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Tuesday, February 24, 2004 whoo! i've got one more brudda to add to the list! in-tro-du-cingggggg.. *drum roll please thankew very much*.. Tim Yong!!!! welcome to da club, brudda! we will do our best to ensure that you have as nice a stay as possible. *grinz* anyways. go visit meat or accident. its quite, quite graphic. basically, they show you this small chunk of meat, and yer sposed to pick one of the choices, whether its real meat or whether t'was a human who got into an accident. pretty cool stuff. check it out now, da funk soul bruddas. so yea. ynoe. i swear my mother's tryna kill people. no, really. okayy.. see.. my mother has this thang abt stuffy rooms so she has to throw open all the damn windows in the house. okayy.. thats not exactly technically correct coz my windows are the sliding ones, ynoe, the ones that slide.. so ANYWAYS. she just has to have the living room windows, her room window, the kitchen windows, even my room window, all wide open. and i dont see the point, really, especially when it comes to my room window. so.. me:but yer not even in my room, what does it matter to you whether my room windows are open or not?? you arent in it! mom: i cant stand it! me: i can stand it la. mom: how can you stand it?? me: i dont care much for fresh air. and if i open the bloody windows, i'll havta close em again at night when i switch on the aircon. [i stand by the same theory where i think that its silly to fold yer blankets when you wake up coz yer gonna havta unfold em when you use em at night. i mean, isnt it just stupid to fold the damn bloody thing at all?? thats why i dont fold mine.] mom: you ah!! and then she walks into my room and opens my room window anyway. i quite hate sunlight, by the way, cept when i go tanning. so i dont like it whe the sun boldly shines into my room when the windows're open and it gets all hot and sunny and bright. erghh. okayy, wadever, if she wants to open my room windows, fine. but if you open em, close em at night! but see, no, i gotta do that y'see, so whats the point of openig the BLOODY WINDOWS?! okayy. was goin on a major freakout there. a thousand apologies. *coughcough* so yes, as i was saying, to tell you that my mom likes 'fresh air' that doesnt exist in singapore, and she likes the windows open. so thing is, recently, we had the toilets in the house repaired. one of em was going crazy leaking away, and the other one was quite alright sitting there. my mom had the leaky one repaired, but outta convenience's sake she had the other one repaired as well(go figure), so now we've got those loos that have got the cool flush buttons instead of the flush handles. pretty cool, really, coz the flush buttons arent on the top, they're where the old flush handles were, so the flush buttons are vertical and.. okayy.. yea.. cool flush buttons, y'get the point. yada yada yada, my mom decided to get the guy who repaired our loos to fix our kitchen windows too. i dont know what exactly this guy does, but i think he's a multi-purpose dude, or smth. mebbe he MAINLY repairs toilets, but he does window-fixing on the sly, ynoe. cunning bastard. so yea, Mr. Multi-Purpose didnt have the bracket for the window after he'd taken it outta one of the kitchen windows, so he told my mom not to open the window. ynoe why he told her that? coz without the bracket, if you open the window, the entire thing might just crash down and slam someone on the head and crack their skull. see, that'd be pretty fun, but not if we're the ones who gave the guy the cracked skull, coz then we'd havta pay for his hospital bills, and i'd seriously much rather get myself some new clothes. really, i'd rather do that. so, i walk into the kitchen while my mom's washing up some stuff, and i see the window open. and i didnt know abt the whole missing bracket thang til she told me just now. and im just bascially, ynoe, bloody flabbergasted. there're 2 other windows besides that 1 window, she didnt havta have it open and risk killing someone. i ask her why she even has the bloody window open, and she says, "i couldnt stand it." im like, "mummy, yer a member of the RC, and that bloody window could break off coz it doesnt have a bracket, fall off, and crash on somebody's head and kill the person, and its all coz you couldnt stand it? can you please close the window later?" and she just looks at me sheepishly, ynoe. wow. im so gonna bring up this incident the next time my mom says im irresponsible. my mom subconsciously wants to kill random people unfortunate enought to be walking around below our block of flats, i swear. and i've been eating kfc chicken the entire night. its either kfc chicken or nothing this week. oh yeahh, and coleslaw too.. a huge ass tub of it, man. coleslaw is the new salad, yo. and its cheaper. its like, blue-collared salad. anyways. im talking to Amanda on the phone now, and i gotta go coz i cant blog at the same time, its distracting. so, adios, muchachos!
spat vitriol @ 2:45 AM
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Monday, February 23, 2004 [caution: crazyass long entry ahead. beware speed bumps & humps.] i had the entire entry down pat and then i lost it all last night. bloody blogger.(i just love alliteration, dont you?) so im retyping everythin out now, hell hell hell. i didnt do anythin on friday, i just stayed home while people went out, revelled and got drunk. i watched Survivor. Rob.C got voted off. ynoe, the super scheming + manipulative one who didnt win a million bucks the last time he was in Survivor. loser. on saturday, i went to acjc's fun-o-rama(and will henceforth be referred to as "funorama" for convenience's sake) in the afternoon with Janmeety, Chai, Sundeep, Eldon, Soong, Mit, Anand and Menon. t'was mf'ing hot. the sweat was pouring off me, i shouldnt even have bothered putting on any bloody makeup, it all got washed off by my sweat man. ooh! but the guys noticed my tan, tho! so that was cool. en passant, my tan's fading, so im gonna go tanning some more. Donovan says im gonna burn a hole in my skin. i'll wait til that happens before i stop going tanning can you imagine if im at sentosa and im this gorgeous burnished brown, and alluva sudden a spot of my skin catches on fire?? that'd be pretty funny. so yea, funorama was quite a waste of time and money, besides the fact that i gotta meet up with the guys and bump into a couple of other friends there. i bought $10 worth of coupons.. i shouldnt have. i shouldnt have bought any at all coz Chai bought $20 worth and he didnt know what to do with em at the end of the day coz everythin was so not worth spending any money on. wah lau. 20 bucks man. hardcore. so yea. i ate a $5 hotdog, and t'was a pretty good hotdog, but still. and i spent the rest on an icky camarel drink and yecky kenny rogers's doryfish. Chai and i walked around, tryna find stuff to waste his coupons on, and we bought some food and other crappy stuff. i wanted a balloon, so Chai got me one. i chose a pretty ol skool swirly one, and i asked the girl to make it a big one, so she did. t'was preeeeetttyyy. and it cost Chai four freakin bucks. for a balloon that lost its helium at the end of the night.. t'was cheap helium!! t'was EXTORTION, me maties!! but i think among all the stuff we bought that day, the balloon was the best deal, yo. t'was a preeeeeetttyy balloon. and i carried Janmeety's backpack and Chai asked me to skip down the hill outside ac and wave my balloon around. and i did, and Chai said that i looked like a lil girl. aw. Chai and i saw this huge yellow inflatable hand next to one of the stalls. the thing stoof up to my waist, and it had a bell inside that tinkled away merrily when Chai and i stole it. *tinkly tinkle* pity we didnt deflate it, these 3 ac guys came up to us and asked us for it back. i mean, how much more conspicuous can you get, walkin around with a gigantic yellow hand that tinkles?? but Chai said that our friend gave it to us, and he told em that we'd go back to the stall(after askin em for directions to their stall) to return the hand after we talked to our 'friend'. of course there was no 'friend' who gave it to us, we were the ones who koped the bloody thing. and the 3 guys actually let us go, that was the funny bit. Chai started giggling and i was smiling and i told Chai to shut up, they'd hear us laughing. well. anyway. the stallowner came after us a soon after and bitchily asked us for it back. so we gave it back, coz i think she was right behind us when Chai and i were discussing the name we should give our imaginary 'friend'. we'd just decided on the name Joshua when she came right up to us and said in a nasal voice, "i believe thats my hand." so we gave it back to her, imposing presence that she was, in her acjc shirt and shorts. *psssh* yo, chill, babe. so yea, Chai and i and the rest of the guys left at abt 5pm, and omg t'was so freakin hot we couldnt hail a cab coz there werent any freakin cabs and we walked all the way out frfom bloody ac to bloody buona vista mrt, thats how far we walked. so yea, i rushed home coz Ollie's party was on that same night and i had to meet Diana and Sara DJ in town first. it is inconvenient to go home from buona vista to hougang, on the bus and train, when yer holding a helium-filled balloon. granted, t'was a big pretty swirly ol skool balloon, but it aint too cool with people when yer funky balloon's bonking em on the head. repeatedly. but i stuck it out, and now i've got a dead pretty balloon with me. dead, coz it dont float around and defy gravity no more. *sniffsniff* rush rush rush. bathe and change and i was outta the house again, goin off to far east to meet Rishi beardy first. he was gonna pass me the earrings he bought for me from india, just that they're long-overdue now, coz he hadnt had a chance to pass em to me. he was with Dan da man and Pam, so i gotta talk to em, too. James was sposed to be with em as well but he was off mooching around at far east with his girlfriend. the earrings Rishi got me are pretty damn gorgeous, all elaborate and stuff, but boy they're heavy. i think my earlobes'll rip to lil bloody pieces when i wear em. Rishi beardy couldnt find a bag to put the 2 pairs of earrings in so he put em in an ang pow and sealed it with scotch tape. auspicious earrings, yo!! and then Rishi and i just stood around, talkin and catching up and bitchin away like whores. then Sara DJ came in a cab, and she picked Diana and me up, and we were off to Ollie's house party coz t'was her BIRTHDAY!!!! and when we reached her house, i dropped the bottle of gin Sara and i wanted to give to Ollie coz Sara's ck paper bag was ripped up the side. so the bottle crashed onto the road *piang* and it broke and now the left leg of my jeans and my slippers smell like gin. yummy! not. we went in, and t'was all scgs and ac people. i didnt know any of the ac people cept for Tim, Nabil, Lionel and Jolene. Sunny, i'd seen around before, and he said i looked familiar, but saturday was the day we got properly introduced. sc girls present: Ollie(well, d'oh!), Rozanne, Zhi, Shupz, Anz, Jan, Diana, Yixuan, Corinne, Candice, Andrea. i might've left out a few girls coz i didnt speak to most of em. there was lotsa good food and drinks, so t'was all gooooood. i gotta meet this dude for the first time, his name is James, he's 15 and in barker. he looks his age, and he's got poofy spiky hair. he had a live cuttlefish in a bag. and speaking of poofy.. Ollie's got the cutest lil dog called Toffee and he's got poofy fur!! he's so adorable. ollie warned me that he'd bite, but he didnt bite