity. i like the red beaded pin more than the shirt, tho. but i'll wear em both out, its pretty nifty. the shirt's white and has a cartoony smiling butterfly on the front that says in cursive "I've made them smile." if you didnt know you'd think that i was just wearing an ugly shirt. but truly, i can frankly say that i'll feel some sorta genuine pride wearing that shirt, even if it aint good-looking and only cost me 10 bucks, coz its all for a cause, man. i also wish that i could say that im gonna only be using recycled goods and not use wooden chopsticks and everything, but thats all too difficult to give up when its all so convenient. i bought the Kill Bill soundtrack as well. im listening to it right now. i had slight expectations coz i didnt wanna get my hopes up, and im quite thankful that i kept my expectations low coz the soundtrack isnt exactly fabby. its alright, tho. and the songs really do remind me of the movie, even if i cant exactly place which scene they were in. thats.. pretty much all i bought. i didnt buy the bloody things i *quite* needed, like jeans and skirts and black tops and all that!! *rips damaged hair outta my scalp* well, i bought a mag, but i cant bloody wear magazine pages out, can i?(i cant, its monsoon season. and paper just gets so soft in the rain, sweetheart.) damn. i ate so much today. im a blimp.. again. i suspect that nowadays its just gonna be the degree of blimpiness i suffer from. blistering bloody barnacles. anyone know of any good appetite suppressents, do enlighten me, thanks very much, mate. listening to: Bang Bang(My Baby Shot Me Down) by Nancy Sinatra from the Kill Bill soundtrack. t'was this song that played while the titles were rolling that made me say, "i love this song and i've gotta have the soundtrack man." i dont regret getting the soundtrack, no, not much. i believe that some other songs are, as i told my uncle, an acquired taste.
spat vitriol @ 12:29 AM
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Thursday, December 11, 2003 Zhiyang's off to france *la belle france!* and Diana's off to thailand already. sighh. lucky buggers. anyways. ynoe, i've got a real sleeping problem.(as if y'all havent realised that yet) i cant get to sleep til 8 or 9am, and then i sleep til 5 or 6pm. and even then when i do sleep its all disjointed, i dont get to lie down and get really proper rest. blow. i dont feel truly awake til after 12am. look, its bloody 6.30am and im still bloody awake. damn. well, its okay, really. its solitude time when im awake at the wee hours of the morn, and then its genuine solitude coz barely anyone else is awake at this time. and even if there are, you cant feel or see it, its all dark outside. like night, but better, coz you dont hear telly or car sirens or lift alarm bells or children and parents screaming bloody murder as they beat each other up. such love. plus, my mom cant come into my room to talk to me or anything. she cant, she's sleeping. its not just my mom, no one talks to me, coz everyone's asleep. and thats pretty close to bliss, coz i really quite strongly dislike being bothered when im at home. im at home, i just wanna be alone, man.(i realise that i sound like a brat. well, i am. so there. *sniff*) i go out, i walk around, i talk and talk all day, i gotta face people i like or dislike, and when i come home i just wanna be a complete recluse. i can do whatever i want when im alone and everyone's asleep. it feels good to walk around the house, watch abit of telly, or eat some cheese toast, or use my com for 10 straight hours without having to face or talk to anyone. mebbe coz i just dont feel like it, baby. kinda strange, i understand. but everyone has their flaws and quirks, and this is mine. mine, y'hear me?! anyways, im mostly perfect anyways, *ahemm* so its all good, this one small flaw/quirk doesnt put much of a dent on the record, man. oh yeahh. i was feeding my gerbs and i suddenly thought of more stuff i used to do when i was playing with my cousins Matthew and Adeline. i've mentioned before that these two siblings are bloody goddamn intelligent people and i really respect Matthew, but there's no time or space for adoring fanmail now. i suddenly remembered more games Matthew and i used to play. you may or may not call it a game, but to us it sure was a game. we would make our faces turn red. ynoe, by rushing all the blood to our faces? yea. when Matthew first showed it to me i like, completely freaked. the veins were pulsing on his forehead and he was turning dark red and all.. i got so freaked out man. and then i wanted to learn how to do it too, and i did!! woww! now t'was just a matter of who could turn red(or mebbe even purple) the fastest. i cant really remember who was the winner tho, but we looked like absolute shite doing it. and it was so fuckin awesome! us going around all red and purple in the faces, with huge veins throbbing out on our foreheads and temples. we looked like idiotic freaks, man. so cool. i also cant remember if the adults said anything, but if they did it wasnt so important that i'd remember it, coz i dont. try it today!! just force all the blood to yer face and watch yerself turn into a mini-hulk!(ynoe, how the hulk gets all those veins and shit in his face and body. cept that now you'll be red instead of green. bah, red, green, same difference. they'rea ll christmas colours anyways.) and if you just cant do it, just imagine that yer taking a dump, and that this is the most stubborn piece of shit thats coming outta yer ass ever, it just wont. come. outta. yer. ass. so you gotta open right up and force that shit outta yer arse, and only by doing so do you get all red in the face. go look in the mirror.. try it today! just dont really shit in yer pants, ynoe. i'd say at this point of time that im fulla crap, but then it'd be totally ironic, considering what i was just talking abt. we had this other game too, and it was a 3-player game. it was fun(fun's a subjective thing, right?), just me, Matthew and Adeline. t'was one of those things that you do with certain people and just aint the same when you do with other outside people.. just aint the same, man. its like a secret, and once its let out it just aint really much fun no more. poor analogy, but ya dig. so anyways. abt this 3-player game. one person would face the wall(i still remember that the person would stand on Matthew's bed and face the wall), away from the other 2 people. the other 2 would be standing on the floor 3 metres behind this person. so lets say Adeline was the one on the bed facing the wall, and the other 2 of us, Matthe and i, would be standing were standing on the floor behind Adeline. then either matthew or i would let rip a man-made fart, and based on the sound of the fart, adeline would havta guess which one of us made the fart. its tough sometimes, coz you can alter the sound of the fart. and most times Adeline would be the one guessing coz 1)she was a tad embarrassed to let rip farts and 2)she wasnt much good at it, anyways. you gotta have skill, baby. so anyways. a man-made fart isnt exactly a fart outta yer arsehole, for those of you who're less fart-educated. you could, of course, do it. but then wow, you gotta have goddamn alot of gas if you can just keep farting and farting outta yer arsehole. it gotta be loud so that there's noise, too. i mean, we guess the 'farter' based on sound, not smell ynoe. cmon now, we're gross, but we aint that gross dudes. plus, dont yer ass get tired, boy? but yea anyways. so Matthew and i were the more.. adept, shall we say?.. 'farters', and how you make man-made fart is you put yer wrists together(so that yer hands look like a lotus) and put the place where the ends of yer palms meet against yer mouth, and blow. im not exactly sure if you can picture it, but thats how you make a man-made fart. it may require some practice. or for the few of you lucky ones out there, you may already be natural born' farters'! woohoo! another thing for you to try out today. whee. depending on yer skill, you can make it louder or softer, girlier or manlier.. which is how Matthew and i used to fool Adeline, coz once she starts thinking that we fart a particular way, we'd alter the sound, perhaps even to sound like each other. and it works, too. its like forging a signature. yer used to a signature looking this way, that if someone else signs it the exact same way, you dont know that it wasnt the owner of the signature who did it. i'd also say at this point of time, "cool shite" but then it'd still be pretty ironic(again), considering what i was just talking about. man. Matthew and i did so much shite(omg omg. pun right there. catchitifyoucan) together man. he'll always be my favourite rebel, even if he's retired from the cause now. he'll always be my favourite rebel, coz i've seen thie stuff he's gotten into and mebbe if i talk abt it now, it wont be considered much, mebbe coz kids have gotten crazier and upped the insanity factor, or simply coz i've grown up and all of it is peanuts. but back then(and im only a year younger than him), everything he did was crazy stuff. he was trouble at home, trouble in school, trouble with girls. omg. i just did the fanmail thang. crappit. i wasnt sposed to. aight. its practically 7.15am now. time to go, i should go do.. smth else. instead of continually blogging and blogging. like Chichiblueeyes said in my taggie, i write such long entries that i should write a book instead. sure i will, sure i will. sponsors, anyone? and i *sorta* promise not to spend the money on clothes and, like, other stuff. clothesclothesclothesclothesclothesclothesclothesclothesclothesclothesclothesclothes. listening to: My Boyfriend by Mocca? Mocco? Macco?[smth along those lines, i cant really remember the band name. needed to fill up space on my cd when i was burning songs at Rishi's place] i officially love this song to fucking bits right here and now. but anyways. its a pretty good song. kinda funky, in an old-fashioned way, like. sorta like Portishead + Glen Miller combined. the lyrics are bloody goddamn adorable, especially the way she sings it, so childish and innocent and wanting, all at the same time. "when im blue, feel so lonely, no one sits here, right beside me, im gonna call you, just to hurry, come and see me, its so scary, but i need you desperately. i share my dreams and all my stories i dont think i need my diary. if you're teasing me dont you worry i will keep you in my memories."
spat vitriol @ 7:24 AM
xxx so i just got home abt two hours ago. i was out with Donovan and we caught Love Actually. dude. thanks again for having to put up with that painful-but-not-as-painful-compared-to-Elf movie with me man. seriously y'all. how anyone can say that the movie was "good" or "funny" or anything along that line is beyond me. granted, it wasnt as trashy as Elf(that shouldnt even be a movie, it should come out straight on video. y'heard me, not dvd not vcd.. video. pah.) but frankly not a movie that i could say was "really was damn funny" or anything. which is what people have been telling me. alotta people have said that its a chick flick, and i chose to disbelieve it coz a friend who went with her boyfriend said they both enjoyed it. christ, after watching it, i;ve decided tha it isnt even a chick flick. The Sweetest Thing, chick flick. Love Actually, not chick flick. its a christmas-cum-lovey-dovey movie. dammit. godd. why isnt anyone watching DUPLEX?? dont they know whats bloody good for em? Duplex is so damn enjoyable!! and its actually funny. but noo.. everyone picks the over-rated, over-bloody-hyped Love Actually. bah, humbug! the only reason Donovan and i caught Love actually was coz there wasnt anythin else we hadnt watched cept for Brother Bear and Butterfly. erks. seriously y'all, if yer gonna settle for mediocre flicks like love Actually and no-standard movies like Elf, then you might as well blow a lil more cash and catch Duplex. Duplex! Duplex!! Duplex!!!(did i ram that into yer head hard enough?) okayy. so i didnt cringe and whimper in agony as the x'mas goodness and corny lines from Elf ate into my heart as compared to Love Actually. but t'was all that 'love is all around' thang and the secondary theme 'christmas is a good time to spend with yer loved one' fluffiness that kinda did it in, ynoe? i realise that the movie's abt love, but make it a less cringe-y love flick ynoe? i gotta admit tho, when i got outta the theatre i was hopping around coz i felt.. happy. no wait. just make that happy-ier. like, "aww, warm glow in me heart, i shall smile now" kinda thang. i cringed but right at the very very end, the last bit made me smile. yea aight. reality check. *snaps fingers*(can you snap yours??) back to planet earth now. anyways. after the movie we kinda just chilled, as usual, and stuff, and then we went home coz Donovan's got work.. i mean.. stuff early today morning. actually, heck it, its just work la. he's nice to huggg!! just like a smooshy cuddly hot water bottle, but warmer. aww. and he taught me the proper way to choke a person tonight. now dont y'all be gettin any funny ideas. i meant choke as in choke choke. ynoe.. possibly-kill-someone-kinda choke? i mean, i never really properly knew how to, but now i do!(thanks to Donovan) and if anyone attacks me, i shall choke him! to death! coz its just so IN now ynoe.. kicking yer attacker in the groin is so passe, dahling. of course, if all else fails, just give yer attacker a good hard kick in the royal jewels. or poke out his eyes. icky feeling, but im sure that it works. or stab him, if you've got some sorta sharp object on you. i dont mean keys or anythin of the sort, i mean like a penknife, yea. or twist both his nipples 270degrees. clockwise or anti-clockwise, its yer choice. or yank his lip really hard. if you yank it hard enough his lip might just rip right off and instead of you spilling the blood, he will. hurrah! okayy. that was fun, but thats enough fun for one day now lil kiddies. lets do this another time!! *lotsa happy jubilant lil kiddy cheers before the sound of rapid machinegun bullet shots* go figure, sherlock. ooh! and Edna says she wants to meet up on saturday!! omg. im so excited! i havent seen her since like, sec4 was over? seriously man. we've got so so so so much to catch up on!! if i wasnt so tired i might jump up and down in keen anticipation and disturb my neighbours, and then they'd think that they've got ghosts living above em who stomp around at 4am in the morning!(haha.. Edna.. like yer stupid rubbish chute neighbours.. harx) but. but. but im a lil too pooped out so i'll do the stomping around another day. mebbe when im more alive and a good song comes on the radio and then i'll dance and jump around.. i can be very noisy ynoe. im small but HEAVY!! hooha! take that you muchkins! hopefully my mom wont bloody barge in again as im doin my lil dance jiggy routine.(shake that booty, you monkey you.) oh yea. i just gotta say this. pardon me Edna sweetheart, but i just gotta mention this. i do hope you wont mind.. you wont mind coz yer sucha LOVELY DARLING, right?? yer RANDY, ARENT YA, BAYBEH?? but yea, ynoe she has this habit of typing a certain way. its not like she cant speak or write properly, she can if she wants to(its equivalent to how i swear.. i got style, baby), but when she posts content in her blog it goes smth like this(dont mind the actual stuff im saying, only the writing style yea?) right here: so i went out with XXX and ZZZ again? and t'was so fun? and we talked.. alot? i havent seen them in so long? and it felt really good to be hanging out with them again? it was like, incredible? and ZZZ was telling us abt his friends? and how much they suckked? and we were laughing so hard? well. overload of question marks there, but y'get what i mean. she doesnt use that many question marks but its just for demonstration purposes la ynoe. i think its quite amusing and rather adorable, really, coz when i read her blog there's like, a lilt at the end of every sentence that goes thru my head? and it all sounds so question mark-y? like, can you feel the question marks just playing a tune in yer head? head? head? tra.. lala.. lala?? *cough* anyways. i bumped into Chand while i was walking to cine with Donovan tonight. i didnt know that he was working at one of those roadside stall tents thingamajiggy thangs along the road opposite somerset mrt. but t'was good to see him la ynoe, havent really seen or met up with any of my poly mates since school closed, and i hang out with him and Alvin and James(my favourite sk8ter boi!) and Dan and.. okayy wadever maddie, who gives a bloody damn. and im meeting Kum later on. so exciting!.. i havent seen her in ages tooooo. yeahh. bestest best friends man.. rawwkk on.. harx. how childish. then again, seriously, who's to dictate what's childish and what's not right? but anyways yeahh, i'll only be meeting her in town after my dental appointment. my teeth are rotting away in my head like a corpse in a non-airtight shoddy wooden coffin only a foot under the ground in monsoon rainy weather. well. i was just kidding abt the teeth rotting in my head bit, not anything else tho. en passant, this webcomic just reminded me of myself when i read it. the Red Robot la, its just so moi, somehow. trust me, things dont remind me of myself often, but this one somehow did. check it out now, the funk soul brudda.
the red robot was taken from Exploding Dog(another web comic-ish thang) and used with permission ever since in Diesel Sweeties and has been depicted as the robot who wants to destory all humans and take over the world but kinda like, fails. kinda like Brain from pinky & the brain, but cooler and better looking. a robot of few words, he is. *snorx* Zim's still more awesome than the red robot tho. Invader Zim & Gir from the planet Irk!! hooha! anyways. i ccould just go on rambling and raving like a lunatic(havent i already?).. but i shant la. gotta wake up early for the dental appointment at 1pm, anyways, and its already 5.30am. whoever reads my blog is the coolest, most awesomest, most hip, hop, and happening around. that means.. YOU!! *do the jabbing-finger-pointing-in-yer-face-thang* you rawwwwkkkk!!!! ..time now to eat cheese toast and then sleep. bye. listening to: Mysterons by Portishead
spat vitriol @ 5:37 AM
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Wednesday, December 10, 2003 my mom bought durians yesterday and i polished off quite a few.. pieces? is that what you call the chunks inside durians? pieces? so anyways. my mom and i couldnt finish em all(we like durians but not enough to eat so many that we barf em out after that) so she put em in tupperware. and really, i wonder what the molecular structure of durian is like, coz no matter what you put durians in, the odour(yes, odour) somehow manages to permeate thru the container holding the durians in and stinks up the entire fridge. i open the friddge door, and i stand a metre away, and i can still smell those durians. wah, power sia. and i dont know why blogger's screwing up but my other entries after the one i wrote abt me going out with the girls didnt show up. *kicks blogger's lousy fat ass* damn bloody annoying i fuckin swear. grr. anyways. im gonna watch That 70's Show(i love that show. i love all the characters!) and then i gotta scoot off to meet Donovan in town. omg. i just remembered. i had a dream last night(morning, afternoon, wadever), and Red(ynoe, Eric's dad from the 70's show) saved me from this evil child(yes, a child) and he gave me a wooden ruler to smack the child's palms(coz she did alotta evil shite to me) and i did. i smacked her legs and her hands and all while she lay cowering ina corner, mainly coz she was intimidated by Red standig nexta me. and then red piggybacked me and he flew outta the window and down to safety(we were on the second floor). and then there were celebrations. Red was even wearing the superman suit and everything. totally weird. anyways. gotta go. it aint time for the show yet, but i wanna make sure ALL my entries show up this time. bloody blogger. pssh. listening to: No Such Thing by John Mayer.