me, instead he came over whenever i called his name and he licked my hand!! how immensely gratifying. i like Toffeedog. lots. Ollie's mom was very nice too, and she wanted everythin to be good for all of us. she seemed to be very worried abt cake. i talked alot of nonsense to her, but i wasnt rude or anything. i was just basically being an idiot when i talked to her, i was having fun, saying all kinds of inane things to her. anyways. Sara DJ, Diana, Tim and i were the first ones to move outside, where Ollie had placed tables and chairs for us. the cd player was outside as well, so t'was cool. we moved outside to talk and drink and smoke, so we had the best of all worlds: fags, drinks, good company, music of our choice, cool breeze.. mmm!] the party gradually moved out, and it got rockin. everyone was sittin around, and talkin, and playin drinking games. well, the group i was sitting with was the only group playin drinking games, but wadahey. i got high, and then some. i sweared more(the mouth slips when the brain aint in control, yea), and when i took pictures with people i did ridiculous poses, like pretending to lick the girls and saluting when i was standing behind Lionel. cept that i was holding a fag or a drink or smth in my right hand so i saluted with my left hand.. it felt natural.. but then again, i aint no soldier. Tim, Sara Dj and i made a few toasts to "eternal friendship", and Sara and i had our own toast, to "tanorexia". those were pretty damn good toasts, if i might say so myself. and i thought t'wa so cute.. Zhi and Sara hadnt met before, but when i introed em, Zhi suddenly said, "Sara DJ!!" and i laughed, coz Zhi read abt Sara from my blog and used the monicker on her when they first met! isnt that just the cutest?? plus, it means that Zhi reads my blog!! extra points!! so Zhi baby, if yer readin this, you rawwwkk, girl!! and i'll see you on wed at zouk, yo! ooh! i just remembered! one more good thing besides the guys noticing my tan. Diana and Rishi said that i lost weight!! and James said that i was skinny!! cool beans. of course, this doesnt mean that im satisfied with either my tan or my weight, ynoe. so anyways. all in all, t'was pretty good. Ollie was an excellent host, passing out drinks earlier on, making sure everyone ate and drank.. she rawwwwkkked!! she's a cool chick, yo. Sara DJ and i left at around 2+ am, after i promised the sc girls that i'd go clubbing with em on wed night at zouk. heyy, its not everyday that we all go clubbing together, im going!! Sara and i went to meet El Paulo and Gerald kor at embassy, and i gotta meet Benedicet and Ivan smooshy marshmallow for awhile, too. everyone else was scattered all over the place and Sara and i couldnt be bothered to go find em, i was having a bleeding headache and Sara was tired. Sara, El Paulo and i got into the cab, and they dropped me off in town before they headed home. i took the nightrider home. christ the damn bus was cold. so yeahh.. thats saturday for ya. on sunday, i met Donovan, and we caught Something's Gotta Give. it frankly wasnt all that fabulous, i prefer Along Came Polly, really. and i've decided that i dont really like to watch old people make out.. coz Jack Nicholson and Diane Keaton made out alot, and she had to act like she was all turned on and abt-to-cum in the movie.. oh mannn.. that was a lil.. painful.. Donovan covered his eyes and i had to look away at some bits. i mean, cmon, Jack Nicholson called Diane Keaton's tits "beautiful" in the movie. if you ask me, they looked pretty normal to me. Keanu reeves also nuzzles Diane Keaton's neck, and kisses her lots. Donovan and i were wondering how much all the actors got paid to do their stuff. ynoe.. kissing old people and stuff. good thing t'wasnt r(a), i dont think i could've taken it if Jack really did go down on Diane. oh good god. my head.. it hurts.. and i bought Donovan a big double fudge cookie from mos burger. we bumped into Alex papa and Sean, i hadnt seen Alex papa in so damn long!! i was pretty damn happy to see him. we saw Yanxun too, he's holding a party at paradigm, tho he guarantees there's gonna be no techno, just r&b. surely so. Yanxun looked like he'd gotten punched in the eye, there were bruises under his eye and over other parts of his face. oh yeahh. and i was a-thinkin.. coz ynoe, i've got a rather big ribcage for my body. and since i cant do anythin to alter that fact, except to possibly wear a corset everyday and that aint gonna happen coz i happen to like breathing and enjoy being alive without having smelling salts stuffed under my nose every 2 mins coz i keep passing out from overly constricted lungs and heart, i've decided that the next best thing to balance everythin out would be to get a boob job. no, really. a b-cup aint too much ter ask fer, would it now? sure, i've thought abt it, but i still aint sure, ynoe. but if i got boob implants, then my ribcage wouldnt be noticeable coz my bigger breats would hide that fact, and plus, everyone else'll notice the boobs and not the chest, yo!! hell. im a bloody fuckin genius, i am. anyways. im at home now, and this is a bloody long entry, me thinks. i believe that this may be the longest entry i've ever typed out. history has been made, ladieez and gents!! crafted out of inane ideas, factual facts, and ridiculous happenings! and comics, of course. just to drag out the pain. *smirx* 
culled from Wigu.com only, of course and isnt this sweet.. Benedict left me this testimonial on friendster: "Maddie, the cowboy hat looks superb on ya!!! Cowgirl's coming to town.. woohoo.." haha.. i thought that was quite funny.. but yea, that time we all went out and we went to fourskin coz i wanted the fedora hat but didnt get it coz my head was too big but i tried on the cowboy hat instead and everyone said that i should get it? yeahh.. anyways. this entry has come to an end, ladieez and gents. i know yer sad. you are SAD!! so have a nice day, dont trip up and fall down, bye bye for now my dahlings. *mwahhh!*
spat vitriol @ 5:40 PM
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Friday, February 20, 2004 i went tanning again yesterday at sentosa with Sara DJ. since my back was hurting and my face was peeling, i decided that t'was a good thing the sun was being chicken and hiding in the clouds most of the time so that we didnt get the full force of its rays. damn t'was annoying. i was on the bus, my way to the mrt station to meet Sara DJ, and i decided to check my face out on my compact.. and horror!! the skin above my left eyebrow and left cheek was merrily peeling away!! i slapped on some emergency moisutiser on the bus, right there and then. better to look vain then in the first stage of decomposition, i say. oh yeahh. and when i was finally on the train to harbourfront(i was late, as usual..) there was this woman, who looked like she was in her 40s, sitting opposite me on the train. okayy. nothin unusual abt that, right? its not like her head was sitting beside her on the seat or anythin. but she was making this strange sound with her lips, like when you make the sound "brrrr.." and yer lips kinda flap out, cept that her didnt flap out as much, and spittle was spilling outta her mouth, and she kept wiping it up with a blue towel she had in her plastic bag. she didnt even just do it occasionally, she did it the entire way from dhoby ghaut to harbroutfront, non-stop, cept when she was wiping up her spittle. even when she was looking in her bag, or checking her wallet, or wadever, she'd make that sound. granted, it wasnt loud, but t'was def a lil strange. i couldnt help staring at her, tryna decipher the kinda sound she was making, and she caught me staring twice. so i looked away, d'oh, its rude to stare, and even worse to get caught doing it. then she went up to this elderly ang moh couple sitting down a few metres away, and started talking to em. she was talking to em animatedly in english, tho i couldnt hear all of it. she was wearing a skirt, but she kinda squatted down and started doing ape-like mvements and gestures, as if to demonstrate her point on smth. okayy.. that was a lil.. weird. there were these 3 malay teens on the train next to me and one of em went closer to her to inspece her before declaring her to his friends as "gila". anyways. i just walked out when t'was my stop, leaving the woman and the ang moh couple behind. Sara DJ wasnt there yet, i'd told her to take her time coz i'd be late, so i decided to occupy my time by asking the ang moh couple what the woman spoke to em abt. they looked a lil lost, so i decided to play the Good Samaritan and ask em if they needed help. they did, actually, need help. with their refunds for the ezlink card. so i helped em out, and then i asked em, "sorry, im just curious. what was that woman on the train talking to you about?" turns out she gave em a piece of paper, and on it was printed some religious stuff. i only had a galnce at the paper when the ang moh man took it out to show me, it wouldnt be too nice to snatch it from him to read it. but i caught some english words, and i think some jappish words as well, tho i could be wrong. then i let the ang moh couple go, we said our goodbyes, and i bid em good day. nice lil encounter there. heyy, gotta be tricksy when you wanna find out info, right? and i did help em out, tho i gotta admit that it wasnt my primary objective. anyways. i only tanned the front of my body yesterday since my back always gets too much attention from the sun(actually coz its so much more comfy to fall asleep on yer front than on yer back, when you face the sun and its shining thru yer bloody eyelids. yer squinting even tho yer eyes are bloody shut) and okayy.. i got pretty tanned.. i think.. you be the judge when you meet me, aight? *harx* when Sara and i went to town after that Amanda said that ita a "nice brown", Bizhen called me a bangla as we were all shootin some pool(nice goin, dude) and when i bumped into Ollie in town, she asked why i looked so "chao da?" yeap. so i think i got preeeeety tanned. im actually quite alright with my skin colour now. dont think i'll be going into the sun anytime soon coz my skin hasnt exactly healed yet, tho i think its gonna go on a peeling rampage quite soon. eww. heyy, the price to pay for vanity, right? anyways. when Sara and i went to town, we met up with Sidney tinks, Amanda, El Paulo, Haugeng er ge, Bizhen, Mark 6 and Danny. Haugeng was sposed to meet Donovan and Lionel at holland v but i've no idea why the both of em came down to town instead. but coz they did, i gotta see Donovan for abt.. a minute. whoop dee doo! held his hand, hugged him a lil, smacked him bum, and sent him on his way. and so him, Lionel and Haugeng went off together to.. do wadever it is guys in town do. we were waiting for Don and Lionel to come down actually, coz we all couldnt leave Haugeng alone in town. we were all gonna head down to Gardens to eat. chomp chomp still isnt opened yet, but we ate the other coffeeshop opposite chomp chomp. chomp chomp rawwwkkks!! too bad its not opened.. crappit. both Mark 6 and Bizhen drove yesterday, so t'was good. i just had a teh-ping coz 1)i was broke 2)i didnt wanna borrow any more money from people 3)being broke was a good excuse for me to reinforce my 'diet'. yea ynoe.. my on-off-on-off-on diet? Amandad Sidney tinks didnt eat either, only all the guys. males and their stomachs. tskk. anyways. the guys were all reliving their old ac primary and secondary times, and its really quite amusing coz its like hanging out with Chai, Janmeet, Sundeep and Dasson, cept that these're new stories. Danny didnt contribute any, tho. but yeahh.. some of the stuff was actually pretty damn funny, and i was laughin fucking loudly. luckily the coffeeshop was pretty empty. some of their stories? sure.. like how when they were in sec school and they took the pri school bus home, everyday a different pri school kid would get stripped naked and made to catwalk up and down the bus butt nekkid. even pri 1 kids would do it. fuckin pervs, man, these kids. and then the kid would stick his head outta the window and wave to the outside world. and how one of the sec school kids got so annoyed he took the kid's underwear, threw it into the rearview mirror, and it rebounded and smacked the bus uncle in his face. nice. or how one day, one kid stole the bus uncle's wallet as he got off the bus, and the uncle didnt know til he was abt to reach El Paulo's house. but he didnt send El Paulo home, instead the bus uncle backtracked and went back to every single house til he found the kid. the kid's mom had the stolen wallet. or how one of their friends was caught smoking by the discipline master and wouldnt put out the fag dispite the discipline master just standing right there, saying, "if you dont put it out i'll expel you!" and the dude saying, in between puffs, "wait la sir! just a bit more! i dont want to waste it!" sweet. or how their bus uncles would pluck out their beard hairs with coins.. or pick their noses, inspect the trasure, before proceeding to flick it outta the window.. or notice a pretty girl in the traffic, and ask the boy sitting beside em, "oei, eh sai bo?" [translation: oei, can or not?"] okayy.. so there were alot more stories than these, but its just a rough guide of the kinda stuff they were talkin abt. i love it when barker boys relive old times. when i was in scgs, and i'd listen to the stuff that my barker friends would tell me happened in their school, or the stuff they did, or the stuff they got caught for doing, i quite wished i was in barker myself. it wouldnt have made that much of a difference to my lousy grades anyway, and i'd have fun. dammit. in scgs the worse crime you could get ever caught for was forging yer parent's signature. or stealing. or cheating. and over there in barker they were doing wayy worse stuff and never getting caught at all.. bloody hell.. i seriously felt at that point of time that t'was all freakin unfair, man. owell. that period of my life's over so no point bitchin abt it. anyway.. after dinner + reminiscing session, Mark 6 sent Sidney tinks, Danny and i back, while Bizhen sent the others back. i was home by 11.30pm. early, right? i know.. im too guai la.. what to do.. i swear, Sidney tinks and i have tons of mutual friends, just that we dont know abt it. like today, we were playin pool, and she saw William wolverine at the next table, and she said, "william!" and then i saw him coz she called him, and i yelled, "william!!" it always happens. Sidney'll always see the person first, then me, and then we'll realise that we both know the person. its like our past(or mine, anyways) catching up with us(or me, really). t'was quite good seeing William, i hadnt seen him in ages. he hasnt changed much, me thinks. we used to be quite close but we've drifted apart la. naturally. no fights or anythin. we'd even set up a website each last time, worked on our respective webbies together, shared tips and then linked each other up. we were like different-looking siblings, or smth. i think that he's the better lookin sibling. oh yea. i was watching AMI3 on wed and ynoe they've got those sms boxes at the bottom of the screen? and i saw: "Matthew Wan.. ACJC hunk!!" it said other stuff too, but i was like, wtf?! i mean, this person didnt even leave a name, and spent 50 cents telling the world that Matt's an acjc hunk.. speaking of siblings, i've got tons of 'bruddas' running around everywhere. here's a possible list of every 'official' brudda i've got [surname included for specifications's sake]: Alex Zhang Chang kor Clifford (aband) Din Gerald kor Hansen John Fan Junjie Luoyi Matthew Wan Randy Yeo Ray Sascha twinny Xianz Zhiyang i think thats abt it. i might've left out a few here and there. some of these bruddas i hardly keep in contact with anymore, even tho we used to be pretty close, til we drifted. yea sure, its a lil lame, but its kinda fun too, ynoe. especially since im an only kid, its nice to know that i've got bruddas everywhere. literally. aight.. im done here. gonna go worry abt stuff now. toodle-oo! listening to: Running by No Doubt.
spat vitriol @ 8:27 AM
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Wednesday, February 18, 2004 im listening to Ross Roy by Jacob De Haan now.. and i kinda miss the times in scgs when i was in the band, really, even tho i screwed up and stuff sometimes while playing the tumpet. Edna Edna, remember?? man.. the syf and everything.. and mr. Yap.. kinda makes me wonder why i didnt put in more effort while i was in the band. listening to Ross Roy now, i can even remember the bits when mr. Yap, our conductor, told us not to mess up. and the solo bits, i still remember how someone would just screw up, and you could always hear it. okayy, even when there werent solo bits(like the soft bits, loud bits, slow bits and fast bits), someone would screw up, and you could still hear it. but t'was all good. i even remember once, mr. Yap was saying that one thing good abt me(yea, there werent alotta good bits abt me then. and now) was that no matter what, i always played loudly. i didnt know how to take it back then, whether as an insult or a compliment, but apparantly, t'was a compliment. years later, a junior from band comes up to add me on friendster, and even she can remember that particular remark(or compliment). and i think its quite amazing, considering that i dont even remember HER at all. quite unfortunately, there were always politics of some kind going on in band. christ. i guess there're politics everywhere, so its no big surprise. well. anyways. the Alvamar Overture by James Barnes has come on now.. *sighh*.. memories.. some fond, some not..
spat vitriol @ 12:21 AM
xxx this is so lame. when i wanna visit my own blog, the taggie doesnt show sometimes, so i gotta go to tagboard.com to see my taggie from there. its ridiculous. i cant even reply people's tags from there, for god's sakes. anyways. i like watching the Get Real! segment hosted by Diana Ser on channel newasia. i think people can relate to em, and even if they cant, its all informative and interesting. so's the news, but the news isnt interesting sometimes. unlike Get Real! you might've seen trailers for it on channel 5 or channel newasia(if you even have the channel installed on yer telly in the first place, heyy).. the one where Diana Ser's on it(she's pleasant-looking, too) and the several episodes they featured were the ones where they go to geylang to see what its like, or the one with overweight people, or the one with child models.. ynoe, just to see how all these people feel and all. stay tuned. and im just wondering here, but why exactly doesnt singapore permit same-sex marriages? no, seriously, you guys. besides the fact that certain religions oppose to it. sure, the guv'ment might say that its "unnatural", but who the HELL are they to say what's natural and what's not?? i mean, of all people, dont you think that it'd be a lil odd if they're the ones to state what's natural or unnatural? isnt it a lil unfair here? why should the people who dont wanna be in same-sex marriages have a say in it? they arent the ones who're gonna be involved in the marriage. okayy, you wanna let Saddam loose into the world again, i say, of course, the public's got a say in that, coz Saddam could bomb yer house next. *terbabom!!* but really, what's wrong with gay people wanting to settle down and get married and all? what's it gotta do with you, mr. im-so-damn-straight-it-hurts? if they get married, it really is their own business, they arent gonna hurt anybody, are they? in fact, i reckon they're the ones who're gonna get ostracised and despised by The Straight Ones(read: us) just coz they swing another way. which is really quite unfortunate. cliched, i know, but they're human too, and dont they have some rights? okayy, lets not go into how chickens shouldnt be mindlessly slaughtered coza the bird flu rampage and how chickens have rights, i dont think i can handle that big a case. back to the matter at hand here, y'all. its a small matter to some of us, but for those out there who're happily and blissfully gay and in a relationship, they arent able to be officially married coz singapore's got too damn narrow a perspective to allow it. and for some reason i feel outraged for em, even tho im quite, quite heterosexual. owell. guv'ment sees all, hears all, knows all, right? anyways. among one of the presents that Donovan gave me for vday was a big original Mogu bear. cmon, stir up that memory, ynoe what that is. its one of those things that're stuffed with tiny lil styrofoam beads so that it gives the thing a liquid-ish feeling. so yeahh. he gave me one, and its a bear with no eyes and its big and its hot pink. *sizzzzle* which is really cool, coz they're remarkably squishable. and they arent exactly, er, cheap. oh yes. what i wanted to say was that i've named the super-squishy Mogu bear after one of the tribes from Survivor: All Stars. t'was sheer coincidence, i swear. when Don first gave it to me in the car when he picked me up, i thought for awhile and decided to name thr bear Mogo Mogo. and then i realised that t'was the name of the Survivor tribe, which also happens to be my fav tribe in my fav Survivor season coz its got RICHARD bloody HATCH, the scheming, manipulative bastard who won a million fuckin bucks. i love that dude. so yea. and then i realised that Mogu's the brand of the bear thingy, so it all fit. three good reasons to keep the name Mogo Mogo for the bear: 1)it came to me *almost* immdediately 2)its the name of my fav tribe from Survivor and 3)its like a repetition of the brand of the bear. plus, it helps that the name really fits. Mogp Mogo, y'all! cmon, what other name would better fit a ridiculously squishy bear that doesnt have any eyes, has limbs disproportionate to its body, and is hot pink??? good, no? well, Donovan calls it Ratboy coz he thought t'was a rat til i corrected him on that rather grievous error. actually.. my mom also thought t'was a rat when i first showed Mogo Mogo to her. Mogo Mogo is heart-broken. he does not seek to be the lowly despised rat. he wants to be sunbear of the highest order. correction.. make that: hot pink sunbear of the highest order. i sleep with Mogo Mogo and im so scared that i'll snag on his.. skin(if thats what you call it) that i've cut all my nails real short. actually, no la. im just messin with ya. my nail completely broke off on sunday so i had to cut em all to the same length. i was quite devastated, really. bloody nail. i had to cut em all, couldnt bloody go around with 9 bloody nice nails and 1 lameass nail, could i? its all abt uniformity, man. uniformity and equality are the key words of the day, yo!! so anyways. back to Survivor and Richard Hatch. have i mentioned before that he's my absolute fav Survivor survivor? why, i believe i have. sure, Rob was way more manipulative, but he screwed it all up for himself in the end, the fool. i havent been watching Survivor lately, tho, so i hope that Hatch hasnt been voted out yet. he rawwwwkkks. go go Richard!!! rah rahh rahhh!!! gonna go now, gotta go give Mogo Mogo my Hug Of Death. Donovan, you reading this, yea. listening to: Stranded by Plumb.