spat vitriol @ 6:21 PM
xxx ironic or coincidental, but after that whole chunk i wrote abt James and his motley crue of sk8ter bois in the previous previous entry, avril lavigne's song "Ska8ter Boi" just came on perfect 10. funky shite.
spat vitriol @ 4:38 AM
xxx okayy. so im still not asleep. but i've got good reason not to be. HOT PINK GALORE!! Holly bought this trucker hat!! ainnit gorgeous? she says(and i quote her) its "dead sexy", and i completely agree. more hot hot sizzling pink. y'all, i am in LOVE with these pair of shoes. i'd wear em every damn day i swear. arent they the most darling pair of shoes ever?? now lets see. what do i need to get? hmm. shoes, bags, tops, jeans, skirts, a mobile, extra make up, nail polish, and more! well. sure i dont neeeeeeeed to get all this stuff. but it'd sure as hell be awesome to own it all. harx. and i forgot to add Edna onto my list of people that i've gotta meet over the hols. i've added her already. be missin ya babes! *hugz* listening to: Room For Rent by Dido
spat vitriol @ 4:24 AM
xxx i went out with the Amanda, Sara, Diana and Gek Puay today. godd i had a good time!! i dont know why, but t'was just good ol girly fun. i laughed so hard today over so many things, i cant remember when i last laughed this much. giggling and everythin. well, mebbe not really giggling, but you dig. i was like, *sorta* determined not to eat anything heavy today. actually, not eat at all, since im on my diet. i met Diana first(and she was latelatelate), and she got hungry and tired of waiting for the others to arrive so she bought a bowl of sposedly-thailand-but-tasted-singaporean beef noodles, and i had some of her soup. then Sara joined us, el cigaratto in hand, and after we finished our cigarettes, we wenta mos burger to eat coz she wanted to drink corn soup. so i bought corn soup too, coz after all, corn soup's liquid, it doesnt count right? then Amanda came alot later, coz t'was pouring frogs and she was stuck at heeren while we were comfortably warming our bodies up at mos burger in taka. but she braved the rain for us and she was all grumpy and all that, but then we wenta yoshinoya to eat and she felt better, and then i had miso soup there. i guess essentially all i wanna say at the end of the day is that i drank alotta soup today. Diana asked me too if i felt uncomfortable with all that liquid swirling inside me. but i was, and still am, fine, thank you very much sweetheart. however, alot later on, after Gek Puay joined us, and then she wanted to eat, we wenta mos burger at emarald, and no ididnt have soup, but i had a cheese burger and i koped fries from everyone. and at the end of the day(sing that les miserables song, y'all. freedom!!), i guess i did eat. quite alotta junk, too. and when i got home i ate durians. i will never ever lose weight. like Donovan said, he thinks that im the only one who ever failed at being anorexic. hell. he just might be right for once. oh yes. i smoked today. mebbe 10sticks. i shared a pack with Diana. i know i know, i wasnt sposed to smoke, but i just felt that i could do with a smoke or two, or ten. i wasnt exactly feeling happy so i smoked. wadever t'was, i smoked, end of story. anyways. at the end of the day, chilling with the girls just made me feel alot more relaxed. kinda.. free. free willy!!(Diana!!!!.. willy! willy! willy!) even had an english pronounciation lesson right there at mos burger at emarald coz certain people couldnt pronouce certain words. but t'was all bloody goddamn funny. you, you right there, sitting at yer com, pronounce 'PARALLELOGRAM'. anyways. im quite amused. turns out that quite a few souls(on my taggie, actually. harx) out there didnt know that enid blyton was female and that tweety was male. what a shocking revelation, huh? completely blows my mind away. whoo. isit gettin hot in here or wot? *fans myself* haha.. omg.. i crack myself up.. im bloody goddamn hilarious, i am, indeedy do i am.. *snorx* en passant, i thought of pros and cons of being anorexic and bullimic. lets see what they are, and who the grand winner at the end will be, shall we?(tho of course i havta admit that im already biased towards anorexai, but wadahell eh) Anorexia pros: 1)good on yer wallet. [eat less, spend less.] 2)you have a flat tummy all day coz you didnt put anything in yer stomach the whole day. 3)you do lose weight [at first. then its just a matter of maintaining that weight.] cons: 1)you feel hungry when you dont eat, and temptation can do you in. 2)acid eats into yer stomach lining as time goes by without food to cushion it all. 3)drinking on an empty stomach blows. 4)detrimental to yer health in the long run. weak nails, weak hair, sallow skin, fine hairs grow on yer arms coz you havent got enough bodyfat to keep you warm, etcetc. Bullimia pros: 1)you lose weight cons 1)yer throat gets ruined each time you vomit coz the stomach acid eats away at yer throat each time 2)painful on yer wallet, coz you spend money eating, but then you barf it all up again. [so there's essentially no point eating, right?] 3)if you use a finger to gag on to force yer vomit up, yer finger might get stained and turn yellow 4)detrimental to yer health in the long run. same effects as anorexia, cept that yer throat would get affected as well. 5)yer breath stinks of stale barf. conclusion: Anorexia wins with 2 more pros and 1 less con!! *dingding!* im sure that there's other stuff, but these are all that i can remember at the mo, aight. anyways. i bumped into Kwannie in town today!! i didnt even know that he's in the army! but t'was damn good to see him. he's like, a memory from the past that reminds me of the days i used to attend yf at zion church. those days are well over, but some people are always there to remind you of those times i spose, and its good. and he's a really nice person, one of those few really genuinely good people out there. so Kwannie asked me if i was still in tp and all that, coz he was from tp design too, and we talked a lil, and he pitied me when i told him that i've gotta stay a semester longer in tp coz i failed my moddules, but we each had our own stuff to do, so we bid each other adieu. and i forgot to mention this. a couple of days back, sunday i think, i was at pasta mania at cine with Donovan and i saw James go by. James is a sk8ter boi(i gotta spell it like this, its more.. authetic, somehow) and he was going by with his buncha sk8ter bois. i know he's a pretty good sk8ter and he and his crew just looked damn cool man. for one thing, they all arent too bad looking a bunch, and James was leading the group. and they were all dressed in BLACK. black caps, black shirts, black pants. i've got a weakness for black and they all just looked so damn awesome. stylish, sk8ter boi style. trust me, James and i arent even remotely romantically linked or anything, he's just my mate and we hang out and all in school. he's pretty good company, too. laughs at the strangest things, and i question his taste in girls sometimes, *grinz* but he's good company. *nods* but anyways. i mean, you can be real pro when you sk8te and everything, but if you look damn good doin it, then why not right? the cool-ness factor's just upped a notch. and they had that thing where if they went by, you'd point at em and say under yer breath, "whoah check those guys out, they look damn cool man." kinda like, the equivalent of the matrix, but the sk8ter bois(annoying, isnt it, when i keep spelling it 'sk8ter boi' instead of 'skater boy'?) versh. i forgot all abt em til today, and then i just had to mention it. coz they looked so.. cool. okayy. overused word right here and now, but accurate. i mean, what else do you call sk8ter bois eh?? how abt.. totally rad! wow! fuckin awesome! aight. enough's enough. Zhi yang's off to france tmr and he asked me what i want from there. i told him whatever suited me. then i told him to take lotsa good photos and show em to me. and he said(and i quote him), "yup! even bought a cam for that reason, lomo. will show the master my pieces to the judge yeah!" hahaha.. bloody hell! he bought a bloody lomo just for taking photos in bloody france man. and he's not bringing just one lomo, oh no, that aint enough. he's bringing four lomos!! he bought em all, and not just one, actually. i mean, dude, thats just insane man! he said he'll take the whole of france and show the piccies to me when he gets back hahaha.. bugger. i look forward to his return on the 28th so that he can show me the whole of france on 10 million different bits of photo. also, so that he can gimme my pressie. *claps heands* i love presents!!!! *grinz like a wild crazee supermonkey* and he says that when he gets back we can go around taking photos. i told him there's not much to take in singapore unless yer a real pro and then you can make the shots turn out really nice(photographers who've had their works up in an exhibition, ynoe who y'are), but he was like, "why not, just whack la!!" Zhi yang.. my bruddaaaa la.. hahaha.. anyways. the song i mentioned in my previous entry.. the r&b one.. Sara the dj(she's called Sara DJ in my mobile phonebook) enlightened me tonight who sang the song. its by Fat Boy Scoop(if i got it right) and the title's Be Faithful. arigato, Sara dj. *bow* i love Amanda. and Diana. and Sara. no really, i do. going out with em today just affirmed the fact that i do, even if we do have our ups and downs. but tis all cool. also, Kum thanked me for blogging abt her(which i very gladly did. and f.o.c too! who am i to put a price on friendship, eh?? *nudgenudge*) and she says that we're still bestest best friends. call me immature, childish or even amateurish, but hearing her declare that just makes me smile. okayy. time to sleep. g'night, sweethearts. listening to: My Immortal by Evanescence
spat vitriol @ 3:05 AM
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Tuesday, December 09, 2003 [crappit i blogged and then when i clicked 'post and publish' it didnt publish and my entire entry is lost godammit. i shall re-blog. original content will be lost. d'oh!] i feel better now. pretty normal, actually. i retract my earlier statement that "all males are despicable, low-down scumbags". oopsy. silly lil me. that wasnt the actual statement, was it? well, i retract my earlier statement "most males are despicable, low-down creatures". i talked to Amanda and Diana on the phone, and msged Kum too, and Amanda and Kum gave me advice and Diana made me laugh alot alot, so i feel better now. thanks y'all. *hugz* good friends, y'all are. and i was talking to a friend just now, but coz of the story that im gonna tell soon i cant mention the person's name. the person would get pissy and angry with me if i used his actual name coz he thinks that its embarrasing for me to be publicly announcing this shameful&scandalous story to the world. personally, i think its not humiliating at all, but to each his own i spose. so. we shall call this person.. Chunky Boots. now, i was talking to Chunky boots on the phone just now, and then he needed to take a crap. so i thought that he'd hang up, but instead he switched lines and proceeded to continue talking to me as he took a mighty fine dump. and then later i heard the toilet flush, and i realised that just a few senconds earlier he'd just wiped up his arsehole while talking to me. eww. ew, Chunky Boots, eww! Chunky Boots. i like the sound of that. i shall name my pet cat in the future Chunky Boots. "chunky Boots, Chunky Boots!! here kittykittykittykittykittykittykittykittykittykitty.. time to eat yer mice and watch some telly with me kittykittykittykittykitty.. Chunky Boots, Chunky Boots! come to momomy!!" and with a *mreeowwrr!*, Chunky Boots will leap into my arms, and we'll go into the house and watch some spongebob squarepants, or smth. coz Chunky Boots can so relate to spongebob's pet sea-snail Gary(Ednaaaaa, ynoe ynoe! *nudgenudge*), ynoe, who mews too. i should totally be like, a writer or smth. like enid blyton. ynoe, it took me forever to realise that ol enid blyton was a woman. dudes, that woman is immortal. i mean, she just keeps writing and writing and putting all these books out but she just never ever dies, ynoe? and just like how it took me bloody ages for me to find out that tweety was a male. i mean, seriously man, wassup with the voice la. they should make him more.. manly? more.. male? more.. meminine?(ynoe, the male versh of feminine) anyways. i caught the "are you hot?" finals last night, and i said a shitload of stuff just now, but now i simply cant be bothered to retype it all. too bad. i said alot, too. now i know y'all be cryin, but y'all dont be cryin too hard, y'hear? anyways. im meeting Amanda, Diana and Sara tmr! Diana's leaving for thailand on wednesday, see. damn. i wish i could just jet off and go shopping til my guts fall out. but i cant, im bloody stuck here, see. adn then on wednesday im meeting Kum and Jan. Jan wants to watch Brother Bear, but Kum and i arent telling her til then that we dont intend to watch it coz Kum's broke and i dont wanna be spending my moolah on an evil disney flick. dont get me wrong brudda bear, i think that all disney flicks are evil, even my beloved lil mermaid. and y'all knowing how much i love lil mermaid. plus, im saving up to buy clothes, if thats possible. coz i'll just spend my money, somehow. i've decided that i'll go out with extremely limited money so that i cant spend the rest of my cash. ha! and then on thursday, i'll be going with Amanda and Sara to sentosa. if it doesnt rain, that is. and then i can get my much-needed even tan. and then i'll get my pretty tan and wear my pretty white beach dress and look all, ya guess it, pretty!! ding ding! another mermaid here.
anyways. here's a list of friends that i have gotta meet over the hols. and im listing em down here in case i lose the actual physical list(which is written on a flimsy piece of paper that has a grey piccie of tp in the background). for my benefit, and not for yours, here it is in alphabetical order: Alex papa&co Alvin&co Clifford brudda Dasson&co Dior Edna Eugene munkle Fang&co Jason Riley Jieyao Jing Jon Kevin Kum Nadiah Ridz Rishi Rui&co Sascha twinny Shameena&co Shingz Sebastian Xianz Zairina Zhi yang crikey. it's 6am already. time to go and wash my hair. listening to: Tell Me by Smilez feat. Sounthstar. hahaha.. how bloody ironic the title is man, seriously. tell me. hahahaha.. and im listening to it on the radio, too. *guffaw* sorry. personal joke between me, myself, i and selected people-o.
spat vitriol @ 5:58 AM
xxx today has just been an accumulation of bad news. and by today i mean today, monday, aight. its all been bad news, and bad news abt the same thing, too. fuck man. i dont havta put up with this shit. fuckk. and that i havta hear it all from other sources, too. crap. im bloody pissed off now. frustrated, too. and pissed off. bloody hell man. i dont havta take this bullshit. i hope i dont cry. i hate all this. i hate having to swallow all this shit, sometimes even unknowingly. i hate everyone and everything. well. cept for Kum and Amanda and Diana and Gerald and Sara.(if i've left out people ynoe who you are and i love you) coz they're good people. Jon's good too, he tried to cheer me up and told me to go download Gunbound to play. but i hate everyone and everything else. crappit. fucking shit. this is all bullshit man. fucking hell. the more i think abt it the more riled up i get. i wanna strangle something. throttle throttle throttle. godd i hate all this assholic bullcrap. im just simmering and simmering right now, slowly coming to a boil, but im not venting it. and its bad for my health. not letting all this fucking crap outta my system is bad for my health. blogging is not the answer, smashing stuff is. am i wrong to make this statement? MOST males are despicable, low-down creatures. i'll probably regret saying this later but i gotta rant. and then i gotta rant some more. fuck man. life's a bitch. a bitch. and then you motherfuckin die a penniless, miserable, loveless, sonofabitch. i hope i feel better soon. as opposed to getting majorly pissed off and goin around on a killing rampage. listening to: Drive by Incubus. Nowhere Fast will play after this song and it'll hopefully make me feel a lil better. "so if i decide to waiver my chance to be one of the hive? will i choose water over wine and hold my own and drive?? its driven me before and it seems to be the way that everyone else gets around. lately, im becoming to find that when i drive myself my light is found."
spat vitriol @ 12:19 AM
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Monday, December 08, 2003 [this entry is *sorta* dedicated to Kum, coz we've known each other for yonks and i love her so. my lil flower cow!!] anyways. im rather bugged right here and now by smth. im bugged, and mebbe even a lil annoyed abt the whole affair, but i cant and wont blog abt it. blistering bloody barnacles. onwards. Kum just told a couple of days back that we've known each other for 6 years, and that next year would be our 7th year. i was like, whoah!! far out!! coz i mean, seriously, there i was thinking all along that the barker guys(Dasson, Janmeet, Chai and Sundeep) were the friends i knew the longest(1 and 3/4 year) and that mebbe i knew Shujin for pretty long as well(4 or 5 years).. but i'd completely forgotten abt my secondary school friends, and my primary school mates as well. tho there're not many to count from primary school, mebbe only one, Yujing! i reckon i've known her for abt 7 or 8 hefty years and we were kinda close back then. she's back from aussie and i will meet her.. yayy! but anyways. back to Kum. she's read my blog and she wants me to write abt her. i quote her sms(i kept it in case i forgot that im sposed to dedicate a blog entry of sorts to her): "Maddie... Can you write about me in your blog pls... Thanks!" so here i am, writing all of this down with such vigour, whether some of you give a bloody damn or not, simply coz i've known Kum for 6 goddamn years!! and we were so tight, and i loved(and still do) her tons, and we still tell each other stuff. so. we gotta know each other in secondary one, thru netball i think. ahh.. netball.. how it unified us all. *ptooey* and then we got close and everything, mainly coz we had quite smiliar mindsets abt how the world worked and all. plus, talked abt our flaws alot and clothes we wanted to buy and crap like that. ynoe. bad hair days(back then it was just a matter of bad or badder hair days. no good hair days, ever) and how hairy we were and how our grades were sucha pain and ooh! this roxy top was so cool! or how we always wanted to change our damn schoolbags but never did. we were always skinny then(things have changed for me, rather unfortunately), but she was always skinnier. bag of bones, she was. and still is. she's so damn light i could huff, and puff, and blow her body away. but i hasten to add that she's a pretty bag of bones. plus she laughs at everything, whether its funny or not. godd im smiling now, thinking of her giggling and laughing it away. yea, she giggles. one of those really girly giggles, too. i dont know how she does it. you dont wanna hear me giggle. hell, i dont wanna hear me giggle. Tickle-Me-Kum, eh. but anyways. we were the slackers of our class, even tho we thought we were intelligent. we'd talk abt how damn stupid other people were. ironic, ironic. there came a point when we were doing badly for our exams(and we had to retake our sec3 exams, pass, or get expelled from school) and then we questioned our 'intelligence'. then we did really well for our re-exams(we scored the highest for our chemistry exams. she beat me by a few marks, but she was 1st and was 2nd and our marks were in the 80+ mark range) and our egos bounced right back(we're resilient souls) and we continued thinking that we were intelligent heh. im glad to say that she did alright for her o's, but unfortunately i did the lousiest and the worst in the entire sec4 level for my o's. i got an A1 for my english but i failed my lit? weird, but true. ripley's belive it or not! ynoe, i should probably appreciate my place in tp doing interior and architecture design. but anyways. Kum and i were so slack, and our classes were next to each other, and sometimes we'd plan what time to come out so that we could meet in the toilet and yak. and i'd sit on the sinktop, and she'd be combing her hair(no point combing mine, it wouldnt make a bloody difference), and we'd be talking or gossiping or bitching abt people and things and.. stuff teenage girls talk, gossip or bitch abt. or we'd wait for each other so that we could go for recess together. or we'd be busy copying homework in the morning before and after flag-raising. i remember one time during sec4(sec4 classes were on the top floor then) i was copying homework while we all made our way up. i'd be using a file and the stairway walls as we made our way up for backing so that my handwriting wouldnt be too shitty. omg. good times. we did so much dumb shit in school man. then after we graduated(if you can call it that), she went to jc, and i went to poly, and we hardly kept in touch. and even when we did, we couldnt really connect. it was as if alluva sudden, we were on different wavelengths, and i felt a genuine sense of loss then. i was thinking, "is this how its gonna be forever?" coz truly, i cringe to say it, but we were bestest best friends. sounds so kiddy, but yeahh. and it was an awesome friendship, too. so when after a few comnths of us being in different schhol and we couldnt talk anymore, i felt pretty sad. had my own mourning lil rituals and shit. nahh.. just kiddin abt the mourning rituals, but yea you dig me, i was sad la. gradually, i grew accustomed to not having her around, she had her friends and i had mine, and we lived our lives as we should or shouldnt do. but recently, we got started talking again. i cant remember how or why, but it was pretty cool. i was genuinely pleased to hear from her, and i wanted to know what she'd been up to all this while.(more years than a while, but screw the technicalities, really) and nowadays we've been smsing each other the latest developments in each others's lives, and any lil thing we'd tell each other. she talks to me abt her boyfriend, i tell her abt my non-existent one, and its all good. but anyways. im not exactly sure what Kum wanted me to write, she didnt specify(as you can tell from her sms) but i spose that at the end of it all i just hope that she's a friend i wouldnt wanna lose, ever. and that i love her loads, and i hope she loves me too! and that even if she's too bony to hug, she can look forward *heheheh* to me still hugging and squeezing her pretty much to death, coz we're BESTEST BEST FRIENDS!! aight i dont know abt the bestest best friends thang, but i hope that we'll always be close la, yeahh. love ya Kum!!!! lets meet up soon.(does that rhyme or wot?) im seeing her this wednesday, actually. *hugz* with Janice, too. ooh. we talked loads abt our parents too, and how similar they were. i've only got one parent, but it seemed as tho mine was a combo of both her mom and dad. things like how our parents always wanted us to 'make sure that the doors were latched' or that 'the windows were closed', or weird coincidences in the way they scolded us, or how they nagged us frequently to unglue ourselves from the phones, yada yada. i do believe that it was with Kum that i broke my phone record. we were both at home, and we yakked for 9 hours straight. we talked from like 9+pm all the way til 6am the next morning. at the end of it all we were so shagged but it was so cool! nine bloody hours, man!! Kum loved pretty things. pink and purple things, girly and feminine articles, fluffy and poofy thingys, hearts and dolphins, pretty and sparkly items.. actually, so do i, but i suspect that she likes em more than i do, if thats possible. we still love pink alot, bit it really is such a gorgeous colour, dahlin. we also wrote tons of notes and letters to each other. we used tons of colourful pens(ou could go blind on the glitter and sparkles), and we doodled on our notes to each other. she drew dolphins, and she thought that her dolphins were really really pretty. *cough* sure they are, Kum. yea, they are. the next line would be a typical way of signing off our notes to each other: gtg, spaceless(remember 'spaceless', Kum?? haha). ciaoz. so well, gtg, spaceless. ciaoz. listening to: Daughters by John Mayer postscriptum: im still a lil bugged. i think that i'll call Kum and tell her abt it. *buggy buggy*
spat vitriol @ 8:51 PM
xxx im up now, and i dont know why. i mean, i slept at like, one. and i woke up at 5.45am. why? why?? mebbe it was coz i needed to take a piss. but whatever it is, i was up, and i decided to blog since blogger was screwing up on me last night. i know blogger was screwing up and that it wasnt my spastic com instead messing with me coz i was talkin to Amanda last night and she couldnt access blogger either. hooha! so. anyways. a tad embarrassing, but turns out that my family 'agenda' for meeting up last night was to celebrate my cousin's husband's birthday. but i had to put up with some shit anyways. it never ceases to amaze me how when you simply keep quiet you see things in a new and clear light as yer more occupied observing things than talking. plus, keeping quiet enables you to analyse yer new-found findings. it especially helps when the surrounding people cant shut their yaps up so that it'll seem less conspicuous that im actually using my brain at an event where on the surface, using yer brain is sposed to be disallowed but where beneath the surface, brains are churning with scheming cunningness. i was real quiet during the entire time coz 1)i was pooped out and 2)i had nothing to say to anybody. and my boisterous, wine-drinking, catholic uncle was so impressed by that, mainly coz i put my vocabulary to use when talking to him(more on the vocab thang later) and also coz i used my words sparingly(i was tired, aight) when answering him. i figured at the end of the day that the reason he was so impressed by my 'attitude' and all(dudes, he called me 'first class', kept talking and talking to me the entire night, and made me listen, it not watch, the BeeGees dvd he was so fascinated with. also, The Eagles.) was coz he's so naturally loud and obtrusive that when the next thinking person comes along, all quiet and who uses her words sparingly, and appears to answer intelligently(when she could just be pooped out and tired instead), he gets impressed by it. he was also talking to me abt catholicism. i shant comment on how i felt while he was talking to me abt it, leaning over me and talking with spittle flying, with his really strong wine-breath wafting up my nostrils and all. no, i shant. i'll tell you what we talked abt instead, tho. he was asking me what i'd be doing this christmas, and i knew right there and then that he was gonna broach the subject on church. he was tentative abt talking abt it at first coz he didnt know how my reaction would be like, i could tell, but when i told him that i'd just be going out with my friends or smth on christmas, he got a lil bolder and said that churches have carolling and parties and stuff. i responded by telling him that i dont carol, i cant sing, and i also mentioned that i didnt do all this christmas church stuff coz 1)there was no reason for me to be doing all this if i didnt have the faith in the first place and that 2)i didnt like people who went to church and all that even tho they dont have the faith themselves so in a sense, i wanted to practise what i preached. he was telling me that he only got baptised when he was real old(50+, mebbe?) and that he never believe in catholicism even tho his wife was catholic. and coz he wasnt catholic, he didnt impose it on his 3 children to be catholics either, he believed that it was up to em to decide what religion they wanted to take.(he told me the story abt how his youngest son wanted to be catholic when he was 9 and how he got so pissed off, and i found it vaguely ironic, but anyways.) he told me that its a personal thing, and i agreed with him, saying that yes, it is indeed a "personal" thing(hinting that he shouldnt be trying to force it on me, then) and it was "individualistic" and that "it was up to the person if he wants to accept the religion or not", and that there no point in dogged and peremptory evangelism coz it just irks me(another hint there). he also said that he went to church occasionally in the past, but only to attend christmas events and all with his wife. he said that he was' intellectual' abt the religion then, and then proceeded to insult my intelligence by asking me if i understood what he meant by being 'intellectual'. i was like, "theology.", just as he was abt to begin a lengthy explanation abt being 'intellectual' abt the religion, and i suspect that he got caught a bit off-guard coz i knew the word theology. whoo. and then he told me that when it comes to religion, that you basically cant dissect it and analyse it, it becomes more of a philosophy in the end. i agreed with him, and he felt proud of himself tho he tried not to show it. i do agree with that, tho, by the way. and one thing i found extremely laughable was his humble beginnings at attending church. he told me that his wife told me to try going to church, coz after all the place was very "big, nice and fully air-conditioned". i thought to myself then, "so we should start off visiting the hosue of the lord coz its fully air-conditioned?" i would've smirked right there and then but i think that my face was too tired to manifest any form of expression. well. whatever it was, my uncle got a tad sloshy with all that wine and i kinda didnt like it when he leaned over so close to me(personal space, dude. Amanda will completely understand) and when he put his arms on my shoulder and pulling me close to his side. it felt for those many moments that he was trying to more than an uncle to me, and i believe that it was simply paranoia on my part. i felt distinctly uncomfortable, but of course i couldnt show it, that'd be rude, especially when he was trying to show an interests in his guests(thats us) be good-natured. anyways. my other uncle also had hidden connotations when he spoke to me, i could tell, and i just answered him with hidden meanings, as well. i dont care if he got it or not, coz all this just annoys me to hell. for god's sake cant you just speak properly and straight forwardly without inserting lil implications in yer words?? i mean, seriously, man. its all like this conspiracy or smth, and if you can catch the words yer in it, and if you cant yer just a dumbass so you go sit outta the exclusive circle of conspiratorial madness. that wouldnt be so bad, but my mom's roped me into it, and sometimes there're underhanded and attacks on her as well(and she's unaware of it) and i gotta defend the cause, man. dinner wasnt bad, i spose. there was shark's fin and stuff. im not sposed to be eating shark's fin(i've got the anti-shark's fin soup campaign postcards up on my school locker with me writing on em in bold "save the sharks!") but there i was, slurping it all down with gusto. i am so ashamed of myself. hence, to lessen the burden of this guilt on my shoulders, visit this site on saving our sharks. sea shepherd. anyways. the vocab thang i mentioned earlier. extensive vocabulary+speaking in selected phrases and in a particular way can be useful occasionally. its nothing much, really. just a lil tactic. to 1)con my family members into thinking that im so worldly and everything and 2)to shut em up(coz im so worldly and all that , ynoe), especially when they dont understand the words. example: when my boisterous uncle asked me if i listened to the Beegees or Eagles, and he was smiling at me with a really keen and eager look on his face, i told him that its all an "acquired taste". and he got impressed by that(i cant fanthom why, really), and he shouted out loud for everybody to hear, "wahh look at this girl man! she knows how to use her words properly!!" and he beamed at me happily. so. the 'extensive vocabulary+speaking in selected phrases and in a particular way' thang does indeed work, and it also assists in making em thinking that my mom's done a great job, bringing up such a smart, intelligent daughter when in reality im just a slobbish underachiever and a lazy bugger who's a couch potato by night and a bed potato by day. anyways. family drama and superficialities aside. *blergh* i absolutely adore my cousin's daughter, Elaine. she should be calling me auntie, but i cant take that and i want her to call me jie-jie. she's three and she has the largest eyes and the smoothest ebony hair(damn i want hair like that). she also dances like one of those battery-operated jiggy flowers with a guitar who sway from side to side shaking their booties. Elaine's just bloody fucking lovable, she is. i danced with her, jumped up and down and around with her, played catching with her by pretending to be a monster and chasing her around, covered my ears when she screamed when i was chasing her(christ she's loud), tickled her, let her play hairdresser with my hair(her mom told me that she was tangling my hair but i didnt give a damn), carried her in my arms and swung her around, piggybacked her, hugged her.. i think thats abt it. when we all headed for home we hugged each other and she kissed me! omg. seriously. and she went, "mwahh!" when she did. fucking adorable man! i kissed her back and i think that if i spent more time with her i'd just love her so so so much. one reason i went quite crazy and mad with her was coz the entire family event was so overly-grown up and boringgg that when i gotta play with her the lil kiddy inside me was unleashed(and we all know that its right there, dont we?) and it was so exhilarating. man that kid has stamina when she runs. she'd be a good ad for duracell.. coz she never ever runs down. i love her!! i will play with her to death. umm. in a good way. moving on. there's this r&b song i like right now, but the name of the people who sing it is just too complicated for me to remember it. the title's got 'faithful' in it, if that helps. there's a jumble of lyrics that i remember from the song. here it is: 1)all the ladieez with the long hair put yer hands up! 2)engine engine number 9, on the new york transit line, if my train goes off the track, pick it up pick it up pick it up pick it UP yea!! 3)heyyy hooo(its not 'hoo', its 'ho' dragged out) heyyyy hoooo heyyyy hoooo 4)hey ladieez! fellas! ladieez! fellas!.. of course, all the lyrics i mentioned above could be any damn r&b song, except that i think the engine engine number 9 bit makes it a tad distinctive. good song. its got me goin like dmx's "party up". listening to: Powerless by Nelly Furtado. postscriputm: there was this one time i was listening to perfect 10's morning show and they took a dig at 98.0fm, saying, "hey, this song should be perfect 10's theme song. coz w're powerless. powerless, ynoe. we're powerless." i thought that was really rather amusing, coz ynoe 98.0fm is also called power 98. its fashionable to be blatantly dissing yer rivals now, huh. im so square, i dont know la.