spat vitriol @ 12:03 AM
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Monday, February 16, 2004 "Life's as easy as A to Z." i love all the yellow pages adverts. i do!! they're all goddamn funny, man. i find myself dancing along with all those dudes in the yellow skin-tight suits. DO THE HUSSLE!!!! doo doo doo doo doo-doo doo doo dooooo.. godd. they're totally funky. the adverts, i mean. i also like the honey stars adverts. ynoe, the one with the happy bear in the spacesuit and he's in space and he always has to tackle some evil space monster?? but thang is, the monster dont wanna harm nobuhdee! it just want some honey stars, yea!! honey stars, man!! and after they get a spoonful of magical honey stars, they're placated and happy space monsters, instead of evil space monsters. cmon, somebody give those boogeymen some honey stars. anyways. i was watching Becker just now, and today's episode was really quite good. i mean, Becker's always good, dont get me wrong, but today's one was a lil more exceptional. t'was a christmas eve episode, and Becker had a patient who died in his clinic's waiting room. the guy was dressed up as a santa, and there were all these kids in the waiting room as well. next thing ynoe, you see all these kids lined up next to the dead santa, asking him for toys. you gotta see it. priceless. and coz the santa dude hadnt had any listed next-of-kin, becker had to go down himself to identify the body at the morgue. and at the morgue, the.. morgue dude(wadever he's called) had stored beer in the in an empty.. body fridge(wadever you call that) coz t'was christmas eve and all the morgue dudes and dudettes were having a lil celebration. yea, xmas eve celebrations at the morgue. there was shrimp, too, but the huge bowl of shrimp was in another body fridge, between the legs of a cadaver. nice. and the christmas tree that Reg gave him caught on fire. very satisfying episode. anyways. i still feel this tiny surge of excitement when i see what Donovan gave me, along with quite a good dose of guilt. damn i dont deserve all this stuff. he's too good to me. oh wait, make that too good for me. my grammar! ha! haa! im craving for some fish&chips now. fish&chips.. good.. *slobber*
spat vitriol @ 10:59 PM
xxx i had the most wonderful valentine's day ever. ever. the greatest vday in the history of maddie's life. that'd be moi. i asked Donovan if it'd be okay if i blogged abt it, and he was quite alright with it, but i spose im not going to. well, i mean, not the details of it, anyways. Donovan is, without a single doubt in the whole world, the sweetest, most thoughtful, amazing, generous, kindest, accomodating, and wonderful guy in the whole wide world. without a doubt. it wasnt just the presents he got me, either. i mean, he gave me wayy more than i expected to receive. i never knew vday could get this good. he's goooood. he'd put so much thought into it that t'was just.. incredible. he'd even wrapped em himself, specially picking out black and pink wrapping paper, coz he knows its my fav colour combo. okayy, yea, so its a kiddy colour combo.. but i loike. but spending time with him was the best(tho like i said, the presents were fabulous as well). and its the lil things that matter, ynoe? like i said, wrapping the presents himself with hot pink + black wrapping paper. and him going to so much trouble to make it all so special. and him listening to my unreasonable dinner request. and him kissing me in the morning, even tho i had morning breath.(MAJOR brownie points there!!) other stuff, too. these're just a few of the things he did. i felt completely and utterly undeserving of everything he did for me, i really did. i was so incredibly touched, and happy, and feeling like i wasnt worthy of him and everything he did(and bought) for me, that i cried. it wasnt huge sobs, i didnt heave or leave snot trails all over the carpet, nothin like that. i dont even cry like that when im crazy-ass upset, yo. so unglam. but i dropped a few tears, and really, thats quite alot for me already. and the tears wouldnt dry up, even tho i told myself *fiercely* to stop crying, t'was silly. i was crying coz i was HAPPY, man. i was practically rendered speechless when i saw everything that he'd done for me, i could only just hug him, and before i knew it, i was tearing up. for the first time, in the history of man, maddie cries coz she's happy. thats me. t'was so strange, i've never cried coz i was happy before. in my defence, i didnt purposely shed those tears coz its drama-mama and always looks good on the telly, it just happened. incredible, isnt it? i know.. it is! Donovan's the bestest best boyfriend ever!! *squeal! squeal!!* but really, he is. and in my opinion, the presents i got him could never live up to what he got and did for me, not in a million years, and that me me feel all the more.. guilty. so. lets do a run-down of all the emotions + feelings i felt. and not in chronological order. whoo! im a rebel. so i felt: happy. contented. completely undeserving. horny. guilty. embarrassed. some more happy. cherished. sated. thats abt it, i think. ynoe. Donovan's really too good for me. he is. *sighh* how depressing. you ask me a silly question, you ask me, "why is it depressing that Donovan is better than you? is it not good that he is, coz after all, we all seek better things in our lives, including relationships?" and i reply yer silly question, i say, "it is depressing, you fool, coz somebody better than me's gonna come along and sweep him off his feet and thats it, bye bye Donovan. it doesnt take alot to be better than me, after all. and thats depressing coz well, its gonna be excruciatingly painful for me coz losing him would be a major bitch. thats putting it lightly. of course, its gonna be HELL tryna pummel this ego of mine and take it down, tho." erghh. depressing. i shant think abt it any longer. coz 1) its depressing and harmful to my mental and physical health and stability, and 2)i unfortunately do not own a prescription for prozac. to bounce back from a state of slight despondency, i just wanna say that im just extremely grateful and, cliched word but apt, blissful to be with Don.(of course, thats not ALL i wanna say, its just a really inadequate summary of how i feel) he's wonderful. ooh!! i just caught a whiff of the white roses he gave me when the wind blew in!(they come with red heart-shaped chocs) thats not all he gave me, of course. *grinz* i know i know, im all lovey dovey.. but you gotta pardon me, i dont get like this very often, and i know im not overdoing it at all(considering the fact that t'was all alot more than wonderful). i must've done smth good in my last life to be with Donovan now, man. unfortunately, i've been so bloody unproductive in this life that i think i wont even get the slimmest chance to reincarnate for the next 500 years. gee diggidy whiz. thats a long time. Donovan and i caught Along Came Polly on sunday and well, t'wasnt too bad, i think it did better than "2 and a 1/2 ferrets out of 5". Stuck On You was so much more unfunnier. blergh. and after that i felt like having pizza so we went to nydc. there were all these secondary school kiddies sitting next to our table. 15 of em, actually. 14 girls and 1 guy. the 1 guy just happened to be sitting right at the end of the table, next to me. i spose he just wasnt cool enough to be sitting with the girls. he was a complete geek. he was reading a comic boook when he came in, and t'wasnt even a cool comic book. no, seriously, ther're comic books and graphic novels out there in the world, but what he was reading shouldnt even be classified under any of those. i took many glances to see what he was reading, and the logo on the front wasnt even nicely designed. also, outta the many panels on his comic magazine(thats the best name i can give it), the drawings were lousy, dialogue minimal, and 30% of the panels didnt even have drawings, they were just filler panels, filled up with one solid colour to represent the sky or the grass or wadever. you wanna read a comic, get a good one, ynoe? and thats my point, he's not just a geek, he's a stupid geek. he was reading the damn thing not just coz the girls werent talking to him, but also coz he was genuinely interested in the comic. fancy being genuinely interested in a lousy comic!! i am indignant for the comic industry. geez. even at the table, he read and read, all the way til his soup came. he also had a huge bottle of 1.5litre apple tea rolling around on the booth next to him. Don and i were joking that he was probably a cheapo and bought the huge bottle of apple tea coz it was cheap and only cost 2 bucks. the soup he ordered cost twice that($3.95, actually), and i bet he felt the pinch. hot damn im evil. *smirx* well. anyways. its not nice to read a shitty comic mag at the table when there're 14 girls sitting at the same table as you. anyways. after pizza and a mudpie Donovan and i went back to his place coz he wanted to watch Moulin Rouge. i've never watched it before coz i thought t'was gonna be too mushy for my taste. i was right, too. i went to sleep before an hour had gone by, and Don slept too, before he sent me back and he went back to base to catch some shut-eye. and thats it. my back hurts coz i went tanning on saturday morning with Sidney tinks(thats my new nickname for her.. new + improved! shorter, and easier to type, too), Sara DJ, and Jenny. my back.. hurts.. ow ow.. sunburnt.. ow oww.. arms, too.. need ice pack.. pronto.. oww.. Donovan rawwwwkkks. reading: Hellboy- The Right Hand Of Doom by Mike Mignola.
spat vitriol @ 6:29 PM
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Saturday, February 14, 2004 valentine's day is a wonderful, wonderful day.. if only coz the webcomics are better than usual!!! whooo! so i'll share the love.. spread it out like oil on water baby.. i love what vday means to all these webcomic artists. they're awesome, simply awesome dudes. check it out, y'all. 
culled from scary go round. what vday means to the artist(in my astute obervation): vday's abt seeking out friends in need and helping em out. that'd be the 2 girls helping the guy in the comic. typical. males.*psssh* and also adding in a lil bit of Jesus to spice things up.. which it did, didnt it?? ooh. Jesaus in an airplane, waving at clouds.. man, you'd think that he was on weeeeeeeed. 
culled from something positive. what vday means to the artist(in my astute observation): friends still help friends in need. guy helps girl when she's drunk and doesnt take advantage of her, girl helps guy when she's sober to fulfil the aching emotional emptiness in both their lives, and also provide him with some good asian lovin. now thats love. just kiddin. really la! 
culled from wigu. what vday means to the artist(in my astute observation): girls versus boys. of course, the girl wins. havent you heard? ohh, the female of the species is deadlier than the male, dahling. i know its a strain, but if you dont get the comic, you just gotta look at it carefully in order to understand it. the drawing style's cool, but can distract from the true content of the comic. 
culled from diesel sweeties. what vday means to the artist(in my astute observation): it is an irrelevant, fun-filled lil day. def not to be taken seriously. having sex multiple times is also advisable. practise safe sex y'all. we dont want a real bun in the oven, do we now? sex dwarves.. kinky!! listening to: Change The World by Eric Clapton.