spat vitriol @ 7:38 AM
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Sunday, December 07, 2003 bloody hell. annoying man. my last entry didnt show so its just retarded, it says Sat Dec 6th 7:03am but i just re-posted it so its actually posted now. am i making sense? anyways. okie dokeeees.. i just got home abt half an hour ago. i was out with Donovannn. we met up last night and we watched Elf and omg.. it is a motherfuckin piece of bullcrock. i am so not kidding. the reviews for it were not too bad so i went to catch it and.. dang it!! it was excruciating! it was too.. goody goody. not even in a funny way, either. i guess this bloody explains why we singaporeans dont know who will farrell(christ is that even the damn elf's name?) is. he just aint good enough for our shores, babe. seriously dudes. dont watch Elf. watch brudda bear. watch love actually. watch anything else except elf. trust me. if you choose to resist my advice and watch the movie, bring along some weapon of torture(a knife, a whip, a gun, a mobile with downloaded techno para para ringtones in it) so that you can whakc yerself up in the vmoe for 1)realising that the movie is bloody goddamn awful 2)not listening to me, the great maddie. for that you should whack yerself 3)torturing yerself is more interesting than the movie. listen to maddie. desisit from watching Elf. you'll be a happier person. i was thinking that i should be a movie director, and direct a film titled "Revenge of the Elves". imagine this: you've got the elves who help the shoemaker make the shoes at night while he's sleeping yea. but one day they just get so pissed off they yell in their lil elfish voices, "dammit! this cobbler is one helluva lazy arsehole!! we gotta make the shoes for him all night long and he doesnt even bloody thank us! bloody lazy wanker!!" and then they use their lil tools for making shoes and whack the life outta the cobbler, nailing him and whatnot, and the cobbler wakes up screaming in pain coz well, he's got holes in him and shit, and he's in pain. but do these elves stop?? nooo.. of course not. we know that elvesa are persevering, determined lil creatures when they wanna be! good for em!! so they just basically cobble the lazy shoemaker to death. and his epitaph will read "Cobbles.. the cobbler who got cobbled to death while not cobbling." moral of the story? answer: dont be a lazy fuckhead and do yer work when need be. also, give credit where credit's due. example: thank elves when you gotta, or they'll nail you to death. this is just one of the stories i'll feature in Revenge of the Elves". i think it rawwwkks. it'll be awesome. it'll rake in the big bucks.. i'll be RICH!! *ding-ding!* anyways. i've been eating lots, like i said before. and i've only been eating at night. baaaad. then i dont get to burn off the calories and stuff.(wait. then again, i AM sleeping in the day, how do i burn off my calories? umm. anyways.) i ate pasta at pasta mania before our movie at like 9+pm, and then after the movie we wenta newton and coz Donovan's sucha lightweight and his stomach cant hold lotsa food, i ate my $3 hokkien mee 6/7th of the $10 stingray we bought. scary how i can eat so much in just a couple of hours. i'll just blame it on my period that's coming aight.(even tho it wont be here for, what, another 2 more weeks? pssh.) anyways. then Donovan and i wenta east coast after i scarfed down my food at newton and we chilled there til like, 7am. and then we had to leave coz it was getting bright and the.. sun.. hurts.. me.. and my.. eyes.. burninggg.. and guess what? we bloody couldnt get out of the fuckin carpark coz the standard chartered run was on and they'd sealed up the carpark so that no cars would mow down any of the runners. seriously, some of the runners deserved to banged down. they ran.. soo.. motherfuckin.. slowly.. that.. even as.. i watch em.. my breathing.. slowed down as.. well.. and i nearly.. died.. from lack of.. oxygen.. to the.. brain.. yeahh.. check it.. it was this.. slowwww.. .. .. okay deep breaths now. breathe. so we couldnt get outta the carpark til like, 9+am and it was just so annoying, coz it was getting warm in the car and watching those runners jog along at their own leisurely pace and grabbing the water bottles that were provided, drinking em and then littering the entire area, and then spitting all over the place was.. not very pleasing to the eyes la, yea. and then we wenta parkway to chill out and stuff and then i just got home. oh yeah, did i forget to add that my mom was like, getting pretty damn pissed off? here, lemme number em so that you'll be able to see clearly. *i can see clearly now the rain has gonnnnne i can see all obstacles in my wayyyyyy* 1)i still wasnt home after so many hours out. 2)she was worried coz she thought smth happened to me. she always does. i dont know why. does it seem like im inadequate or unequipped to take care of myself or smth? *haiii-yaaaaaakkk!!* attackers, beware!! i will viciously pound yer flaccid, useless willies to a small mush of meaty pulp! medium-rare or well-done? 3)she suspects that i was hanky-pankying with Donovan. which i wasnt, so im completely guilt-free and i can throw it all back in her face later if she demands to know what i've been doing the entire night. info i will *quite* gladly volunteer, just ask me nicely, mom. 4)im not home, so she's worried, so she cant sleep, so she gets cranky, so she takes it out on me.. there you have it. lovely vicious cycle, really. it doesnt even matter if she calls me to check on me to make sure that im alive and kicking and not lying in some hotel all concussed, i have to be at home before she claims that she can sleep. and dudes, even when im at home she doesnt sleep til 4 or 5am, mebbe even later than that, mebbe even later than when i go to sleep. once i even told her, "next time im out and you call me and tell me that you cant go to sleep, remember now. yer still not asleep and its 5am." and she just kept quiet. but nooo.. just dont take my advice ynoe. its okayy. just call me up and blame me for yer insomnia. its coooool. i love being a scapegoat. its sucha turn-on that i never fail to orgasm every single time. anyways. i came home, expecting a whopping, and then i realised that.. she wasnt home!!! nananananana!! i was like, overcome with joy, i just kinda whooped and was filled with this sorta triumph, ynoe. but since i've been typing up this entry, she got home, and i still didnt get a whopping, mainly coz i was extremely calm and answered all her interrogations in a rational, cool manner. im too cool la seriously. but anyways. thats what i do every time now when im expecting her to blow up(most times its when i come home late and she's not happy). i brace myself for the attack, get all calm and ready with my answers so that she cant counter my answers, sound and be rational coz she's so irrational she doesnt know how to handle it when im rational, and look her in the eye when i answer her. ta-daa! let off scot free!! which is what happened today. im too good la, seriously. dont be messing with the pro man.. coz the pro will be messing with you. yeahh i was like, ynoe, talking abt myself, ynoe, yeahh. well. anyways. i wont be able to get proper sleep today coz im sposed to go over to my cousin's place for dinner tonight. she called me when i was at parkway with Doovan and asked me to go over for dinner tonight. im quite alright with that, really, i dont feel so tired, and a few hours sleep will be able to get me thru the night. i just wonder.. what's on the agenda tonight? she only invited my mom and i and another family along. family politics, ynoe ynoe. seriously. we shall see, we shall see. everything's all so underhanded, my mom's got a role to play in the family drama as well, and i get roped in. gotta assist my mom, after all. my family members's weakness is that they think that they're infallible. but the truth is that none of us. it is that pride and arrogance which will eventually lead them to their downfall. sound dramatic? well. it all is. tune in next entry to find out what happens next episode. its all ever-so-thrilling, ynoe. days of our lives, survivor, bachelor, move aside! maddie's family is in da house!! ooh! and Marilyn just called me and asked me what i wanted for christmas. i told her that its weird telling someone what you want for christmas, its just so weird and im not used to it, but she insisted, and so i told her perfume. she told me to specify which one, so i did. thank you marilynnnnn!!! thank you so so so much!!! so if things go as planned, i'll have a new perfume by the end of this year. now i just need my jeans, and a skirt, and a dye job, and a nude thong, and slippers, and a black bag, and.. more black tops! more clothes will do just fine, really. money and clothes are my favourite things. im sorry if im so materialistic i make you vomit, but i really do like these things. and im sure y'all do too, to some extent. well, at least the money bit. if any of you tell me that you dont like money even a lil teensy weensy itsy bitsy bit, then yer mother theresa in my eyes. or mebbe gandhi. omm. listening to: Candy Perfume Girl by Madonna. its a coincidence i swear that im listening to this song, after what Marilyn's sposed to get me for x'mas. hohoho.
spat vitriol @ 3:11 PM
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Saturday, December 06, 2003 im kinda.. bored. and feeling a tad knackered(amanda! knackered!! hoho) as well. its 6.30am but i dont exactly feel like sleeping yet. mebbe partially coz im still creeped out by the dark and the sun hasnt risen yet. it will in half an hour tho. i got this questionaire thingy from friendster. speaking of which, i've just collected 301 people. i wouldnt mention it coz i doubted that it'd actually happen, but i remember(yes i remember. go and buy 4D with these numbers: 1234. sure win aight) some time back, blogging and saying that i'd bloggit when it happened. so it happened. 301 friends. whee. wadever. onwards. questionaire time: Last car ride: thursday morning after Amanda's bday thang at phuture when Donovan gave me a ride back home. Last good cry: oho. 18 hours ago when my com screwed up on me, not allowing me to submit my supp, hence ensuring the fact that i shall have to repeat the module for another 6 fucking months when its next available. Last library book checked out: abt a month back, perhaps. The Dream of Reason by Anthony Gottlieb. Last movie watched: Master & Commander with Donovan. somehow, im not a great fan of ships.. Last book read: The Teardrop Story Woman by Catherine Lim. she's quite an excellent writer. accomplished, too. Last cuss word uttered: anything and everything goes, babe. *smirx* Last beverage drank: coke. goes with everythin, dunnit? and yes, i can taste the difference between coke and pepsi. its these taste buds i've got. very refined. Last food consumed: hot dog bun. ("hot cross buns! hot cross buns! see how they run! see how they.." oh wait. thats not it isit? i got the words mised up with 3 blind mice.) Last crush: im bloody telling you? oh wait.. no im not. *snorx* Last phone call: 2hours ago with Amanda. we talk. talktalktalktalktalktalktlak. Last TV show watched: some chang-er and hou yi bullshit on channel8 just now at 7pm. its the first time i caught it and that show is such absolute crap. seriously, dudes. on-screen chemistry between fann wong and christopher lee my sweet perky arse. the chemistry's so artificially saccharine you could get diabetes watching em act. Last shoes worn: must they be shoes? if so then my pink adidas grand prix ones bloody ages ago. if not specifically shoes then its my heels, last worn on wedneday night to thursay morning, at Amanda's thang. Last CD played: Nirvana by Nirvana. Last item bought: my tequila shots at phuture on wednesday night. Last download: sorry sweethearts, i dont dl any damn thing no more. 56k and limited resources on a retarded com dont make for a great combo. Last annoyance: at 12pm yesterday when my motherfucking piece of monkey ass com when it screwed up on me, preventing me from handing in my supp. i swear, its doing this on purpose. evil piece of junk. fuckk. Last disappointment: see above. *condescending sniff* Last soda drank: coke. coke. coke. and not the crystallised versh, either. Last thing written: a long list of friends that i have got to meet up with during my hols now. Last key used: macham i've got keys for everything la right. keys for my mobile, my car, my discman, my chastity belt.. pssh. last key used was my house key la, babe. Last words spoken: "bye" to Amanda dearest when we hung up at 4am. Last sleep: 13hours ago. Last IM: im assuming this means instant msg? nup i dont. Last ice cream eaten : earthquake!! last sunday.. i think.. with Donovan. Last time amused: when i was on the phone with Amanda just now. she amused me, i amused her, we amused each other. does it sound gay or wot? Last time wanting to die: it must've been eons ago. how abt more like when i wanted to kill someone and make that person die instead? thats more negotiable, aye. Last time hugged: i last hugged Donovan on thursday morning when he dropped me off at my place. Last chair sat in: this chair im sitting in right now, dumbass. Last lipstick used: my revlon's Absolutely Fabulous lipstick. that particular colour's called 'enrapture'. sweet. i gotta get myself more of those. get a whole truckload worth of those things, melt em down, and smear em all over my house. sweeeeet. Last time dancing: i was budging around at phuture on wed night. does that count? budging, not dancing, coz you can only move a mm to yer left or right when yer at phuture. remember that kiddies, its called budging. my word. give credit where credit's due yea. we learn smth new everyday. Last poster looked at: i.. cant.. remem..ber.... Last web page visited: asylum eclectica. 1 MINUTE AGO: typing up "i.. cant.. remem.. ber.." 1 HOUR AGO: painting my pretty toenails alternate colours of red*wine with everything* and dark maroon*vixen*. 1 DAY AGO (now): rushing up my fucking supp that didnt get submitted anyways. i love my life, ynoe? 1 WEEK AGO: christ man. bloody interrogation, this is. anyways. caught 2movies with Donovan while the others were out clubbing their guts out at zouk. 1 YEAR AGO: fuck. waddya think i am, some sorta calender loser? nothing else better to do but to remember all this shite? but lemme check.. last year december 6th was a friday, and i was over at Chai's. Janmeet, Sundeep and Mit were there, too. dont be lookin at me like that.. i kept an organiser, aight. sun's up. time to sleep, my preciousssssss.. listening to: Stand By Me by Oasis. i think i might really love Oasis.
spat vitriol @ 7:03 PM
xxx [all the stuff here is directly or indirectly linked to Asylum Eclectica. pretty damn good site for morbid lil trinkets.. i loike..]
and a family photo right here. say cheeeeese. aww!! lookit the adorable lil babies. i guess the reason why they look so adorable is coz they're pretty much dead. ynoe. i think im getting too nasty for my own good. here's a 'joke' from the site. please dont stone me to death. question: what did the blind, deaf and crippled kid get for christmas? answer: cancer. i know i know. dont get yer panties in a bunch and burn me at the stake or anythin yea. another joke here. but not as funny as the one above tho. pity. question: What did one necrophile say to the other? answer: let's go down to the morgue and have a cold one. these are tshirt designs from tshirt hell. quick, get a tshirt today! hohoho, merry christmas, everyone!
yeahh! what abt the good stuff? like gas chambers? anyways. i quote Hitler, who believed that he was under divine protection during the war. "I was eating my dinner in a trench with several comrades. Suddenly a voice seemed to be saying to me, 'Get up and go over there.' It was so clear and insistent that I obeyed automatically, as if it had been a military order. I rose at once to my feet and walked twenty yards along the trench carrying my dinner in its tin can with me. Then I sat down to go on eating, my mind being once more at rest. Hardly had I done so when a flash and deafening report came from the part of the trench I had just left. A stray shell had burst over the group in which I had been sitting, and every member of it was killed."
oh hell. i swear i laughed out loud at this one.
yeahh boys and girls(who am i to be dogmatic eh?). chop chop. finish up. who knows when yer next meal will be? and at last, a lil poem abt Death: Did you ever think, as a hearse went by, That you might be the next to die? They bury you down about six feet deep, Until the coffin begins to leak.. The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out. The worms play pinochle in your snout. They eat your eyes, they eat your nose, They eat the jelly between your toes. Your stomach turns a sickening green, And juice comes out like whipping cream. You scoop it out with a rusty spoon And shovel it in your mouth. ooh. im talking to Amanda now.. and i swear we've got a real psychic-telepathic connexion goin on. its so awesome! i love you Amanda! listening to: Request Line by Black Eyed Peas feat. Macy Gray
spat vitriol @ 2:39 AM
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Friday, December 05, 2003 thanksgiving was just over, wasnt it? happy belated thanksgiving, anyways.
hint: anyone recognise the main course? listening to: The Freshman by Verve Pipe
spat vitriol @ 10:19 PM
xxx well well. 9pm now. 11 hours after my submission deadline. and nope, i didnt hand it in. i'll just say it in one line: i didnt hand it in coz my com screwed up on me a million times, didnt save my presentation thrice and not properly downloading my photos so that now i'll have to retake my module again when its next available. tis cool, tis cool. i sound peachy, dont i? well i wasnt. i was so motherfuckin goddamn bloody pissed off. i was so pissed off i cried. not like, boo hoo hoo im gonna cry so hard i'll hiccup my lungs out. no, not like that. just angry tears ynoe. really angry, angry tears. i was quite furious, really. i was so motherfuckin pissed off with my com that i grabbed the most handy heavy thing i could find, which was my half-full 500ml bottle of revlon moisturiser, and smashed the sides of the monitor with it. a few times. i would've taken my oxford complete wordfinder(which is a dictionary for you neanderthals out there) and clouted it instead, but the damage would've been too obvious. my mom would freak out if she came in and saw the monitor lying on its side on the floor, blubbering away and spewing pretty blue sparks. so i simply whacked it with my tall bottle of moisturiser. its a huge bottle, i got it from thailand when i went over some time back, and i still havent finished using it all. its got a pink cap. ohh yes, i also bashed my com with my bottle of evian water too. the evian nomad ones that hold 750ml of water ynoe? yeahh. and my bottle was full when i used it as my weapon against computer incompetency. then i cried, (12pm and i was still tryna send my shite in man.. and couldnt) then i watched jackie chan the cartoon and i cheered up a lil. i ate half a fried chicken, wenta sleep, and then i woke up and now i have a sore throat. whee. ooh. Ridz just called me! he's a good friend to hang out with anytime you need a lil lameness in yer life. *hawhaw* i havent seen or spoken to him in yonks since he graduated from tp. he's like a small lil boy, but with lameass jokes. he's got bloody infectious laughter, and when he called me just now he made me laugh a lil. which is good. coz being own-and-out gloomy just aint my style, baby. im still a lil out, but it'll havta do. i think i need a lil prozac. ynoe. a shot of happiness to the head. people have their drink, i've got my prozac. well, not yet i dont. mebbe soon i will. ynoe. i sorta wanted to blog earlier, but i simply wasnt in the mood. what irks me(and somewhat puzzles me) is how bloggers can blog when they dont feel like it at all, or if they arent in the mood for it. what's the problem, you ask? well. the problem is this. they just type in smth like, "i dont feel much like blogging so this'll have to do." and thats it. thats their entry for the day or wadever. or they'll just say, "im not in the mood to blog." and thats one post down pat. i cant exactly say why, but it sorta bugs me. its as if the blogger wants to tell his/her readers, "i really dont wanna blog today, i had a bad day, my girlfriend didnt wanna screw me/im preganant(answer depends mainly on yer sex), but i'll just leave a post that isnt even half-decent and doesnt reflect a single thing abt why and how my day went and just type in a sentence to cheat the system and satisfy y'all." thats what the person thinks. but in reality, what the readers are thinking is this, "the least you could've done is at least added a lil comment or smth you prick. why the fuck would i wanna read a sentence which tells me jackshit abt yer day?? as it is, the only reason i read yer blog is coz im obliged to coz you owe me money and i wanna check up on yer spending habits/i wanna check up on you and see if yer cheating on me(answer depends mainly on yer sex). godd. what an assholic imbecile." appearance versus reality. wadever, maddie. i shall just go now and drink more cough medicine. throat.. hurts.. need more cough medicine.. *hackk*.. and coke.. *coughcough* listening to: Loose Rap by Aaliyah feat. Static from Palya.