spat vitriol @ 3:15 AM
xxx im tired. but i gotta blog it all down before i forget anythin. so i woke up, bathed, went to town for awhile, and then i went to school. today wasnt as hot as yesterday, but it doesnt mean that i still didnt sweat like a stuck pig today. i gotta meet Shameena begum and Rachel pinky and we caught up and everythin, i was pretty damn happy to see em today as well. i got a couple of free style tops coz the school was giving em out. i took 4. the material's amazingly lousy. i'll wear em to sleep, hoho. ooh!! James sk8ter boi, Dan da man, Zayed, this other dude, and Taufiq performed today. they did a coldplay song, an evanescence song, an ataris song, and.. one more song, i cant remember by who. James and Dan were awesome. James was on drums; Dan, Zayed and the other dude on the guitars. they all looked too cool la. and they did a pretty good performance too, just that the mics squealed like hell on their first song when Taufiq sang, coz he was the main vocalist.(gee i wonder why duhh) i was cheering em on, t'was great. after the mini-gig, i went up to praise James and Dan, and James was a teeny bit upset coz he was a lil outta sync at first but soon got back into the groove(but he was still pretty damn awesome, nonetheless) and Dan was worried, the first thing he asked me was, "did we suck?" of course not!! they rawwwkkk!!! they really do. anyways. i just basically hung around in school with Rishi the whole day, and a couple of other people along the way. t'was cool. and Rishi forgot to bring my earrings to school, he'd bought me some when he went to india. its a good tradition. everytime he goes to bankok(or in this case, india), he always gets Nadiah and me earrings. woohooo!! traditions arent meant to be broken, babyyyy. after that i rushed back home to change, and then i met Amanda at zouk. i was actually 20mins late late, and coz of me, the both of us missed Haikel's performance, as well as half of Too Phat's performace. which was really too bad, coz we wanted to see em. we managed to catch half of "just a little bit" by Too Phat, so that wasnt too bad. just a lil bit... juuuussssst a lil bit.. So sorry we missed their performance, Amanda dearie!! i bumped into Ollie, Magz and Anz at zouk tonight. speaking of which, i bumped into Zhi in the train to school today. amazing. the former were right next to me at zouk before i spotted em first, and the latter standing right next to me on the train before i spotted her first. after Too Phat's performance was Blue.. who suckked. surprise surprise!!!! tone-deaf sonofabitches. i booed em. and they had the hard-core fans of Blue go up on stage to sing, which was even worse, coz they were even more tone-deaf than Blue, if thats humanly possible.(turns out t'was) christ. Amanda made a good point.. mebbe the reason why the fans fancy Blue is coz they're tone-deaf!(both the fans and Blue) good point, dude. anyways. the fans got goodie bags for being tone-deaf and singing like crap. i was fantasising abt robbing em. a few looked quite weak. i dont mean the girls. hawhaw! there was even this one dude who had this weak reedy lil voice.. cripes. i cheered for him, everyone too, coz he was our very own singapore's William Hung! yea.. i might've hollered it out liud while he was singing. heyy, im at the back of the crowd, we cant even see each other, he cant hear me. for god's sake, he cant even hear his OWN voice. i spose everyone agreed with me that he was the singaporean versh of William Hung, coz when Jean Danker(she and Utt were the emcees) asked the crowd to clap for the best singer, hardly anyone clapped for the rest but EVERYONE clapped and cheered like hell for mr. wannabe-william-hung. woohooo!! that bit rocked. i got a lil pissed off once tho. coz i mean, i was already kinda tired and i was wearing heels, and Amanda and i are standing at the steps watching the performances. and then this stupid bitch comes along down the stairs, and she steps down without looking to see where her eyes are going, and stomps on my mf'ing foot. i yelled, "shit! fuck!!" right in her ear, coz her ear was at my mouth, really. i didnt actually intend to shout at her, mostly coz my foot got trampled upon, and a lil bit coz she was such a blind bitch. she mumbled smth, if t'was an apology i couldnt hear it. she was with her boyfriend, and as they moved off into the crowd i gave her the bird. she also chose to turn around at the time i gave her the birdy, so i just *stealthily* put my hand down and continued watching the show. then Javier came on, and then Stacie Orrico, and by 10pm everything was over. so Amanda and i left zouk to meet Sara DJ, Sidney tinkerbell and Haugeng er-ge in town. i was pretty damn bushed by then, had some concentration problems by then. kept missing out lil bits of conversation, and didnt hear when people talked or asked me questions. that was quite bad. i mean, i didnt know that i could get this bad. i really need my Ritalin, no shite balls. anyways. i saw Pam and Mervyn in town, along with Benson and Matthew Wan(the bugger's in acjc now). Matthew's like, sposed to be my bro coz we've both got the same surname. kinky. bumped into Jenny, and Rachel SMU as well. and after that we all went home. Sidney and i took the train home together, and the train was pretty empty coz t'was one of the last trains running before midnight struck and all the mrt-drivers would turn into pumpkins. that is the curse of driving a mrt. if yer driving an mrt, and it strikes midnight(dial 700 for the accurate time), you'll turn into a pumpkin, too. no exceptions. so if any mrt still ran after midnight, it'd have a pumpkin for a driver, and that wouldnt be very safe, would it? that is why no mrt runs after midnight. so anyways. as i was sayin. Sidney and i were sitting together on the train, and directly opposite her was this chinese dude in working attire(pants and shirt and cheap ugly brown briefcase) in specs, reading the new paper. i hadnt noticed til Sidney whispered to me(see, this is why i need my ritalin, i cant see shite) that the guy kept staring at her. i looked, and Sidney was right. the dude kept staring at her for a few seconds, the return to either his paper or to look above our heads, where they have the mrt line map. i was quite dulan coz i was actually pretty tired and everything, and there this guy is, just disrespectfully ogling Sidney like she's a piece of meat. jerk. so i just stared at him, and the fella's got such thick skin, he cant even feel me staring at him. he'd notice occasionally tho, and he'd turn back to hs papers. otherwise, he'd just shamelssly stare at Sidney. prick. so i started talking abt Dasson, and how he gets into fights, and how he'll beat up anyone i want him to, especially people who stare at people. and Sidney agreed, and talked abt HER people who'd help her if tehre ever was a fight, and related a story to me. by then, t'was our stop, so we got off. and when i turned around, i saw that the bugger was STILL tryna look at Sidney as we walked out and down the escalators. el desperado. Sidney said that he's never seen girls before, thats why. hoho. anyways. thats abt it. its officially vday today already. and i broke my nail, godammit. i break my feckin nail on vday. whoop dee doo. i dont know what time im meeting Donovan, and the rest're probably going to s.o.s at night. owell. omg. im so tired, but i gotta reply Shujin and Steph's email(isit a coincidence that both their names start with an 's'?), and then i gotta paint my nails coz of my broken one, i dont want it to break off even more. gotta glue the fucker back into place the best i can ynoe. hell. annoying annoying annoying. i hate it when my nail breaks. im meeting Sara DJ and Sidney tinkerbell to go to sentosa to tan in the morning some more.. just got off the phone with Amanda, she's sposed to go but she's not anymore, due to some rather unforseen circumstances. and i gotta be up at 9am. aiee. i am so lacking sleep. tired. tired. tired. i need my Ritalin. gotta start takin it regularly. my lack of concentration is truly taking a toll for the worse. whooooo. i dont wanna end up as this totally spaced-out strung-out meat popsicle, ynoe. that'd be cool, but still. the tired-ness isnt exactly helping, either. g'night, all. and great valentine's day, once again, you funky people you!!
spat vitriol @ 2:27 AM
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Thursday, February 12, 2004 i was sposed to go tanning at sentosa with Edna today, but i didnt, coz of an emergency call and i had to go to school to settle some shite. which is a fuckin pity, coz today's weather was scorching hot, and it would've been perfect for tanning. el perfecto, comprende? godammit!! so i am SO SO SO sorry Edna dearest(i'll call you anythin you want as long as you forgive me), i really really am.. i didnt mean to bail out at the last minute, but i really had to go to school and all. will explain to you when we meet up alright?? and no worries, i wont bail on you again. anyways. i went back to school and t'was openhouse today, ladida, kiddies everywhere. blergh. but i gotta say, t'was good meerting the people that mattered.. like Nadiah sweetheart, Rishi beardy, Dior darling, Dan da man, James sk8ter boi, Sylvia, Fifi, Naddy baby and Alicia. we talked, they made me smile, it all almost felt normal again. i love you guys, ynoe i do, really. you guys made my day. i talked to a few of the lecturers, umm, yeahh. that was that. Rishi beardy bought treated me to a milo, and the makcik at the muslim stall missed me so she treated me to rendang!!(plus Rishi told her to treat me) Rishi rocks, but makcik rocks more la!!! ohh.. i love rendang.. mm mm mm mmmm.. okay okayy you both equally rock, aight. today was blisteringly hot, you could walk into an air-conditioned room and the sweat would still be pouring off me. i was like the singaporean versh of the niagara falls, man. yeahh so i chilled in school with ma peepz til abt 6pm, and t'was all cool, we were in the library and all. the library's just been renovated, and i havent seen all of it, but is basically fuct mf'ing AWESOME!! Amanda, you think np library rules, you gotta see tp's library, aight. coz im pretty sure it'll beat np poly hands-down. okayy.. i'll be nice.. not hands-down la. it'll just beat np poly's library.. hawhaw!! im so funny. anyhow. there were quite a few events going on at tp. like the lotr booth. and this tent that had a string of performances. when i came across it(you cant miss it, the wankers are speaking on mics as loud as a jetplane's engines) with Rishi, the light years cast, along with an emcee, was on stage. nobody cheered for the light years cast, of course. d'oh. so i did. i cheered real loud when a few other people were just clapping politely. thought i'd put my voice into practice since i hadnt been using it in awhile, ynoe ynoe. and when the emcee said that we werent cheering or clapping enough, and still no one cheered or clapped *d'oh* i yelled, "WHOOOO!!! LIGHT YEARS!!!!! YOU RAWWWKKK!!!! WOOHOOOO LIGHT YEAR!!!! YAYYYYY!!!! LIGHT YEARS!!!!!" and the light years cast and emcee stared at me a lil strangely. i guess they didnt expect emselves to have fans, eh?? hoho. once i stopped cheering, Rishi asked me, "you like light years??? and i replied, "no, i dont give a shite." and then i walked off with rishi behind me, and we went to the canteen to get a drink coz t'was too damn bloody hot hot hot. so. i went to town with Dan da man, James sk8ter boi, Greg, Cj and Yonghui at abt 6+pm. we took 518 from school and i talked to Mas, who was on the bus too. and then i talked to Dan. and it turns out that its the same everywhere i go, be it in school or town or wherever: William Hung is the coolest, most hip-hop-and-happening dude to be talkin abt now. everyone's got smth to say, and everyone says it. i could be sleeping, and i bet that i'd dream abt people still going on and on abt William Hung. the dude who left an sms on AMI3 was pretty accurate i think, when he said, "everyone shut up abt william hung already." quite apt really, coz ol will's ol news, baby. i mean, he was SO last, last tuesday. literally. so we reached town, and i hung out at far east with James, Dan and Greg. i fancied the belt that James had on, t'was white and lined with double rows of metallic stars and holes, and he'd bought it from far east.. and good news, we were at far east! so we went to the belt shop and i went and got the black versh of his belt. i like the belt alot, its pretty cool. i put it on once i bought it, and the guys(James especially) were like, "wahh!! maddie rockstar la!! maddie ROCKSTAR!!!!" which was pretty cool, i love those guys.. coz they called me a rockstar. dont you like the way that looks? "maddie rockstar". ha! ha! dont i am still so funny. then we went over to cine coz the guys were gonna meet Yonghui, and i was due to meet El Paulo, Jeremy, Sidney, Haugeng er-ge, Benedict, Jenny, Ivan smooshy marshmallow and Marcus. i was hanging out with em, and then alternatively, also with Dan and James. i felt a lil bad leaving James and Dan alone after Greg had left town. so yea, i was sitting with the other big bunch(meaning El Paulo&co) when who should join us but.. Donovan!! i mean, i was already anticipating his arrival coza the stuff he was saying in his smses, even tho he didnt say it outright that he'd be joining us. t'was a real pleasant surprise that he really did join us, tho. i thought that he wouldnt, what with his work and all. i mean, i completely didnt expect it!(even tho i did, coz im psychic, ynoe) i was like, pretty damn happy. to expect his arrival is one thing, to actually see him in the tanned flesh is another. and then we both left the group and walked around cine, even tho there was nothing to see, and we were just talking and talking, i cant even remember what we were going on abt, just our usual garbled nonsense, ynoe. and i was happeeeee. happy mainly also coz 1)we werent sposed to be meeting up and he showed up, what a surprise!! *grinz* 2)i was seeing him on a weekday. if you folks havent noticed, i usually only see him on weekends. and only ONE day outta the weekend, coz if he aint with his bros then im clubbing, or some other thang like that. 3)finally, he's just so pleasant-looking, dont you think? he makes me *smile* mushiness attack!! haiieeeyahhh!!!! *karate chop* yeah so anyways, Donovan and i went to this place called R@men at cine(3rd floor, me thinks) that has like, a vast array of food choicecs, so vast that they cover 3 whole pages in a A5 size menu.(hint: A5's half the size of A4) i mean, wow, incredible. Donovan had, no shite, ramen. and i didnt have much of an appetite so i just had ebi tempura. and a lil of his soup. and a piece of gyoza smth, basically a lil dumpling thing. we talked abt his education, and then we talked abt my education, and everything was just depressing to me so i got kinda moochy. coz school's not really a topic that actually gets me all happy and cheery, ynoe. unlike alcohol. Donovan had to leave after dinner coz he was going back to some airbase crap place, and we'd only spent an hour together, but for me t'was really better than nothing at all. i mean, i was grateful that we were spending time together on a weekday at all, ynoe? so today turned out to be quite alright, coz i not only gotta meet Donovan, i'd bought my holey star-studded belt, met friends in school, and even hung out with a few of em in town. then i met el Paulo&co at annex at heeren, and i wanted to get the fedora hat at fourskin(coz El Paulo's got one and i've always wanted one for myself), but unfortunately my head's just the size of a bloody pumpkin and it showed in those fedora hats, so i fucked it. i was deciding between this 1)cowboy hat, that would go with my boots and my new belt perfectly. yeeeha!! now all i need is a lasso, wee laddies! 2)and this other hat, thats a lil like the pink one Paula Abdul wore on AMI3. her hat was gorgeous, by the way. i'd kill for that hat. yeahh. yeahh!! mebbe i should kill her. somebody gimme an air ticket to usa, pronto. pronto, y'hear me?! they had heart-shaped balloons at fourskin, and they were free, and the nice uncle gave me a red one. all coz vday's around the corner. i wouldnt mind free balloons everyday. i love helium balloons! i like the way they defy gravity.. the rebels!!! the balloon's drifting abt in my room now, goin where the air-con wind blows it. drift, balloon, drift.. .. .. anyways. i spent ages and ages deciding(coz im sucha fickle fucker, yea. doesnt 'fickle fucker' remind you of Peter Piper??), and everyone was for the cowboy hat, cept for Sidney and Jeremy, who strangely decided for the other hat without discussion. hmm. unfortunately, i was too broke, so i couldnt get em. i wanted to get both, actually. yea yea, call me greedy, wadever. i care. hats. nice.. *slobber*.. *drool*.. "peter piper picked a peck of fickled fucker, a peck of fickled fucker peter piper picked. if peter piper picked a peck of fickled fucker, where's the peck of fickled fucker peter piper picked??" ohh, the intoxicating mysteries of life. everybody wants to know where the fickle fucker is. i gotta say that its great shopping and looking for hats and shoes with El paulo, plus he passes pretty good judgement on the merchandise. thanks, dude. i basically went nuts when i saw all the hats and caps at fourskin man, i would've had a bloody epileptic attack, i was so damn excited. all those hats! so many of em!! in so many designs and sizes!!! *hyperventilate it, baby!!* aight. after that, we all went home. yeahh. thats it. end of story. tmr tho, will be a new day. *blergh* and i'll be going back to school to have a nice chat with the lecturers. hell yeahh. and then i'll be chillin with my mates til 3.30pm, coz thats when Dan da man, James sk8ter boi and Taufiq perform. Dan on guitar, James on drums and Taufiq on vocals. im not sure if anyone else is performing with em, mebbe Zahed or Yonghui.. im not sure. but wadever it is, i'll be there, if only to support James and Dan.. whooooo!! you guys rawwwwkkkkk!!! after that, im rushing home to change, and then its off to the Stace Orrico thingamajiggy gig at zouk with Amanda. its gonna be a real tiring day tmr, you can betcha top dollar on that, ladieez and gents. hope i dont get a heart attack. can you believe it, im still checking back with friendster from time to time. ohh, the shame. the humiliation. i cannot stand it. *sighh* im a dork. sad case sia. listening to: 100 years/ Something About You by 5 For Fighting reading: Q Is For Quarry by Sue Grafton. yes, its my last and final book, Donovan dahling. *ahemm*
spat vitriol @ 11:57 PM
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Wednesday, February 11, 2004 ooh!! i forgot to say that my mom got the visa mini credit card. omg.. it comes with a ton of priviledges. seriously, if i was earning and i had a steady income, i'd get it. unfortunately, im not, im a bum. but the visa mini's an awesome lil thingy!! im not kiddin. and my mom gets so much cool stuff and freebies.. rest assured that i'll have no qualms whatsoever using em up. plus plus PLUS you get a serious load of priority at clubs with the visa mini man. i was yelling and screaming and whooping for joy as i checked out the priviledges that you get at cards. i mean, 20% off at winebar? priority in the queues at zouk and phuture on sat? among shitloads of other stuff at other clubs, i just cant rememeber what. the card even comes with these gadgets in a neat lil box, and they're gadgets you can link yer visa mini up to. ynoe. like the way you see the woman in the visa mini advert wore hers on a lanyard around her neck on the telly? yeahh.. the visa mini's got a small hole punched into the corner and it comes with that lanyard, and a lil rock-climbing metal thang, and also one of those hp straps. neat-o blanc-o! wadever that means. i just hope that i can use the card when my mom's not there. as in, to use the card without her having to be around, ynoe. not stealing her card or anythin, godd no. but yea, it'd be pretty weird to be at winebar, having jugs of vodka cranberry and vodka lime and the such, with all my friends. and we're drinking and we're like, "ta! ta!! bo ta bo lam pa!!!" and my mom's just sedately sitting there at the table, watching us drink and get high and talking nonsense, ynoe. actually my mom's alot like me when she drinks, cept that she's possibly a worse drinker than i am. and thats kinda bad, coz im a pretty lousy drinker meself. my mom'll drink a lil and her face'll turn the shade of a pretty hibiscus in bloom. like me la, when i drink. but its kinda worse for her coz she's fair and everything, muahaha. i gotta go drinking with my mom, man. get a lil subliminal msging thang going ynoe, hoho. my mom's quite adorable, even tho she gets on my nerves sometimes. i was SO completely excited when she told me that she'd gotten the card, and she kept smiling smugly to myself coz she knew t'was cool too. jingle bells, jingle bells, vday's on the wayyy.. just felt like saying that. but yeahh ynoe, vday really is quite an over-commercialised day. i mean, okayy, it may be a teensy weensy bit special, but its not THAT special. no need for 245 roses that mean "i love you and we'll stay together all our lives, even our reincarnated ones". im kidding, you guys.(does 245 roses mean even anything??) but im just talkin abt it coz i dont know whether he believes it or not, but i think that Donovan(and Amanda, and El Paulo) doesnt really believe me when i tell him that im not really expecting anythin big or fancy or wow-woww fro him on vday. its coz its enough to just be spending time with him coz we really dont spend enough time together due to his work and all. im not joking!! why dont they believe me?? boo hoo hoo. of course, this is not to say that im not expecting anything at all, dont get me wrong, a lil smth would def be nice, but im not exactly expecting Donovan to buy me the entire tiffany store, dinner at the ritz, 99 red velvety roses and a 6-doored chauffeured limo to pick me up. no, really, im not. its all expensive, cliched, o.t.t, and unoriginal. vday's a cool day, but its overrated, and people tend to have such unrealistic notions of how it should really be. silly, silly, silly people. i've got quite a few things to say abt vday but im just gonna go rambling on and on so i shant bother. i'd know, i just tried blogging abt it, but rather unfortunately i was just going on and on and being all long-winded(the way Sundeep can get sometimes when he's talking abt certain things) so.. forget it. Janice complains that i blog wayy too much anyways.. right, girl?? *chuckle* but anyways. an early vday message out there too all you wonderful sould reading my blog at the mo. remember what i have said, it is good, sound, solid advice, whoah. *ahem ahemm* here i go: "to you singles out there, if you havent got a date and yer not okay with it, its really not so bad. there're other things in yer life to be grateful for, like the sun + the moon + yer friends + family. imagine life without em. and if you dont like seeing couples on the roads, just stay home. no biggie. you've probably stayed home on other saturdays as well, right? today'll be no different. this has been yer last warning. you dont wanna keel over and die as you choke on yer vomit as you gag when you see girls in town walkin around with their boyfriends, carrying stuffed toys and flowers and balloons. also, stay home if yer allergic to flowers(roses in particular), there're gonna be alotta those around on vday. to you singles out there who dont have a date but are completely cool with it, you guys rawwkk!! i salute you. you guys are secure with who you are, ynoe that you dont need somebody to make you feel 'complete', you guys're awesome. but then, you probably already know that. go out with yer friendas on vday, have fun, chill out, mock couples on the street, laugh at ugly couples, dont watch Torque.. you get my point. you guys'll be out on vday, i'll bump into you guys in town then. to couples who're attached and happy/content/good-stuff, congratulations, dudes! vday's yer day.(or so retailers want you to think) for one day, you guys can walk around town slobbering over each other with not a soul batting an eyelid. have fun go mad, rip each other's clothes off in public, copulate wildly on the streets, 'have fun go mad' i said. have a good one, and hope that you guys'll see many other vdays thru together. for you guys who're attached and distinctly not happy/content/good-stuff, and have been trying to keep up the act of being happy/content/good-stuff, hopefully vday'll bring you to yer senses to sort things out. good luck, and all the best." thankfully, i dont know anyone in the last category, and if anyone in that category reads my blog, i truly only wish for em to make the right choice and decisions, even if it isnt necessarily the most pleasant route to take. i could say alot more, but i wont la. i think i've said enough already, as it is. have a peachy vday wayy in advance y'all, i love you guys, ynoe i do. and a lil webcomic to liven up the gloomy atmosphere: 
reading: Sole Survivor by Dean Koontz. listening to: Electrical Storm by U2.