spat vitriol @ 9:29 PM
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Thursday, December 04, 2003 anyways. so i met Eugene, and i went around getting my photos done. we wenta rosyth primary, coffee bean and his place for the shots. i actually wanted to get my shots at the french school near our homes, and this hospital, but i had to send in a formal letter and all that, and even then i wouldnt be able to take the photos done today, so i decided to let it go. pity. both places were really nice. we also went to bowen secondary, but the place was just a hunk of concrete, and bloody absolutely boring. i got back at abt 7.30pm coz he had to go for his btt, and i was spsoed to meet him after that coz i needed shots of the same places, but at night and in artificial light. but he just got home, and its really too late for those shots so im screwing it. i've walked alot today. we didnt take the bus. we just walked everywhere cozthe places were all within 'walking distance'. my lesson learnt today is that 'walking distance' is a very subjective matter, and quite relative, varifying from person to person. i mean, mebbe i could walk 2000km, but you could only walk a metre? but it wasnt so bad la. anyways. Kum called me today to ask me to go with her to the robinsons' sale at the expo but i couldnt make it coz i needed to take my photos. blergh. work is so boring i swear. i mean, i wish the entire globe just consisted of happy naked people who danced around trees and ate peaches all day long without fear of' terrorism' and the bad economy' and 'job shortages'. damn you, adam and eve! damn you, serpent of evil! if not we could all be happy naked people in the garden of eden. dammit!! i wonder if we really were in the garden of eden.. what would happen if females still menstruated.. *shudder* oh man. 11 more hours til my submission. cripes. i've taken the photos.. now i only hope that i can identify the bloody materials. hell this sucks big time man. crappit! i cant imagine what im gonna do if i ever really become an interior designer and architect in the future man. buildings would crumble.. whole empires would fall.. *evil laugh* Donovan's right. i could really put my talent to good use and kill alotta people. so much more convenient this way, too. hmm. anyways. i've just discovered that i've got this strange long welt on my right upper arm. it feels like how it would if i'd been caned by a long, thin rotan. thinner than yer average rotan.(which just reminds me of craig favid's album 'sleeker than your average') i wonder if i got it last night or just now or what. now that i think abt it, it looks like how it might look if i'd purposely dug in with my nail and scratched my skin in a line. but i didnt. weird. owell. pretty red linear welt. okayy. time to get back to work. well, kinda. wadever. *blergh* yuck. ick. pah. boo. urgh. erks. im ready now. listening to: U Got Nerve by Aaliyah
spat vitriol @ 10:32 PM
xxx more shit from my email. the following was a national day special, courtesy of the folks down at talking cock. words in [these brackets] are my own comments. yer a singaporean if: 1. Thanks to SMS, you have an extra large thumb. [i think i've got one. thanks to nintendo gameboy, too.] 2. Tks 2 SMS, u oso dun no how 2 spel n e mor. [no la, i stil noe how 2 spel k. dun anyhow say k u.] 3. You pat MRT and bus seats to cool them before you sit down. [no! these are the actions of those in the generation before mine aight!] 4. At lunch, you start discussing what to eat for dinner. [err.. quite true. our passion for food never ceases to amaze me.] 5. Your wedding photos include shots of you dressed up like Louis XIV, Michael Jackson, or Leonardo DiCaprio and Kate Winslet in Titanic. [i wouldnt know, im not married. but when, or if, i ever get married, i'll just stick to.. sensible things, thank you very much.] 6. When speaking to foreigners, you somehow feel a need to adopt an accent. (If you're a DJ, this happens even when you're not speaking to foreigners.) [raellay? wae slaang, heyy?? wae do?] 7. You won't raise your voice to protest policies, but you'll raise your fists to whack someone over Hello Kitty. [i happen to despise hello kitty, but wadever rocks yer boat man.] 8. You're forever talking about businesses you want to set up but will probably never get around to starting. [im not much of a entrepeneur meself, but i've got friends who've got really big plans. *ahemm*] 9. You don't know 3/4 of the people attending your wedding. [it might happen. if i got married. if. *shudder*] 10. You separate food into 2 basic groups: 'heaty' and 'cooling'. [heehee.. yeahh.. the accupuncturist within me speaks.] 11. You're never completely sure how many times you've sung the second verse of the National Anthem. [i.. cant.. remember the.. words.. maju..lah.. singaupra.. ehh..] 12. You think that what makes you 'married' is not the legal registration but whether you've thrown a 12 course dinner. [errmm.. again, i wouldnt know.] 13. You marry for the real estate breaks. [whoo! hell yeah!! big house big house!] 14. You have kids for the tax advantages. [yeahh. most probably. damn slobbering things.] 15. You move to where you want your child to go to school. [no wayy. i live in jurong, and my kid studies in ri.. "you can jolly walk to school, kid!"] 16. You feel you can't walk around naked in your own flat. [heyy i do. only with the windows closed. frosted windows. yayy!] 17. You force your children to take Speech & Drama classes, but pray they won't wind up in Arts later on. [i know parents like that. everyone's, mebbe?] 18. You suddenly realize you're very interested in biotech- just like you suddenly realized three years ago that you were very interested in e-commerce, and before that, engineering, and before that, medicine and law. [we are an aspiring nation.] 19. You think being an entrepreneur is setting up a bubble tea/Portuguese egg tart/gao luck/porridge shop right next to an existing bubble tea/Portuguese egg tart/gao luck/porridge shop. [like i said, we're an aspiring nation. big dreams, people.] 20. You think people are inconsiderate when they don't leave their table immediately after eating at the food court but think you have every right to take 25 bites to finish the last red bean in your ice kachang. [true, true. red beans can get VERY tough. chewy, too.] 21. You find it impossible to make suggestions without drawing a fishbone chart first. [eh?] 22. If you're a guy, whenever you get together with your guy friends, you invariably trade army stories. [i'd say 'get a life', but army boys cant.] 23. If you're a girl, whenever you get together with your girl friends, you invariably trade stories about how your stupid guy friends are forever trading army stories. [totally. die, army, just die. let the lil army boys free, let em run wild, with the wind blowing over their naked scalps.] 24. You think the most important sporting event in Singapore this year was David Beckham switching from Manchester United to Real Madrid. [err.. yeahh.. im sorry, im not a sports fab. but it was big news!! not my fault if the news was plastered everywhere.] 25. You somehow feel that food tastes better when eaten by a longkang. [im assuming here that we mean our great singapore river? yes. very scenic indeed.] 26. It actually makes a difference to you being called an 'NSMan' rather than a 'Reservist'. [i dont know, im not an NSman meself.] 27. You've eaten more times at the Esplanade than you've actually seen shows there. [not really, sweetheart.] 28. You need campaigns to tell you how to be courteous, to flush toilets, have sex, etc. [very unfortunately so. i came across a poster telling us to wash our hands after using the loo. i feel ashamed. very ashamed. coz i dont normally wash my hands after taking a piss, and that poster made me ever so guilty.. good god, i am so bloody kidding aight.] 29. When you visit the Zoo, you wonder what the animals taste like. [i walk on the streets, and i woner what human meat tastes like.] 30. You feel the urge to add the suffix '-polis' to everything, viz. Biopolis, Airtropolis, Fusionopolis, Entrepolis, etc. [..eh?] 31. You always feel oddly hungry at 11 pm, and are willing to drive to far away places for supper. [we singaporeans have got greatly expanable stomachs.] 32. You meet in hotels a lot. [its abnormal??] 33. Your children have a rudimentary knowledge of Tagalog or Bahasa Indonesia. [if i had a good memory, i'd probably know a decent bit of tagalog.] 34. You work at McDonald's when you're old rather than young. [i hope i wont have to. xXcross fingersXx] 35. You'll gladly spend $50,000 on a car, but will go to great lengths to save a few bucks on ERP charges or even a few cents on a parking coupon. [so completely true.. godd. we're misers, arent we?] 36. Pork floss and mayonnaise on bread is a completely natural combination to you. [rather!] 37. If you're pregnant, you have the strange ability to make people on the MRT fall asleep instantly. [i give up my seat. thank you very much.] 38. You ask for the bill by miming a signing movement. [i dont.. pay.. but even if i did, i'd call for the check or the bill. out loud.] 39. You've started referring to foreign employees as 'talent' instead of 'expatriates'. [they're just ang mohs to me. arent they?] 40. At the dinner table, you're always discussing which other food places serve better versions of what you're eating. [im quite guilty of this.] 41. You copy down licence plate numbers of cars involved in accidents. [i dont buy 4D but sure, if i did, i'd take down numbers.] 42. You think your boyfriend doesn't really love you unless he gives you part of his liver. [i swear this made me laugh out loud!! who could forget the andrea de cruz and pierre png episode? drama mamas at work.] 43. During sales, you book hotel rooms near malls to enable you to shop more efficiently. [omg.. seriously?? no way man1 is this an urban legend?] 44. You pronounce the letter 'R' as 'ah-rer' and the letter 'H' as 'haytch'. [i strongly dislike people who do the 'ah-rer' thing. i just wanna throttle em to death. it's "ar! ar! you fuckin moron! arrrrrrr!!" 45. No matter how old you are, you keep associating people with their secondary schools. (alternative: No matter how old you are, you secretly need to know what other people got for their PSLE, O levels and A levels.) [haha.. totally true.. i'll be 50, and i'll always think of people as ex-secondary people.] 46. You're always on a quest for the definitive version of your favourite local dish. [sometimes.. when i can be bothered.] 47. When you explain things to people, you keep (a) using alphabets, and (b) speaking in point form. [its a singaporean thing only? i know i do it, tho.] 48. You believe that you can generate 'creativity' through rules and committees. [yes. 'we gotta be in the box before we can think outta it'.. isnt that pretty much what they think?] 49. You 'chope' a seat by placing a packet of tissues on the chair. [and get my tissue paper stolen?? no way jose! but i've seen aunties do the choping thang la.] 50. You're very forthright with your criticisms of the Gahmen, unless there's a chance they might actually hear you. [omg. so completely true. we talk and talk ans talk, especially the generation before ours. but just say, "the walls have ears, uncle richard." they clam up as if they'd never opened their mouth all their lives.] 51. You diligently track the whereabouts of your favourite hawkers, i.e.. you know that the famous Tiong Bahru Bao is now in Jurong, the famous Outram Char Kuay Teow is now in Hong Lim Centre and the famous Lau Hock Kien Hokkien mee from the old Lau Pa Sat is now at Beach Road. [sorta. bad memory prevents this from happening. im not much of a foodie anyways.] 52. Your mother probably can't speak your 'mother tongue'. [no, actually, she can and i cant.] 53. You'd rather drink your own pee than pay someone more for water. [national pride!!!!!!!!!!!! drink our own piss, before we succumb to evil! freedom!!!!!! *Braveheart theme plays*] 54. You secretly find that the best part of the Speak Good English Movement is hearing the Singlish bits in their ads. [i personally havent heard the ads for myself.] 55. You have an automatic sensor in your head which categorizes people you meet into stayer/ quitter, cosmopolitan/heartlander, normal/express/gifted, etc. [yes. so right now, im a slacker who is a heartlander, was in express and an ex-scgs girl.] 56. You think we're living in a modern, sophisticated country even when our leaders still insist on wearing their school uniforms. [..really??] 57. You wish your constituency is in a walkover, because otherwise it's damn 'leceh'. [okayy no seriously, wadever.] 58. During elections, you decide that there is no credible opposition even though you don't know the name of the opposition candidate constituency. [i.. dont vote.. this is abt voting, right?] 59. You think having a constitution is like the condition you get when you don't eat enough fibre. [haha.. i donch know what you talking abt lar.] 60. You can never quite remember what "the core values" of Singaporeans are. [omg. we have 'core values'? no, im serious. we've got 'core values'? seriously? seriously.]
spat vitriol @ 9:52 PM
xxx aight. so i cheated. i had another 4hours of sleep from 8am to 12pm. and im gonna meet Eugene at 2pm. thing is, it looks like it might rain. dudes. seriously. fucking crapass hell if it rains today aight. i want those photos. i need those photos. its the last day i can take my photos man. im going downnnn if i dont have those photos, man. please dont do this to me.. lemme take my bloody photos.. anyways. just remembered. Diana and i kissed alot last night. like, we were standing outside phuture and she asked me if i dared to french her. so im like, d'oh of course! so we frenched. it was only for like 3 seconds. but i reckon i must be outta practice, it was a sloppy kiss. with saliva all over the place and everything. had to wipe up the surrounding mouth region after the kiss. ynoe. that kinda thang. and then when we were at the river, i kissed her on each cheek and on her lips, too. no frenching tho.. we've learnt our lesson there, havent we? i think i kissed her another time, but i really cant remember. and y'all, we werent having a fabulous make-out session coz we were drunk or anything, there were people around us, friends and strangers. we were just doing it for fun. kinda makes you wonder what we really do in our spare time, dunnit? *smirx* ynoe. when she puckers up her lips, they get really small. like a tiny lil rose. so cute. and no im not fancying her now, so no digs abt lesbian tendencies and all that aight. and i've completely nothing against lesbians and everything, unlike some homophobes out there. i just dont swing that way. *swing swing from the tangles of my heart is crushed by a former lovvvvvve* why did we kiss ah, Diana? but its okayy. i love you la hor.. ynoe right?? kiss then kill la, no problem right, coz i love you and you love meeeee. coz ynoe la, we this batch of scgs girls la, kiss kiss also at least never go for plastic surgery la, we all-natural lor ynoe ynoe. real eyes real cheeks real lips real tits. no need to change ic photo even hor coz when we walk on the street at least everyone still recognises us. *smirx* ya-ya sisterhood la Diana!! *wave pom poms wildly* we rawwwwkk la. who can deny that lor babe? support each other forever lor. harx. aight. kill the singlish y'all, kill the singlish. ooh. Amanda showed me the tiffany&co's catalogue last night. pretty things!! lotsa lotsa pretty pretty things! my dream is to procure alotta pretty things like these, and mebbe antiques and all, and then sell em off later on when i get bored of em or smth, and obtain a whole shitload of money from the transactions. of course, thats not actually possible in reality, so i'll just move on. but i do love money so, dont you? no worries, i wont be talking abt how i drool when i smell money, or how the pretty colours of the notes make me orgasm, or how seeing many many numbers on cheques gimme a high no drug can. *cough* all im gonna say is that money makes me very happy. just a certain sort of joy you get knowing that you've got money in yer pocket, wallet, bank accounts, piggy bank, drawers, udnerneath yer mattress, in yer suitcase that has a 10-number security lock, in the vault, and best of all, money's always good when its in yer hand and yer gonna actually use it to pay for smth. pretty clothes, boots, mobiles, guns, drugs, wadever. wadever rocks yer boats, dudes. and i gotta go meet Eugene soon. 20 more hours til i gotta hand in my crap. crappy supp, more like. i bid you adieu.(heehee that rhymes) adieu. listening to: My Way by Limp Bizkit. and nup, i didnt even buy their album. free pirated music off the net, everyone!! steal it while you can!!(especially since i doubt that the terrorist-fearing band will be popping down to singapore anytime soon.