spat vitriol @ 4:53 AM
xxx i was out just now with Amanda, Sidney, El Paulo, Sidney tinkybell, Bizhen, Jeremy and Mark 6. and i was correct.. Torque sucked ASS!! apparantly t'was only 1 hour and 5 bloody mins long.. god, even disney cartoons are longer than that man! Torque is sucha complete rip-off. and according to El Paulo, Torque's doing so badly that they're offering a 1-for-1 deal with Torque, and only Torque tickets. buy one, and get another free. Torque.. sucks.. ASS!!!!! hooha!! set, im never gonna watch it, not even if im with Donovan, coz i dont want him paying for me to watch a piss-lousy movie. oh yes, Sidney darling, thanks so much for reading my blog!! *grinz* anyways. i was wearing my boots today and they're hell. or close to it. i wanted to test drive em today to see if i should wear em on sat or not, ynoe. once i was home and i took em off, my feet didnt actually hurt as much as when i wear some of my other heels. but while im wearing em boots, they really kinda slaughter my feet coz the sole's a lil thin so the balls of my feet dont get enough cushioning. also, the heels are abt 3 inches high, or 7cm high, and i dont exaclt have big feet so its a lil strenuous walking around. good thing they're boots tho, i might topple over if i didnt have the support. wadever, my feet just get kinda achy if i toddle around for too long. its cool, tho. Amanda thinks they look stylish, Mark 6 thinks they're cool and they look good, and Bizhen thinks that they're quite dominatrix-ish. not that i've got a problem with that, dont get me wrong. in fact, when Sidney had touched the heel of my boot when i was sitting down earlier on, i'd told her that all i was missing was a whip. mixed reviews, but so far so good. unfortunately, the bloody boots just kill my feet la, ynoe. but worth it.. i think. mebbe i'll convince myself that it is soon. anyways! i'd met up earlier on in the evening with Amanda and El Paulo first. we kinda just wandered around til Amanda dearest decided that she wanted to have some chocolate milkshake thang at Fish&co. i forgot what its called.. chockie junkie.. chockie monkey.. chockie.. wadever.. the 3 of us walked from taka to centrepoint's Fish&co, but the shop there didnt have the chockie drink, so we walked ALL the way to the glass house near park mall. omg. my poor fuckin feet. i really wasnt intending to eat, i was on a real tight budget, but in the end i did, anyways. i think all of us didnt intend to eat but we ended up eating anyways.. the food was too irresistable, it all smelt so good, and i was craving fish & chips. Amanda and i had fish & chips, and El Paulo had this sambal fish with rice, and he ordered coleslaw too. El Paulo eats very lil. i ate his fish after he was done. then Mark 6 came, and he polished off what we all couldnt finish: Amanda's fries, my fries, and El Paulo's veggies and fish. yumm! fish is good. ive been eating fish everyday for the past few days.. fish soup, fish soup, and fish & chips today. actually, i was only eating fish soup coz of my throat and all, but thats another story. medical report for the day: my throat's still kinda fucky, tho at least i can talk. i just sound like some pubescent male. bah. so yeahh. after fish & chips we went down to.. where else.. pot black to meet the rest. and then we all went home, yeap. man. was so damn sleepy on the bus. *snorx* oh yeahh. Amanda's got the tix for some mtv thang at zouk tmr night, but im too lazy to go. if i went, the only reason i'd go was coz of the goodie bag(goodie bags!! wheeee!), but im too lazy for even that. also, i was already going for the Stacie Orrico thang at zouk on friday with her already, so i figured, wadahell.. just go on friday and forget abt tmr. dont think i could deal with crappy crowds 2 days this week, either. im listening to the radio now.. some girl called Chanel just called in. sure. Chanel. but then again i've got a friend called Dior so.. ooh!! i should start collecting friends who've got brand names as their names! and hang out with em. it'd be cool. "so, who were you hanging out with yesterday, maddie?" "oh ynoe, just the usual bunch. Dior, Ferragamo, Chanel, Vuitton, Dolce and Gabbana. Dolce and Gabbana are twins. yeap." man. what a blast, huh. like, completely outta this world, yo. aiyo.. im still hungry la.. my period's def coming man. i hope i dont get all pmsy on Donovan this saturday. man, i sound like im so afraid im gonna turn into the incredible hulk or smth.. which, when you think abt it, is actually a pretty good way of thinking abt a girl when she's pmsing. of course, dont tell her that, coz she'd rip yer throat out. rowwwrrr!!!!! in tribute to women empowerment, bad girly pmsy days, and men who know their place among WOMENKIND:
have a nice night, y'all.
spat vitriol @ 1:41 AM
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Tuesday, February 10, 2004 this year's grammys werent too bad. it didnt get all boring and stuffy the way some awards shows can get, with puffy men in their mid-forties stuffing emselves into tuxedos and wrinkly-but-not-so-wrinkly-coza-botox ladies in safe-but-boring coloured evening gowns. these're the people that i thought were pretty awesome tonight, regardless of whether they were a nominee, performer or winner: Sting [he's a classic, he gave a great performance tonight.] Ellen Degeneres [she's funny, and like i said, i love funny people.] Justin Timberlake [i admit it!! im a groupie at heart!! ee!! im a roadie!! plus he's a great performer la, you gotta give him that.] Outkast [thankew ms. jackson.] Snoop Dogg [he's cool, yo. and so tall. Amanda, you'd like him, i think.] Queen Latifah [larger than life, funny, and sooo comfortable in her own skin.] Alicia Keys [very, very smooth voice, and can control her voice real well, like Beyonce.] Beyonce [she's also a fantastic performer, like j.t. this girl works HARD for what she wants.. she's spectacular. im in awe of her not coz of her music and her voice, which is great, but coz of her determination and perseverrance, and how she goesa thru it all without doin the whole diva prima donna crap, she's always always smiling. great girl.] so. 62.5%of the people i was impressed with were afro-americans. the other 37.5% were caucasians and while they were pertty cool, they dont have that real party-up-lets-get-jivin! vibe like the afro-americans do, yo. anyways. like i promised in my earlier entry.. how To Rob Or Cheat Taxi Drivers when i say rob, thats probably an exaggeration. but essentially, it is a robbery of sorts, coz you take from em smth that they have otherwise, if it werent for you. i was only thinking abt it that night when i had a fever, and i was thinking abt the weirdest things before i fell asleep, and this was one of em. i only remembered it coz of what a taxi-driver and i wer talking abt in the cab abt a month back. strange, isnt it, the way the mind works when its under pressure? anyway. here goes. this is the females and females only guide: How To Rob Or Cheat Taxi Drivers. dont quote me, you bastards. 1)hail a cab thats got a male driver. 2)act drunk when you get in the cab. better yet if you've got an accomplice to help you into the cab and tell the clueless taxi-driver yer destination. 3)close the door, and yer on yer way. continue acting like a drunk. mumble incoherently to yerself on the journey home. shout out, once in a while, if you want, to freak out the cab driver. who said that girls cant have fun? 4)if the cab driver talks to you, simply ignore him. of course, if what he's asking concerns yer destination, tell him once, slurring yer words a lil. just a lil, y'hear. if he asks again, he's just being an ass, so ignore him. he heard you the first time. 5)when you've reached yer destination, pretend that you dont know its yer place and continue to sit in the cab. just continue sitting there til the cab driver tells you its yer place. let him repeat it a few more times before you sit up. 6)open the door, and drunkenly walk out. sway a lil. the cab driver might stop you, he might not. if he doesnt stop you, great, just continue on yer way home. 7)if the cab driver does stop you, it might get a lil tricky. tell him you havent got any money. that most probably will get him off yer back, coz yer a girl, and he's a guy, and he cant touch you or anything. if he suggests alternatives, i.e. go up for money but leave yer bag behind, call yer parents for money, etc.. just keep saying either "i dont know" or "i dont have money" in yer drunken tone. keep repeating yerself. hope that eventually he gets so fed up he'll just say, "wadever, fuck you la!" and drive off. 8)if all else fails, like if yer a lousy actress, or if the cab driver's just too insistent and pushy and all and you cant take the heat anymore, just snap outta it. stop acting drunk, and give him the cash. if you really dont have the cash, go upstairs and get it. and if you really really have no way of obtaining the money, just stick to step number (7) til he cracks. either you crack, or he does, and you cant afford to do so now, baby. aye.. there're more ways to cheat taxi drivers but.. ynoe wot.. my conscience is getting on my back so i shall stop. cab drivers are people, after all. omg. my conscience is really on overdrive here. whoah, whoah, conscience!! if im not evil nobody would recognise maddie no more, man. anyways. ynoe, some people are kleptomaniacs(dont anybody say anythin aight), some people cant stop washing their hands, some people cant stop twisting their ring.. these people all have got some sorta OCD(obsessive compulsive disorder) that i find fascinating. i've always found it a lil boring how they always say that a person who cant stop wahsing their hands is coz they're tryna rid themself of some sin they committed, but are unable to rid themselves of their guilt and so resort to washing their hands repeatedly as a sort of physical manifestation of what their minds are incapable of doing. i like that word, by the way. "physical manifestation".. very catchy, goes with everything. but frankly, OCDs really are a fascinating subject. i 'll try to search the libraries for material. anyways. i think i used to have a lil OCD myself. no, i was never diagnosed. i kinda taught myself to stop doing it coz i couldnt believe doing it for the rest of my life. t'was a small thing, really, t'was smth i really had to stop doing. i couldnt stop checking on my stuff when i packed my schoolbags. this was a long time ago, quite a few years back. i did it when i was 12, 13? i kept at it for a year.. mebbe two.. im not sure. but it continued def no longer than two years. i'd pack my bag, and make sure that everything was in order. and everything WOULD be in order. but i'd keep checking my bad, i was so damn overly paranoid i'd missed out on smth. i'd check my bag every five mins. and everything would still be there, no one was there to take anything outta my bag at home. this paranoia was interrupting me when i was reading, or watching the telly, or playing my gameboy(and i hate pausing midway during games, yer just killin the gameboy battery and yer not even doin anythin). and then i'd tell myself i didnt have a problem, and i wouldnt check my whole bag, but i'd feel to see if my housekeys were in my bag. and i'd keep feeling for em, over and over and over again. t'was bloody crazy. eventually i told myself that i had to stop, i realised that i was like one of those people who couldnt stop washing their hands. i weaned myself outta not doing it. i took a step at a time, and i gotta admit, t'was tough to stop. not smoking now is so much bloody easier than to stop checking on my bag, at the time, i think. my first step was to cut down on checking my bag. my second step was to check my bag only once, that was all i allowed myself to do. i told myself that there was nothing to worry abt, i'd checked my bag. i also told myself that if i went to school the next day and i hadnt forgotten anything and everything went smoothly, t'was further proof that i didnt need to go crazy over my bag-checking. i gave myself good, solid reasons to stop, telling and convincing myself that my fears was completely unfounded. eventually i just stopped checking on my bag. i'd pack my bag, i'd check it, make sure that everythin was in order, and then i'd go to sleep. there're a few traces of that weird bag-checking streak in me now still, and it showed up alot when i'd lost my A800. after i'd lost that phone i was using weihong's mobile, and i was so worried i'd lose it, i checked my bag every two mins, i was so scared. i knew how it felt to lose a good phone, i didnt wanna have that feeling again, even tho this phone wasnt mine and it wasnt as good as my previous phone.(not that im any less grateful or appreciative, dont get me wrong) Weihong's phone was so small too, that it rocked around in my bag and i'd think that i'd misplaced it, and my heart would skip not one, but a few beats. and then i'd find it, and i'd be so relieved, t'was like i'd just taken the most satisfying shit of my life. now, i cant be bothered anymore, coz the phone im using now is mine, and it isnt exactly top-notch grade A stuff. its only functional, and i spose im alright with it, coz it serves its function. still, im waiting for my birthday to roll around, mebbe i'll get my mom to buy me a new phone. i'll see how it goes. phones these days dont come cheap, the prices are frankly just fuckin insane. christ. you could just piss in yer pants looking at the price of those phones, man. owell. anyways. im gonna go read my book now. my throat's still a bitch. if it doesnt get better in 2 days im seeing a doctor, i reckon that i'll be needing antibiotics by then.