spat vitriol @ 1:46 PM
xxx so tonight we went clubbing to like, celebrate Amanda's birthday. but i'd only gotten 4hours of sleep this afternoon and i was tired so i was kinda stoned. Amanda booked a hotel room at Copthorne and we all went up first to drink before heading down to phuture. i drank kahlua and.. kahlua.. and i got kinda high and i was talkin nonsense and yea. ynoe. the usual shit. my tolerance level for alcohol is really like, fuckin low. and i went really red in the face and when Diana took group shots i looked like a bloody drunkard but heyy, wadahell. most of the time when i take photos i looks possessed, so i guess its an improvement that i look like a drunkard rather than possessed, right??(its just this innate ability i've got to somehow look possessed in every damn photo i take, really. i mean, the exorcist is a kiddy film compared to my photos, man) so Amanda, Sara, Diana, Donovan, Gerald, Wilfred, Natalie, Pamela, Aisha and i were hanging around the hotel room drinking. then Amanda, Natalie, Pamela and Aisha went down to phuture first to drink before the rest of us did, we were still upstairs watching Charmed and drinking and chilling. godd Charmed was lame tonight. so coincidental that Donovan was calling me a bloody leprachaun coz im short or smth before we picked up Diana and went over to the hotel room, and when we got upstairs, the telly was one and so was Charmed, and leprachauns were the main theme of Charmed. i mean, dude, seriously, how bloody coincidental. just my luck. and Donovan. i am not a goddamn leprachaun! and leprachauns are irish, aight. and screw their gay rainbows and pots of gold. anyways. all of us were moving around alot the entire night and we never really stayed together much as a group coz phuture was so motherfuckin packed and zouk was playing lameass mambo music or smth. please. no one ever take me anywhere on mambo night. my ears couldnt even take one song. my ears!! and in fact, we were hardly with Amanda and her girlfriends the entire night, even tho it was her birthday. dammit. but seriously. phuture was packed. even more packed than last last week. *blergh* some guest dj was spinning and there were so many hip-hop people around it was crazy. also, lets see.. i bumped into Ollie, Cheryl, Rui, Sundeep, Zhi Yang and Dewi. Weihong and Yijian & co as well. i think thats abt it. Rui was sposed to buy me a drink but since i met him only after 12 there was no more 1 for 1 and he didnt wanna buy any more drinks. bloody. haha.. he was sayin that two of his exes were at phuture too.. godd that was funny. he was grinning when he told me. and as for Sundeep, man, the fella dyed his hair blond or bleached it or smth man. and i think he was pretty high when we bumped into each other, coz he was sayin that the place was full of beautiful girls, and that i was one of em, and that he was a beautiful person too. i didnt say anything, just continued leading him to the exit. i mean, what he was saying was true, after all. *ahemm* but i love Rui and i love Sundeep too. my barker bruddas! i love em all. harx. so anyways. i had 2 tequila shots at phuture, along with Sara, Gerald and Donovan, but they didnt affect me as much as the kahlua had. totally weird, considering what a piss-poor drinker i am. and Gerald spilled so much of his bloody tequila on me man. ohh yeahh.. he's now my brudda, too!! i shall soon have a vast collection of bruddas!!! so much funfunfunfunfun. Donovan and i spent alotta time sitting at the riverside and talking coz it was simply too packed inside and it was good, it was so quiet and peaceful outside with no one shoving us around and everything. godd. i hate shovey-dovey crowds. bloody wankers, all of em. wankers, y'hear me? punks!! anyways. i left abt at 4am with Donovan coz he was sending me home. the angel.(no monopoly of Hell for you dude, you've been too good) we stopped by a prata place near my house and we ate supper(breakfast?) first before he sent me back. by the way. injuries gained after tonight at phuture: 1)ciggie burn on my left arm above my elbow coz i was high and burned myself on Diana's fag. she also did not notice my arm rapidly approaching her cigarette. such lack of observance will get us into trouble one day. 2)the last toenail of my right foot broke off. must've been coz some fatass stomped on my foot. fatass. fatass. fatass. i also smoked tonight. a few puffs here and there, from Diana, Wilfred and Rui's fags. im glad to say that i actually took those few puffs coz now im truly convinced to stay off em. mainly coz the fags tasted like absolute crap. it was a slight relief to have the smoke in my lungs again, and to breathe it like i would air, but frankly man, it tasted like shit. anyways. abt my supp. im doin the anxious thang.. im gonna get it all done. it might turn out shitty, but at least i did it. i just hope that i can pull it all together. do a half-decent job, at least, ynoe? and if my work's alright, my lecturer had better not fail me. of i'll go dabble in some voodoo. bad voodoo. hey you never know, there might be good voodoo, right? its 6am now, and im giving myself another hour to surf around the net before i start doing my work. i've decided that i wont sleep til after 10am friday morning. so if i start my work at 7am later, i've got myself 27 glorious hours to finish my work. i hope its enough. im meeting Eugene at 1pm later to take the photos i need for my supp and the thing is, its gonna take all day coz i need photos of the places in daylight and at night in artificial light, crappit. wish me luck, y'all. coz this just sucks. i think that after i hand in my shit at 10 bloody am on friday i'll just conk out til saturday night or smth. christ. im gonna look a complete zombie on friday at 10am. which is quite cool. its quite interesting to see how far yer looks can detoriate without makeup, or if you dont get enough rest or proper nutrients and stuff. its like a "How Bad Can You Look?" project. with the gameshow host and everything. "HOW BAD.. CAN YOU LOOK?!?!" the gameshow host will declare in his booming voice. wadever. hell. that means that im gonna gonna have 4 hours of sleep for yesterday, today and tmr. woww. im just yer regular superwoman, huh. im so sleep-deprived, its not even funny right now. i mean, it never was funny, but now its even more unfunny. oh dammit. Chai left today for cambodia, but i forgot to meet up with him coza my supp and all. shit. i feel so guilty. i even forgot to call him to say goodbye, and i normally always have like, a long conversaation with him or smth before he leaves for thailand(or in this case, cambodia. samartian work, or smth. that boy is earning his brownie points with god i swear.) and also, as i speak, Amanda, Sara, Diana, Natalie and Wilfred are slacking at Copthorne right now. there is at least one piece of good news on this horizon of gloom i am descending upon. no, i didnt win the lottery. nup, no relatives died. or left me any money. nope nope, i cant hack the california's government's system and make myself governor. no way, i dont rule the universe. yet. the good news is this: i called my piano teacher this morning to tell her i cant make it coz i gotta do my supp(its the 3rd consecutive time im missing my lesson) and the unexpected good news was that.. coza her hols, i wont have piano lessons til january!!!!! ooh, blessed be!!!!! i wanted to just burst into song when she told me on the phone, but the leat i could do was at least to try and muffle the joy in my voice, even as she told me, "i'll only see you in january ynoe.' and me, asking with a sort of amazed wonder in my voice, but tryna dumb it down and make myself sound stupid instead, "huh. how come?" and trying to keep the elation and over-the-moon feeling i felt outta me as my teacher patiently explained why there were to be no more lessons til january. ee!! no piano lessons til january!! whee!!!!!!!!!!!! omg. bestest news ever!!!!! ever!!!! piss off, haydn and pachabel!! til january!! collect dustballs and dust bunnies, piano!! so. anyways. i'll just go and do my work now.(after i read thru my staple of web comics) *sniff* goodbye, cruel world. listening to: 7am Sessions(Thaisoul Sunrise Mix) by Physics. if you cant tell, im listening to this song coz its.. very symbolic of the situation i've got myself in at the mo. so 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Wednesday, December 03, 2003 note: if yer not Amanda, skip the following words in [[these brackets]]. [[Amanda Amanda.. i just wanna say.. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO AMANDAAAAAAAAAAAA HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!! *muacks* or mebbe.. *winkz*?? harx. i know its not for a day more, but who gives a bloody damn. not me! and i wanna wish you.. (lemme number em for more convenient reference) 1)many happy returns of the day 2)that all yer wishes will come true 3)that you'll get all the money you want(coz we know that money really makes the world go round and round and round the sun) 4)that you'll have all the clothes you wish to possess(we want more clothes we want more clothes!!) 5)all the tiffany&co rings you desire(show me the catalogue already!! all 100pages of it! *slobber*) 6)all the off days you want whenever you want em(then you can go out with us! umm. i mean, so you can rest, if yer boss reads this. coz you need SO much rest, yer such a tired ol soul, y'are, you really are..) 7)a modelling contract coz you really bloody deserve it(and then i can say, "hey i know a proper model! *ahem* she's tall AND pretty!! with legs up to her eyeballs!") 8)and a guy you'll really love and a guy who'll really love you!!(coz everyone knows yer so sweet and truly nice and 'feisty!' and that you dont deserve some teenage dirtbag who cant bloody appreciate you and yer long, pocahontas-like silky hair. even if he cant touch it ynoe. coz you wont let him. what he doesnt know wont kill him, and what doesnt kill him will make him stronger.. right?) 9)friends who will always be there for you, and that you dont have to put up with lying, scheming, hypocritical, frauds who put on facades pretending to be yer friend anymore. coz you deserve wayy better than that.(like moi, perhaps?? no la. im good but im not perfect, ynoe. *cough*) 10)and as a lil added bonus: you'll have less demanding, more understanding and intelligent customers at work. yer guy will have tons of moolah in his wallet, in his bank accounts and in his parents' accounts. and you'll always have some form of love in yer life, be it in family, friends, or other relationships. 10 wonderful things! for a truly wonderful friend!! *boa constrictor hugz* and remember that i love you lots and lots and that even tho we havent really known each other for eons, that i never expect to lose yer friendship, and that you can expect likewise. and that no matter what i'll always be by yer side.. damn im starting to sound lesbian. but you get my point. to be bound by our psychic-telepathic connection, occasional lameness, blindness, deafness, amnesiac and stuttering ways, intelligence and same-wavelength magique always!! magnifique! thats abt it.]] just read the papers that came in.. Limp Bizkit cancelled on singapore, man. also, the rest of south east asia. terrorism fears, they say. those of you who wanted to go but didnt coz you couldnt rake up the cash even after selling an arm/wasnt free/had work to do/parties to attend/wadever-else-i-dont-give-half-a-rats-ass-abt, goody. coz now ynoe that you wont be missing out on anything, unlike yer more unfortunate counterparts, who now hold useless tickets and will be expecting refunds soon. the only mosh pit they'll be attending is the mosh pit of refunds.(okayy wadever maddie) those of you who bought tickets tho, and was expecting to rock yer socks off tonight, tough luck lil buddy. life's a bitch. well, at least you've got their cds. rock on, rock on. and i've been online for a grand total of 16 hours today. well, yesterday and today, technically.(Amanda's all abt technicalities) i was online at abt 5pm yesterday(today being wednesday and all) and i've been online ever since, and its 9am right abt now, ladieez and gents. well, except at 3am when i went to go and bathe and wash my hair. then i was off for half an hour. and earlier on, even tho i was online, i wasnt at my com when i was watching punk'd at 9pm. so yeah, cut out an hour. aight. so mebbe i've been online for 15 and a 1/2 hours, but i've been sitting here for 15hours. wow. how many calories have i not burned?? i was talking to Amanda just now on the phone and i dont know what we were talking abt but i got into this lil crazy mood and i was doing icky baby voices and shite and going all high-pitched and squeaky and then i started laughing so hard(at myself coz i was cracking myself up) that i had to make my aircon 4 degrees colder to 21deg coz i started getting so warm. laughing too hard la, ynoe. heats the body up. and now im cold even tho i've turned it back up to 25deg im wearing my jacket. i like wearing my black jacket. its a lil shoddy to be worn out now(used to wear it when i was in scgs, thats how old this thing is) but i feel all comfy when im wearing it at home. plus, it covers up my fat and i feel good when i happen to lookit myself in the mirror. *grinz* gotta keep up an appearance ynoe. for the neighbours. righto. so. Amanda was also saying that the entry before this one is reeeeallllly long. but i dont give a damn. the conspiracies abt disney must be revealed!! the thought did cross my mind while i was reading thru that article abt child labour never to buy a disney product ever again. kinda like how vegetarians dont ever wanna eat meat ever again once they see how cows and chickens and pigs are slaughtered. but then i thought to myself, "i shouldnt make that promise. what if i wont be able to keep it?? coz, ynoe maddie, what if you see this really really fabby figurine/toy/thingy of ariel the lil mermaid and you really really gotta have it??.. but you cant, coz you made that promise to yerself to never to buy anything made by disney coza those children painting all this stuff with no hands coz the acetone ate em all away." so i decided not to make myself that promise, but to instead not to buy all this stuff as much as possible. which isnt that tough really. i'd rather spend my moolah on clothes and stuff than toys. im just hoping that there's no child labour involved when it comes to them clothes. i somehow doubt that the toy will come from disney coz 1)their cartoons keep becoming crappier and crappier. or mebbe im growing. wadever it is, i only care for ariel. and mebbe flounder. anyways. and 2)there're wayy other better lookin toys out there that arent over-commericalised and overhyped cartoons. like jappy cartoons and figurines and stuff. and just basically, non-disney stuff. onwards! away from despicable disney!(ooh!! alliteration!) im gonna skip me piano again later at 10.30am. yeapp. the third consecutive time and im gonna skip it. i'll be lucky if my piano teacher doesnt gimme the boot. coz she can, ynoe. its a marvel that she's even kept me for this long. and why am i intending to skip it? coz there's always(or most of the time, anyway) one or more reasons behind the things people do, or the actions people choose to take, right? yes indeedy do!! i do have a reason!! and my reason is that im doing.. WORK. okayy. timeout for 15mins while you pick up that jaw of yours, wipe up that spittle off yer chin, mop up all that drool on the floor, and start blinking again. dont want you to go blind, do we? yes sirree. im doing work. lord knows how long its been since i did a half-decent bit of it. i only started work at 5am so that explains why i'll be skippping piano. i wanna keep working til i lose steam. once i've got this.. zeal.. to work, i gotta keep working, lest i lose it. and we wouldnt want that, would we? i shouldnt sleep, and in fact right now i shouldnt be blogging in case after my blog i dont feel like working no more, but i doubt it and besides, i just couldnt resist doing up a tiny blog. okayy. so its not so tiny. wadever aight. but at least im doing work!!~ wow. im proud of myself. there's still shitloads to be done, but at least i've started. and im starting to get tired and braindead, and this is good.. just be braindead enough so that my mind cant wander off to other more engaging matters but not braindead enough so that i wont know what im doing. i'll just keep working and working til i collapse of exhaustion. quite fun, really. torturing myself for a good cause once in a while. no, really. mental sado-masochism, perhaps? ooh i like that. of course, once i realise that my work aint gonna be due on time i'll start to panic and then it wont be so fun anymore. ohh. and also, i wanna do all my work now so that i can go for Amanda's thang later at phuture with at least *some* ease of mind. im still unsure if im gonna be going for the after-party thang at the hotel tho. i think i'll just do as much work as i possibly can now, and if i feel that nothing more can be done then i'll go for the hotel thing too. and if i feel that even after the work i've done now, that i still can do some more(coz im working backwards. more on that later), then i'll only go to phuture but not the after-party. makes sense? i hope so. and abt me working backwards. see. basically for my supp, i gotta take photos of 3 built forms of commercial/educational/residental spaces. and from there, analyse the photos and state the materials used and yada yada all that info on the materials. so im working backwards. im finding out info on the most likely materials used and then summarising em all now and so that i wont have so much work to do later on. its a trial and error thing coz of course i dont know all the materials that're used in the photos, i dont have em photos yet, do i? its still been a lil tough plughing thru all the material available online and finding the relevant stuff but heyy, with this zeal i've got right now, who cares? i'll bulldoze it all man. no sweat. easy peasy. el comprendo? i hope so. i've drunk 3 cups of tea so far coz i dont have coffee. tea's great. marvellous drink, really. rather invigorating. on the first sip, it enters my tum-tum, and it makes me feel all warm and tingly inside. i love tea. i'd drink tea everyday. with 3 and a 1/2 teaspoons of sugar per cuppa. *sip* of course, then i'd get kinda addicted, wouldnt i? *sugar highhhh* so, would you say that im adding sugar to my tea, or tea to my sugar? have a spot of tea?! godd im fuckin retarded, aye. speakin of addicted. i havent smoked for 9 days. including today, wednesday. Diana had better not offer me a fag later on. i'll poke it in her eye. ya hear that, Diana?? but ai still lup chew lar ynoe ynoe. or Sara, either. Amanda was just telling me that Sara offered her a fag a few days back.. and Amanda's a non-smoker. i will not be spared. i'd tell Sara that i'd poke her in the eye with the fag if she offers one to me later, but sadly she doesnt read my blog. how bloody unfortunate. for me, of course. that Sara cannot grace my blog with her precious, dignified presence. if she knew i even said all that she'd come rushing over to take a peek i think. haw. bloody hell. i'd better get back to work la. im so braindead i could just go on blogging forever. but i must not! i.. must.. resist.. temptation..!! work i shall! and i lurrvvve Amanda. dont i, Amanda?? i will buy you a drink afterwards, after all! coz i love you! im cheap, but who am i to put a price on friendship, eh?? okayy shut up maddie. enough. kill it. now. pronto. listening to: Something's Missing by John Mayer. godd i love listening to his album Heavier Things in the morning. its so mellow and pleasant.
spat vitriol @ 9:38 AM
xxx okayy. blogger so totally screwed up on me today. 'Error 500', they called it. bullshit. its all a conspiracy!! an evil, manipulating, conniving, goddamned conspiracy!! so. now that im feeling better. i gotta say that i am officially fucked in the ass for my supp.WHY cant i find anything on masonry? isit so tough to gimme smth on wood? or provide a lil info, mebbe, on plastics?? why, lord, why?! in times of distress i call on the lord and hope that he will provide salvation. salvation comes in one form only for me right now: an all-ready, all-done, neatly typed up, powerpoint presentation on three built forms with photos provided, and more than adequate info on the spatial ambience and architectural materials used. i put it in bold, such that the lord may see it better and clearer. anyways. Anomalies Unlimited seriously has truckloads of info on various subjects that will intrigue, if not excite you to bits, you. there're the alien writings, archeology, paranormal, religion, even disney's conspiracies and, well, a whole lot more, really. and im gonna post some stuff that they talked abt in the disney section. im sure y'all will be able to feel the disney magic running thru yer veins. [just a lil reminder. should anyone from Disney choose to sue me, all i can say in my defence is that all of the following information provided in this entry was culled from Anomalies Unlimited and that im simply just spreading the disney magic.] a very short history of how Disney got so powerful and why they can, and do, do any damn thing they want, and usually get away with it. Way back in the 1960s when Disney began buying up 24,000 acres of land quietly, legislators who knew what was up gave Disney whatever he wanted. The man had a plan to turn 43 square miles of orange groves and homes into a money making machine for the state..you betcha. Total autonomy. What Walt Disney wanted, and got, was the right to have his own private government to run his park with. No outside interference. And this is what he got. The Disneyland Park and the two towns of Lake Buena Vista and Bay Lake Communities. The two "towns" have a permanent population of about 65 people - mostly all Disney executives and family. The towns, and Disneyland, are under the government of the Reedy Creek Improvement District. Reedy Creek's board are elected land owners; people who own land in one of the two 'towns'. Who are mostly all Disney executives and/or their families. See how nicely this works? Disney denies any connection to Reedy Creek. The reason they fib is because Florida Law requires municipal governments to conduct business in public. Just like any town or city. Disney doesn't want to have to conduct it's business out in public with the Great Unwashed. So to solve this little problem, Disney got permission long ago to make itself it's own government. Even though it's a private corporation. Disney runs all utilities in the Lake Buena Vista and Bay Lake Communities, does all the planning and zoning, makes it's own building codes, has it's own building inspectors. They build their own schools, levy their own taxes. They even have permission to build their own nuclear power plant if they want, or an international airport, or cemeteries! Reedy Creek "contracts" with Disney for an 880 member security force that patrols Epcot, Magic Kingdom - all the shops, restaurants, roads. They wear blue uniforms and wear badges just like real cops, only they're not. They have no legal authority whatsoever in the Real Outside World. All they really are is a type of "mall" cop or security guard. Any and all crimes are supposed to be reported and handled at once to the Actual Legal Florida Law Officers. They don't of course, because Disney has this fanatical obsession with privacy and preserving their safe, clean image. And covering their butts. The way Disney has it all set up, they are pretty much the 'law' there. If something happens on Disney grounds, those Security minions are the first and possibly all you're going to see. If you get seriously hurt, it's the Disney emergency people who will come to your aid first and they will decide if any outside help will be called. And the kicker is when something goes wrong, and it does, Disney will refuse to cooperate or turn over witnesses, information or records because guess what? They're a private government, and they don't have to turn over private records. *** interesting stuff. but there's more. by the way, the owner of Anomalies Unlimited nearly(and just might) get sued by Disney for publishing the following info on child labour. here it is, in all its glory: Anyway. If you have anything "Disney", you own something made in a Disney sweatshop. Yep, even now, even today. This is how Disney does business. Included in the Happy Meals sold at McDonalds are small toys based on characters from Disney films. According to the McDonald's senior vice-president Brad Ball, the Happy Meals characters from the "101 Dalmatians" movie were the most successful in McDonald's history. Ball adds, "As we embark on our new global alliance, we anticipate ten great years of unbeatable family fun as customers enjoy 'the magic of Disney' only at McDonald's" (PR Newswire Associates, March 19, 1997). Seventeen year old women are forced to work 9 to 10 hours a day, seven days a week, earning as little as six cents an hour in the Keyhinge factory in Da Nang City, Vietnam making the popular giveaway promotional toys - many of which are Disney characters for McDonald's Happy Meals. Overtime is mandatory. And no, six cents an hour isn't a fortune there - it's well below subsistence levels..The most basic meal in Vietnam - rice, vegetables, and tofu - costs 70 cents. Three meals would cost $2.10. Wages do not even cover 20 per cent of the daily food and travel costs for a single worker, let alone her family. We're not doing them any favors, nor even helping then in a basic human way by trading hard work for a better quality of life . Acute or prolonged exposure to acetone, a chemical solvent used to make and paint plastic toys, can cause dizziness, unconsciousness, damage to the liver and kidneys and chronic eye, nose, throat and skin irritation. After working a 70 hour week, some of the teenage women take home a salary of only $4.20. Many are made ill by constant chemical exposure. All appeals from local human and labor rights groups continue to be rejected by Keyhinge management which refuses to improve the ventilation system in the factory or remedy other unsafe working conditions. Along with demanding forced overtime, Keyhinge management has not made legally required payments for health insurance coverage for its employees, who now receive no compensation for injury or sickness. For years, Disney was one of the most active members in UNICEF, an organization dedicated to the protection of children's rights including protection from sexual exploitation and child labor, specifically. Disney is well aware of all the violations and conditions of all their factories. The organizations listed in this article have made them aware. Yet they continue to use them to make their stuff. What happened? In 1995 Federal Agents raided 2 sweat shops in Los Angeles which manufactured Disney stuff. Yes, good old L.A. We're not talking Viet Nam, thousands of miles away anymore...we're talking Los Angeles! Woah! One was the Nathan J. Co. who was using kids as young as 12 to make Disney Apparel. The other was the "Too Cute' Disney Label which on top of using kids for worker owed a lot of money in back wages. According to the U.S. Department of Labor, most of the folks working in the "Too Cute" factory were Thai Nationals working off debts to professional smugglers who got them into the country. Only it was a debt that never got paid because it turned into a slavery kind of situation. The truth of the matter is that Disney licensees have been caught using Child labor on three continents and the National Labor Committee in New York, whose job it is to track the labor force hiring of U.S. Corporations, considers Disney one of 'the worst offenders". And this has gone on for years and years. And you'd think Disney would be extra extra careful about it, wouldn't you? Or, just blow it off and cover it up and continue using kids to make your shit for you. Charles Kernaghan of the National Labor Committee said , "People who are making Disney shirts are living in utter misery". Oh, those are made in Burma, by the way, where 80% of our heroin also comes from, according to the State Department. That's basically what the line of thought is: the profits not going to the workers making the Disney stuff is going to the drug lords. Seriously. In Haiti they make all the "Hunchback of Notre Dame", "Pohahontas", Mickey Mouse" and "Lion King" garments. The "Mickey for Kids" and "Classic Apparel", too. Hong Kong and Viet Nam kids make the Happy Meals. Chinese child labor make the "Little Mermaid", "Toy Story" and "Minnie Mouse" stuff. In fact 3 workers died out there after inhaling fumes from solvents. Joe Allen went undercover for NBCNews to investigate the sweat shops that make Disney items and said, "In some cases kids have hands eaten away by solvents". In Indonesia he found kids as young as 12 sewing Disney stuffed/plush toys. The owner proudly told him he prefers to use kids as his work force because they're "easier to control". Remember this next time you take a cruise through McDonald's and just have to have that new Disney Happy Meal action figure. *** bloody appalling, isnt it?? lil children's hands eaten away by acetone and all that. all this, just so we can have our lil collectible stuffed toy. "hell yeahh, i wrestled that ah soh from next door right DOWN so that i could have this lil hello kitty piece of crap that i dont really care for anyway but which i'll be able to sell for big bucks in the future while even as we speak lil children are sewing these things with no hands or fingers." how do these kids thread a needle with no hands???? but moving on. more, more! just a few outta the whole lot of lil tidbits abt Disney and the companies that it owns: 1)Kids (Miramax) was described by Variety magazine as "one of the most controversial American movies ever made." According to Newsweek, "The film follows a number of barely pubescent-looking boys and girls around New York City as they smoke pot, bait gays, beat a black man and engage in graphic sex. "Under pressure Miramax formed an independent company to market and distribute the pornographic movie." (Daily Variety, 1/27/95; Newsweek, 2/20/95; Wall Street Journal, 3/30/95; Associated Press, 6/29/95) 2)Priest, another Miramax release, depicts five Catholic priests as perverts and blames their perversion on Church teachings. One priest is homosexual-as-pervert; a second an adulterer; a third an alcoholic; a fourth demented; and the fifth just plain mean and vicious. This was such an alarming and sick movie that the gay newspaper The Advocate reported it under the heading "Family Alert Issues" 3/10/95, 4/4/95, 4/18/95 3)Newsweek reported that in 1996, Disney considered buying Ripe, a movie about the deflowering of 14-year-old twins. Bad publicity was all that stopped the deal from being made. 4)When Disney's Hollywood Records released an album by the band Sacred Reich, they sent thousands of marijuana bongs to radio stations as an advertising ploy to get them to play the record. Yet DIsney claims a staunch and rabidly anti-drug stance. 5)Glen Danzig and his band of the same name was picked and groomed by Disney to be a kind of Disney-exclusive money making rock machine, much as today's hand-picked-and-groomed "Boy Bands" ala N'Sync and Backstreet Boys. Danzig, to hear him tell, is a self-proclaimed Satanist and sang about suicide, self-mutilation, sex with demons, and rape. The band once made a video called, "It's Coming Down" with scenes of sadomasochism, masturbation and genital mutilation. MTV found it so offensive they refused to air it. Danzig also starred in a Disney made movie, Prophecy II (it's hysterically bad..if you need a laff, go rent it). When questioned about this hardcore "talent" and nefarious past, Disney said Danzig was "harmless, simply misunderstood". They saw Glen's "message" as behavior as some rock-theater-clowning. Danzig fans would disagree and so it would appear that Danzig's band and lifestyle was pretty hard core and serious. Yet there he was making weenie-ass Disney Movies...so who's scamming who? Bands signed by Disney owned and funded Hollywood Records include(d): 6)Human Waste Product - who sing about sex with the Virgin Mary while calling Her a "whore". 7)NY Loose - whose main theme in their songs is suicide. Suicide is the 3rd leading cause of death among 15-24 year olds. Wholesome Disney family fun. 8)Seaweed - whose hit song was called "Drug Free Zone". The promo literature put out by the company quoted the lead singer as saying he did "so much cocaine my nose exploded into a bloody mess and I had to have plastic surgery. That was a pretty good one". This upset a lot of radio people (and parents) and who knew the age group who was reading this stuff. 9)Death Row Records and Interscope Records was acquired by Disney in 1997. The main fodder of these two companies is "gangsta rap", your basic misogynist, violent "black" music ALA Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre. The Wall Street Journal reported that the FBI was investigating Death Row Records for gun and drug trafficking, and money laundering. In spite of this investigation, Disney Boss Michael Eisner offered Interscope's Tom Whalley a multimillion dollar contract to take over Hollywood Records. Whalley declined. 10)In 1989 Disney became a partner, and the one to own the largest % of shares in, Viewer's Choice "Hot Choice" - a leader in Pay-Per-View cable soft porn. Until Disney showed up, Viewer's Choice had only played action films and comedies. The profits were decent but Disney wanted better, and decided to launch the "soft porn" division in 1993. To develop original programming for their creation, Disney offered porn star Becky LeBeau a $7-figure deal and share of the profits. She appeared in many films herself and hosted an all-nude modeling program which showed explicit footage if women, some as young as 18. Disney also signed the infamous and famous Marilyn Chambers, a veteran hard core porn star, to an exclusive multi-project deal a year after she won the "Lifetime Achievement Award" from the Adult Video Association. 11)Disney owns the largest percentage, as a partner, in the biggest company in the soft-to-medium porn market. Disney owns many of the huge record labels producing the very bands and topics the "Parental Advisory" label was created for - bands that glorify rape, drugs, murder, hate, racism, violence against women, violence. Disney owns many of the huge movie studios producing some of the most outrageous crap yet to be made. You won't find any mention of those details as they push their Family Friendly, Pro-Family, Pro-Mom&Dad, Pro-Happy Safe Healthy Children Agenda though. As one insider said, "The New Disney will do just about anything to make a buck". *** soft porn, hardcore porn, gansta rap, suicide.. my my.. Disney's really raking in the major bucks now eh? and then of course there're the "accidents" at Disney's themeparks. of course, they arent really actually accidents coz they could actually have been prevented, had Disney not chosen to be cheap and cut down on manpower and security to save costs, and to allow more people than is allowed into the theme park, which can pose man dangers for the guests in there. just a few deaths outta the whole archive available: 1)In October 1999 Pat Shenck and her 8 year old son went on 'water sprite' jet skis on one of the park lagoons. One of their jet skis got stuck on the water when the shift wouldn't move out of neutral. A 23-year old inexperienced "captain' of the ferryboat "Kingdom Queen" hit them. Going against all park and safety regulations, he put the ferry into reverse, sucking Mrs. Shenck under the blades and boat, killing her. Before Disney called the "real" police and ambulance, they had divers in the water collecting evidence, looking for her body and pulling the bits of clothing and body from under the ferry. When they finally did aid the body they tethered it to a buoy and left it in the lagoon for hours, refusing to let it be moved or anyone to go out and attend to it until after nightfall when the visitors wouldn't see it and the ride wouldn't have to be shut down. Mind you -- her son is there this whole time. 2)In 1997 a girl lost a finger at It's A Small World when it got caught between the boat and the railing. Disney's Claims people were there trying to get her mother to sign papers releasing them of responsibility before she was allowed to go to the ambulance. 3)In 1992, employee Dorian Weiss' hand was crushed by four hundred pounds of pressure when a gate closed on her. When she became vocal about the serious safety problems at the park, Disney said it was just "union carping". 4)On Aug. 31, 1994, Disney security guards spotted two teens goofing around on a walkway of the Contemporary Resort. When spotted, they ran and were seen leaving in a pick up. A Disney guard pursued the truck at speeds of up to 80 mph even though they LEFT the park and were outside of Disney property and jurisdiction. The truck crashed, killing 18 year old Robb Sipkema. In Florida, highway deaths are investigated by the Highway Patrol. Disney refused to allow them to interview the woman "security hostess" who drove the van chasing the teens. Disney also would not release the transcripts of the radio conversation taking place between this guard and the dispatcher during the chase. The parents of Robb Sipkema sued. Even though the 'security hostess' was not a law enforcement officer, Orange County Judge Belvin Perry, Jr. said Disney had a 'private security arrangement' - in essence a contract with itself - and the Highway Patrol would not be allowed access to "internal company documents". Appeals led to the State Attorney General who said that although Disney Security perform only 'basic night watchman duties', which would NOT include high speed chases off Disney property, the Sipkemas ended up dropping the lawsuit due to total uncooperation by Disney. However, because of the suit, Disney Security Guard vans changed their Mars lights from red (like police) to amber; and they were no longer permitted to use "regular law enforcement" lingo and codes when talking to dispatchers. In other words, stop pretending they were actual police. 5)A man who got claustrophobic at Space ship Earth and could find no one to stop the ride jumped off and got ground up in a motor. Before Disney called an ambulance, they blocked the view and sent Disney 'hosts' into the crowd to question witnesses to find out just how much they did see, taking names and personal information of those who might later turn up in any lawsuit testimony. 6)Thomas Guy Cleveland, a 19-year-old Northridge, CA, resident, climbed the 16-foot fence surrounding Disneyland on one of their "Grad Nights" and foolishly ended up on the Monorail track. Yep, a train was coming. He either ignored, or couldn't hear a guard shouting at him so was stuck and killed. You would think on Grad Night there would be security people all over the place because after all, wouldn't this kind of thing be a bit more likely to go? 7)Bogden Delaurot, an 18-year-old Brooklyn resident, drowned trying to swim across the Rivers of America. Delaurot and his 10-year-old brother managed to stay on Tom Sawyer Island past its closing time. When they decided to leave few hours later, they tried to swim back. Problem was, the younger brother couldn't swim so Delaurot thought he'd carry him on his back. He didn't make it. The boy managed to dog paddled until a staff member went and got him in a boat. The older Delaurot wasn't found until the next morning. Why wasn't anyone paying attention? 8)Gerardo Gonzales was killed on the People Mover in an accident that pretty much proves Disney didn't learn the first time. Grad Night again, and Gonzalez was walking on the train tracks when he stumbled and fell. And yep..a train was coming. He was struck and dragged a few hundred feet and died. Where is/are the security measures for a ride that has caused more than one death? 9)Philip Straughan, 18, Grad Night again. Straughan and a pal had been drinking. They snuck into an (unguarded) Staff Only area and took a boat for a ride. Since they didn't know how to drive a boat and were drunk, hit a rock and Straughan was thrown into the water. His friend made it to shore and got help but Philip had drowned long before they found the body. 10)But for once, a death did get some safety measures put in place. On July 8, 1974, 18 year old Deborah Gail Stone working at her job greeting each new audience as they came into America Sings and settled into seats. She would stand on the stage, and the outer ring would rotate and take the audience to the first scene of the carousel. Stone got too close to the area between the rotating and nonmoving walls and was crushed to death between them. Ride operators were notified only when a visitor who was in the next theater heard her screaming.. America Sings was closed for two days while a safety light was installed that alerted the ride operator when someone got too close to the danger area. Eventually the solid walls were replaced with breakaway ones. *** there's stuff abt hidden images in cartton as well. stuff like penises(on the front cover of the lil mermaid video. the golden penis is part of the golden palace). the owner of the site's niece bought the playset for role playing and the penis is there as well, 8 inches high), and nekkid ladieez with their breats showing(in the rescue rangers cartoon), and words spelling the word 'sex'(in the lion king cartoon).. can y'all feel the DISNEY MAGIC??
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Tuesday, December 02, 2003 oh yeahh.. and i still havent much got started on doing my supp yet. oh lordy lordy lord. i also slept 15hours last night. i was so tired that coz i'd only gotten 6hours of sleep the previous night so that i'd wake up earlier to go to school that i slept at 12.30am last night after watching Philadelphia. early, i know, but i was sleepy. and now that i've got 15hours of sleep, im not exactly feeling refreshed, but im doin alright. and i dont know which house in my block is cooking chilli or smth but the bloody smell is wafting around is making me sneeze. and tmr night is Amanda's bday thang at phuture+hotel and im still undecided abt what im gonna do. coz of my supp, y'see.. its all my supp's fault!!(yeahh sure. blame the supp and not yerself maddie. real responsibility ya got goin there) if i go tmr night and stay at the hotel then that means i've only got a few hours to do it coz my supp's due on fri morning 10am. but mebbe i can just go for the clubbing bit and not the hotel bit, that'd solve it, wouldnt it? or mebbe i should just pop over for the clubbing bit, but only for a titchy while. grr. i will decide later. ihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihatework ihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihatework ihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihatework ihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihatework ihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihatework ihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihatework ihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihatework ihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihatework ihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihatework ihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihatework ihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihatework ihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihatework ihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihatwwork ihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihatework ihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihatework ihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihatework ihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihatework ihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihatework ihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihatework ihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihatework ihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihatework ihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihatework ihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihatework ihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihatework ihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihatework ihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihatework ihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihatework ihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihatework ihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihatework ihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihatework ihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihatework ihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihatework ihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihatework ihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihatework ihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihatework ihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihatework ihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihatework ihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihatework ihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihatework ihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihatework ihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihatework ihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihatework ihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihatework ihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihatework ihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihatework ihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihatework ihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihatework ihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihateworkihatework. . period. and there i was, doin all that work. but it was for a cause, i tell you!! thank god for copy, cut and paste. listening to: Summer(Full Percussion Mix) by Bibi
spat vitriol @ 7:36 PM
xxx Zhi Yang just sent me my horoscope thru email. thanks dude!! *grinz* i appreciate the fact that he did coz it must've been rather troublesome to dig all this info out and send em to friends. however, a tad unfortunately, i found myself reading thru most of it with raised eyebrows. those in bold is stuff that i think is rather true, and those in italics is stuff that i think is a lil bullshitty and off the mark. those that arent highlighted is stuff that i cant confirm or stuff that imyself am unable to comment on. words in [these brackets] are my own comments. there were quite alotta grammatical mistakes and at some bits i had trouble understanding it myself. i corrected em the best i could. here is me horoscope: ARIES WOMAN She thinks that the world is watching her through the eye glasses of rose petal frames. She thinks that people think and talk about her only about good things and is often disappointed to know the fact that they are not true and not even real, so she will feel hurt.[oh please. people has and will always talk.. abt me, no less. just kiddin, chums.] She thinks that her path has to be a beautiful one.[im not so demanding that lief has gotta bow down to me ynoe] She thinks only good things[not exactly babe] so she prepares and always make arrangements for herself to be in the right path always, quite systematic indeed.[i do some planning, yes, from time to time. harx] If there is no guy in her life, she will busy herself.[d'oh. then what, sit around waiting aimlessly for lurrvve?] This seemingly ordinary woman will push herself to meet her goals.[only if i deem em important enough Her face mostly will be slim and long, high cheek bones, eye brows slightly curve up, slightly tall more than short, thin lips [bullshit, bullshit, and more bullshit. i WISHED i looked like that.. bah] and she will have quite a confusing or mixture of character.[yes i've been told that im rather schizo. whee!!] Sometimes, she will be very careful about guys she will mingle with.[true, tho only sometimes] She thinks as if she has a main CPU in her head[i AM rather analytical] and she could memorize everything from her childhood.[my memory's the faultiest of em all baby. sometimes i think that i remember what i only choose to remember] When she is faced with problems, she will handle them and solve them very well, and at the same time showing other people that she has that capability.[pretty much, yeahh] She can put her mind in solving problems in crisis better than many other Zodiac. Once she is determined to do something, nothing will stop her.[mm.. rather!] Woman in this Zodiac could be totally different from one woman to another woman. You could see her in the party dancing like flash dance or dirty dancing, as well you could also see her as an old fashion lady or a geek. She could be someone flashy and wanted by many men, or she could be a cold and non-social person. She will have her own way to win you over. Once she chooses you, she will need to be proud of you.[really?? i know what you are but what am i?] "Love" is not as important to her as "Marriage".[no wayy.. mebbe not right now. i wanna get married?? freakout, man] Her real goal in life is "Safety" and her position in other people's sight need to be "Secure". She plans her life[ha ha ha.. jokers], and social life easily and very carefully. She is also very artistic and realistic, so if you are a nobody or nothing, no chance because she loves ambition and a good life. She need lots of love, but does not want and does not belive in an unconventional love.[quite accurate, really] She is a proud in nature,[*innocent look* am i proud?] so if you see a woman in this Zodiac come from a poor family, she will act like a woman from a noble family by birth anyway (certainly there are always exception). She always look cool! even when she is not. She likes to make people see her as "secure and confident" even she is a mixed emotion and mixed character type. If she is mad, you can tell right away[can you tell when im pissed off?] and she can stay moody for quite a long time.[no i dont! i forget to be moody!] You never have her all the time, for she likes to work hard and also spend some spare times working for charity.[work hard!! *hyukhyuk*] You will see that women in this zodiac a "Volunteer" for camp, and if she is in a high society, she will most likely be a president or a V.P. of a "Club". She is a romantic and artistic, but being poor and unstable is certainly not in her dreams. Her beautiful imaginations need to be realistic, for failure is not in her plan.[i dont wanna be poor.. i only want love, and an apartment, and a maid, and lotsa nice clothes. and mebbe a kid or two to accessorise] A Goat always climbs high, so either she start from a low point or a high point, she will make sure at the end she will have the best spot. She will not show her ambition, but she will show that she is satisfied with herself now. Once you look back she's already moved up again, quietly but surely. If she is your loved one, be supportive and understand her. She is stubborn, but she will listen. She will act like a gentle fragile person, but in fact she can stick you down like super glue without you knowing it.[i dont get that superglue bit. sounds nasty tho.] *** so thats it. always take this kinda stuff with a pinch or two of salt, i reckon. listening to: Mi Destino(Migs Summer Delight Mix) by Miguel Migs feat. Leedia
spat vitriol @ 7:13 PM
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Monday, December 01, 2003 okayy. so i went to school today at three, and i stayed til six, but all i accomplished was writing 2 letters, flipping thru 4 books on award winning designs and 1 kickass thick book on recyclable materials, and getting two papercuts on me right thumb.(if i split the skin far back enough i can make one of the cuts deeper and see the flesh) omg. im so fucked. im just like, panicking slightly now. but when the time comes like around mebbe wednesday or thursday i'll really panic, rush and get down to actually doing work and hand it in on friday morning. or if i dont panic, i wont get anything done, and then i'll havta retake this module. i can see it all, really. there're no preventive measures. the threads of the skein fate has woven are tied and knotted. yeah yeahh. im watching In The Beginning now. bible stories, but on the telly. there're so many questionable things abt the contents of the bible, but i shant go into em, coz i know that it'll just piss off alotta people. i may not be politically or diplomatically correct sometimes, but this is one time im not gonna be so gung ho abt what i truly think on the issues of religion. questions there will always be, but why must there be so many? i feel that the bible's like some immense book of literature sometimes, its so completely open to interpretation. a sentence, a word, and the entire meaning changes. i believe that its personal choice if you want to take the bible as a book of rules, or simply as a guide to lead yer life. fascinating, but very troubling at the same time. there're many issues in there that are sometimes regarded taboo to discuss, yet others are talked abt too much that they become just a cliche in our everyday life. most times i think that the reason why christianity has got such a bad rep is coz of the people who're christians themselves. dont get me wrong, i know quite a few, and they're decent people, most of em. but there're loads others out there who're simply a disgrace to the religion. its even worse when they smoke, drink, constantly have pre-marital sex, steal.. basically, sin, and then proudly proclaim themselves to be christians. staunch christians, at that. it absolutely disgusts me. dont say that you believe in the religion until ynoe that yer good and bloody ready, ynoe? there're lots i could say, really. especially abt those people who go around saying, "yeah! im a real staunch christian/buddhist/muslim! yeah!" its not enough to bloody say it, you gotta live by it too, dudes. no one's gonna be impressed if you say yer a catholic, and then proceed to fuck yer girlfriend the very night; or that yer a buddhist, and then you gamble away your mother's money; or that yer a muslim, and then you eat pork everyday. i do hope that i havent offended anyone or anything, seriously i do. im sposed to be buddhist myself, but i dont call or think myself as one coz i havent learnt how to be a proper buddhist yet. be fillial, be good, not eat meat, ynoe.. that kinda thing. i realise that religion can be a rather sensitive issue for some, and i just wanna say that these are my own thoughts and that these issues kinda bug me, is all. well. anyways. i wont go into it. a blog isnt a place to discuss religious issues, anyways. im gonna watch Philadelphia at ten later.. tom hanks plays a guy with aids in a time when the disease is not fully understood yet. hmm. should be good. please, lets not even talk abt forrest gump aight? and its World Aids Day today, everyone. telly time. advert's over.
spat vitriol @ 8:04 PM
xxx its six fortyfive and i still aint asleep yet. also, 24 more days til Santa visits our homes. i've been blog-surfing, you see. and some of the stuff they put out there is just so titillating. well. i've only been to one blog, but wadahell, really. one blog, a bazillion blogs, what's the difference, eh?(besides the way its spelt, dont bloody argue with me) Awful Plastic Surgery, ahoy!! its basically a site where all the piccies of celebrities and un-celebrites are posted, in all their shame and/or glory, with their before and after plastic surgery jobs. and how bad most of it looks. you got Halle Berry and Sarah Jessica Parker's nose jobs, Jessica Biel and Courtney Love's collagen lips, Victoria Beckham and Natalie Imbruglia's fake breasts.. but wait!!.. there's MORE!!!!! ya gotta see it to believe it! stepppp right up, ladieez and gentlemen!! there's the staples like Britney Spears and Michael Jackson, of course, so that just in case yer missing out on the hip, hop and happening world of cosmetic surgery, at least you'll always be in the know when it comes to these real classics. *hidey ho punch in the air* and if you just cant get enough of moon-walking, crotch-grabbing, mask-wearing, baby-dangling, child-molesting(i could go on forever sweetheart, i really could) Mikey Jacky dearest, here's a whole site dedicated to the guy(if thats what you can call him these days): A Photographic History of Michael Jackson's Face with Blithering, yet Witty Commentary. i swear, thats the tagline of the article. go check it out, its pretty damn good. extremely accurate when it comes to the details, not stinging on the details. and this is the best bit.. they compare MJ's metamorphosis over the years with other people that arent necessarily of the same sex, movie/telly characters that arent necessarily human and cartoon characters. i'd say that the site's tagline is pretty apt. 'blithering, yet witty commentary', indeed. Awful Plastic Surgery and Anomalies Unlimited(the mother site where the article on Mikey was published) are going to be permanent links in the section May Need Adult Supervision that can be located in the left sidebar. Anomalies Unlimited has got an immense amount of fascinating information abt rather odd things. which quite explains lil Mikey's appearance in their archives, dunnit? and when you visit the main site and wanna find the article but desperately cant even tho i've already bloody linked it right here and now in this entry, its on the right, labelled "Michael Jackson's poor damn face". sweet. my, what a remarkable coincidence! the papers just came in and there's a pretty big article on MJ on page 8 of Life!. am i bloody psychic, or wot??(and by the way, i wanna catch that lil theatre production by Wild Rice called Cinderel-lah. it looks like fun. i need some of that. funfunfunfunfun.) so anyways. you simply must check these sites out, dahlings.. only after yer done here, of course. and it will be soon, i assure you, as i know that yer loins are already quivering in eager anticipation of the horror that is yet to come. cum. come. mebbe i wont sleep tonight and just pop over to school bright and early in the morning. hopefully i wont fall asleep over the books. coz then my stuff like my discman and purse might get stolen.. umm.. i meant, then i wont be able to collect all the research and info that i need for my supp! oh, woe betide me. damn my right eye's twitching.. that can only mean one thing! it means that my body's slowly but surely shutting down. blistering barnacles. aight go check out those sites now. ready, steady, GO! knock yerselves out. *biff* listening to: Sem Contencao(Ugo & Sanz Mix) by Bebel Gilberto. no more Jay Chou for me this morning, thank you very much. and a cuppa coffee to go, too. thanks.
spat vitriol @ 7:28 AM
xxx i've just watched five hours of television. my eyeballs are officially fried. deep fried. a touch of salt and a lil basil and we've got a delicacy on a platter right here and now, ladieez and gents. yum. so i watched this channel u drama and then afterwards three consecutive episodes of Law & Order *pheww* and i rounded it off in the last hour with Crossing Jordan. my eyes ache. i shouldnt even be online now, im just further killing my eyes. i'll be blind by the time im 20, and im 18 and a 1/2 now. blind, eh, Amanda?? blind!! *hawhaw*.. oh.. im just so bloody fuckin hilarious.. *hawhaw* anyways. im gonna be a hardworking girl and get started on my supp paper tmr.. no doubt, only five days before its due.. but thats a whole 120 hours!! many many hours.. so much time.. right? but anyways yea.. im gonna be going to school to get research at the school library coz its a lil tough getting info online. yes it is, indeedy do. the module subject i failed is titled Material Studies and Application.. i think. smth like that. MS&A. a whole semester and im not sure if thats the name of my module. umm. yeahh. so anyways. i gotta get info on stuff like metals, plastics, stone(masonry), soft materials like fabrics, recyclable materials, veneers.. yada yada.. sort out their pros and cons, their uses, and how and why people use these materials.. shite like that. its just so fun!! *clap my fuckin hands* so many ways to knock myself out! rock my goddamn boat!! whee! break a leg for me, y'all. i hope i pass this goddamn module coz i sure as hell dont wanna be repeating it next next semester. i dont think my teacher wants me to repeat it either coz she'd have to have me in her class again. granted, i dont cause much trouble(or any trouble, for that matter) since im not in class half the time, but it must be rather disheartening to be having an under-performing student in yer class ainnit? and i think her baby's due rather soon, she's quite heavily pregnant. stress and high blood pressure and such, not too good for the baby i believe. but yeah. anyways. moving on. im getting quite fat. i can feel it in my blubber. *blurb* i dont eat at all in the day, i only eat at night. and im not exactly eating crackers, either. im eating noodles and stingrays and burgers and fries.. bloody dammit! i'll be blogging all day long abt my weight problem but not doing anything abt it coz i'll be so fat i wont be able to get thru my room doorway(not even when i turn sideways) and outta the house. i'll die lonely, stinky, fat and miserable. with moss growing on my back and some unidentifiable form of fungi sprouting outta me arsecheeks, too, coz i've been sedentary for eons. *cringe* god forbid. and isnt this cool.. i havent smoked for six days since tuesday, including tuesday. whoopee fuckin doo. im quite alright when im not thinking abt it actually, but when i remember or i see someone smoking, or even catch a whiff of ciggie smoke, i feel this tiny tug within me that says, "hey maddie, doncha think its abt time for your cigarette of the day?? oh no, wait, not for the day, the week!! you havent smoked in ages, its time you rewarded yourself!" but then im like thinking that if i do smoke to reward myself, it'd sorta be like an oxymoron wouldnt it? a contradiction of sorts? that im not sposed to be smoking, but im smoking to reward myself for not smoking? so after that tinny voice is done with its lil speech abt how i should smoke whenever i catch even a hint of fags in the air, i just kinda brace myself and tell myself that i just shouldnt smoke. i dont wanna give myself a reason for not smoking in case it screws up. what exactly do i mean, you ask? for example/s. ichi) if i said, "aight. i wont be smoking coz its bad for my already weakening health. im screwing up my lungs, my family's already got a history of heart disease, and even tho i think kids are annoying pesky lil buggers, should i ever wanna have children in the future, my ability to conceive would be affected coz im smoking now." but then, i'd think of reasons as to how to get past this lil excuse. then i'd say, "but then again, who cares abt my bloody lungs? i'll die when i die. a person's gotta do what a person's gotta do, and a person's gotta die when a person's gotta die right? and really.. do i seriously want kids in the future?? screaming, annoying lil buttmonkeys." ni) or i'll say, "i wont smoke coz it makes me look older, ages my skin, screws up my complexion, yellows my teeth, mebbe even in the long run turn my fingers brown." but my counter for that would be the fact that the above facts really hardly bother me at all. i'd think, "so i'll use a moisteriser if my skin wonks up on me. and if my teeth get yellow i'll bleach em later on in life. and besides, i'll never smoke enough for my fingers to turn brown.. pssh." san) mebbe i'll even tell myself, "i shouldnt be smoking coz its so uncool. completely un-ladylike. what would people think? what would my mom think? what would my relatives think? what would prospective boyfriends think??" and you see how this is so easily refutable. coz really, i dont give half a rat's ass if its 'uncool' or 'un-ladylike', im already so un-feminine when it comes to so many other matters.. why should it make a difference in this case? i also dont happen to much care what complete strangers think abt me, my mom already knows i smoke, i wont smoke in front of relatives(to avoid looking more like the black sheep that i am and embarrass my mom, you understand. im not gonna screw up like this other cousin who took a puff of her dad's fag when she was high at one of our other cousin's engagement party), and if prospective boyfriends dont like the fact that i smoke, then they can jolly well piss off, cant they? i might be able to think of a few more excuses and such, but im too lazy right now. as long as you get my drift la, ynoe. so i'd rather not give myself any reasons(more like excuses) to not smoke since i'd just think of logical arguments to repudiate the above reasons. so i'll just not smoke, if you dig what i mean. i hope y'all understood all that. or was it all too garbled? i rather like that word. garbled. sounds like muddled, or gargled, but cooler. more messed up, ynoe? i also like the word surreptitious.. dont you? omg. dudes. im listening to Jay Chou's album Fantasy now. crikey. shoot me! or bazooka me, wadever. i bought his album in secondary school when he was "all the rage". he's alright i spose, he's just so amazingly over-popularised and overhyped and.. im listening to his music. i can even remember some of the lyrics. aiee!! im going dowwwwnnnnnnnn....... i got bored of all my cds la. even the ones i burnt at Rishi's. its like, blah blah semi-charmed life blah blah live forever blah blah blah swing swing blah why does it always rain on me blah.. ynoe. i could go on, its so much fun putting blah's and blah blah's and blah blah blah's in between song titles but i shall.. stop. coz its idiotic. bloody.. gotta go to school tmr to get my research done.. crappit. hope i wake up in time, not at like 9pm when the library closes and then i blearily say, "yeahh, i'll just go tmr or smth." and crawl back under the covers to hibernate for the next 5 days.. and then i'd be all screwed in the arse, coz my supp's due on friday at 10am, see? xXcross fingersXx and when i go to the library tmr im hoping(yes, hoping, coz then i'd actually have smth done by then.. mebbe pen a word or two down) to spend quite a number of chunky hours in there, huddled over books on concrete and the such. and im gonna havta listen to all my ol cds. *groaann* listening to: ren2 zhe3(translation: Ninja) by Zhou1 Jie2 Lun2(translation: Jay Chou). cripes. shoot me.
spat vitriol @ 2:48 AM
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