spat vitriol @ 3:49 AM
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Monday, February 09, 2004 i apologise if i havent tagged any of you guys in a while, or if i havent tagged you my reply, or anything to do with tagboards. im sorry, i really am. i've no idea what's wrong but i cant access people's tagboards, and even when i do i cant tag em, there's always some problem. "gateway error", "gateway timeout", or wadever fuckshit bullcrap it is they choose to say at the mo of time. i suspect that it may be my fucky browser. i still cant tag people, not even after trying bloody millions of times. or, like, thrice.. which is preeeety close to bloody millions of times, right? alotta the time i cant even see my own tagboard.. gee diggidy whiz. anyways. i just remembered that when i went out with Donovan yesterday he queued up for a long time and bought me starfruit juice. he says its good for sore throats. i dont know if the starfruit juice worked, but i felt a lil better after that. i doubt t'was the power of the starfruit juice, either, haha. it is the.. Power Of Donovan!! *dum dum dummm* woww. the "Power Of Donovan" line's got a real pervading air of sexual innuendo abt it, doesnt it? oh yeahh. Marcus msged me today telling me that he likes my blog too! i cant quote him coz im well on the way to having senile dementia, ynoe, but he said that its one of the best blogs he's read thus far. of course, he could just be humouring me, but im quite alright with that, actually.. but still, thanks muchly, Marcus!! anyways. he and a few others went to watch Torque today. i didnt go, and neither did Amanda, and neither did Sara Dj, so the 3 of us are gonna catch it next week. woohoo. i didnt go coz im short on cash, and Marcus offered to pay for my ticket, but it wouldnt be nice if i let him do that, so i didnt go. actually, im not so keen on watching Torque, its such a testosterone-filled show, and its so blantantly targeted to attract the males, that at some level of my mind i think that i actually wouldnt be able to stand watching it. im hoping that i'll end up putting it off and watching everything else except Torque and by the time im thinking of watching it, Torque hopefully wont be showing in the movies anymore. yeah yeahh.. Torque.. "from the same producers/directors who brought you Fast And The Furious, 2 Fast 2 Furious, and XXX.".. mindless drivel, really. i might take back my words if i watch the movie and its really good(and what're the chances of THAT happening, eh, Clarise?) tho. and damn. i've been feeling absolutely FAMISHED the whole of today. it doesnt matter what i put in my stomach, i still feel hungry. i bet my bloody period's coming. ooh, expect the mood swings, baby, they're real pleasant. okay okayy. i gotta go. the 46th grammy awards are on, and Beyonce and Prince just gave a spectacular opening act!!! ooh.. sizzlin hot, baby!! Ellen Degeneres just came up, godd she's hilarious. i love funny people. which explains why i love ME. omg. thats was so amazingly egotistical, i dont know what to say. but its also true. ohh, i chuckle merrily away. *chuckle chuckle chuckle* oh lordy lordy lord. Christina Aguilera looks like crap. what the HELL is that on her head? she's got too much blue eyedshadow on, so much bronzer on her face that she looks like a brown cookie, and a repulsive wig that looks like its been the home of bees and insects for the past 20 years. granted, the girl can sing, but she looks like shite. and john Mayer looks like he was on weed when he went up with matthew Perry to introduce and annouce the winner for best pop duo/group performance. Outkast was real cool tho, when he won, he just collected his award, said "thank you", and got off the stage. whoooooo!! so many ghastly mistakes in the nominations for this year's grammys, its quite appalling. for example, the song "stacey's mom" by Fountains Of Wayne. what were they the people who pick the nominees thinking?? tho the song Mexican Wine by them is really quite easy on the ear.. and i've got a special coming up in my next entry, titled How To Rob Or Cheat Taxi Drivers. you fellas stay tuned. reading: Humpty Dumpty: An Oval by Damon Knight.
spat vitriol @ 10:27 PM
xxx i spent the day with Donovan today. he picked me up, and i gave him a (baby)blue macdonalds monkey(instead of a pink one!). i'd bought it for him the day i got the (baby)pink macdonald monkey for myself. i thought that it'd be kinda funny to say to him, "here, i got you a blue monkey." doesnt it sound odd? unfortunately, i didnt say that, and my dream was never realised, mainly coz with my sore throat i can only grunt out the words. and it doesnt sound so cute to be grunting out, "here, i got you a blue monkey." i'd just sound like an evil baboon. *ook! ook!!* then we headed to town(as usual..) and went to the orchard library. i can seriously say that the sengkang community library's got a better and wider range of books, but that might just be me. they really really should expand the orchard library. anyways. i borrowed 4 books, Donovan borrwed 2. pssh. he doesnt believe that i've got time to read em all. im like, wadahell, im totally free to read em, dude. lets see.. tralala.. we dumped the books in the car coz they were heavy. Don was carrying em, and being the macho guy that he is, he wouldnt admit that they were heavy.. so i suggested that we put the books in the car and he agreed, with no hesitation at all. muahaha. and afterwards we went to plaza singapura and we caught Lost In Translation.. which was alright. it really wasnt all that spectacular. i did notice some similarities between this movie and Virgin Suicides, coz after all they're both directed by Sofia Coppola. i'd say that she still has some distance to go before her movies do turn arty-farty. right now they're a lil wannabe-arty-farty, yet still wanting to appeal to the general audience out there. but Coppola's alright, and so was the movie. the reviews it garnered from the papers were a lil too harsh, i think, tho i could def see why a japanese might get offended watching the movie. the movie showed so much more of the bad bits of japan than the good ones, and even then, the surface was just barely scraped. while Coppola tries to show the beauty of the scenery at some points, it just seems as tho she's just wasting film, focussing too long on a certain landmark. and yea, if i was a complete foreigner to the japanese culture, and after watching the movie, i would've thought that the japanese were an affected, artificial, crude bunch of people. wadabt the wonderful culture? and history? and the marvels of their food culture? all that wasnt brought across well, or not at all. well. wadever. yakkity yakkity yak. my throat was sore just now(and still is), i couldnt talk much, and thats why im going on and on in my blog. damn. anyhow. after the movie i was wondering if Don and i should join Amanda and Bizhen and the usual bunch, but i decided not to coz they were all going home soon(t'was 11.30pm by the time the movie was over) and besides, they were at rochor road eating tau huey.. .. .. .. so Donovan and i just went to east coast and chilled, ynoe ynoe, and then i came home at abt 3am. he's gonna be poooped out, i think, coz he's got work at like, 7am. im gonna get started on my books soon. but im gonna rummage around in the kitchen for food first before i do.. i only had corn soup and then chicken mararoni for dinner just now. i SO wanted to eat spicy chicken and rice and all that but.. i couldnt.. i must make sacrifices.. for my throat.. this is a bloody sad case man. even Donovan was a tad surprised that i was really eating macaroni, he says he eats it when he's sick, that its food for people who're ill. i agree, but sometimes after eating strongly-flavoured food a long period of time, smth bland and comforting like chicken macaroni is smth good to slurp up. of course, this isnt one of those time. i WANT evil, unhealthy. stongly-flavoured food with spices and msg and everything. godammit! and on a last note.. i had so much r&b drummed into my head the night before at the chinablack party that when i was sleeping last night tons of Nelly songs were playin in my head.. on a jukebox in my dreams.. i am SO fucking not kidding. i woke up, and i was like, wtf?! r&b freakout!! gonna raid the kitchen now. wish me luck, coz im a picky eater. *chomp chomp* by the way Amanda sweetheart, i feel like eating stingray now. but.. i cant.. bloody throat.. killing me.. bloody bastard.. reading: Everything's Eventual by Stephen King.
spat vitriol @ 5:20 AM
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Sunday, February 08, 2004 i just got off the phone with Gerald kor. i had to hang up on him coz my throat was absolutely butchered. im quite positive that im gonna have laryngitis soon. fucking hell. laryngitis is a real bitch, and i would know. anyways. i went to the ntu/nus/shitty university party at chinablack tonight. the people there were all pretty old. blergh. the queues were long, and Donovan queued with me once again even tho he wasnt going in. and the music kept changing. from good to bad to good, but mostly bad. and the drinks were pretty crappy too. i am NOT going clubbing for the next few months.. cept for this coming friday, when im going to zouk with Amanda for the Stacie Orrico thang. anyways. Sara DJ, Amanda, Diana, Sidney tinkerbell, Jenny, Nadiah, Gekpuay, Shuping, Jeremy, Gerald kor, Mark 6, Bizhen, El Paulo, Haugeng, Nabil and Marcus were with me at chinablack today. bloody big bunch of people. no wonder everyone kept losing everybody else. there was this point of time when i got a teensy bit high and i was msging Donovan saying that i wanted to see him, and he replied that he'd come down to meet me. i hadnt even replied him, and the next msg i got was him saying that he was already outside chinablack, and where was i? i was quite surprised, coz t'was quite a casual remark really, and yet he'd left his friends so readily to meet me. i thought t'was pretty damn sweet of him to do so. ee! and before i went into chinablack tonight, we went to far east coz i needed to collect my boots. he had to carry em around everywhere after that coz i wanted to leave em with him til i next saw him, i didnt wanna bring em to chinablack. he even had to bring the boots around when he met his friends and all.. he's such a dear. and ohh.. at one point of time -okay, make that a few points of time- i was really in the mood to go home. just wasnt really in the mood, i spose. and at one point i really nearly did. Amanda got her bag and mine, and she and Bizhen shared a cab back coz they stay near each other. i, on the other hand, was due to take the nightrider home. unfortunately, or fortunately, i didnt leave. i thought that i'd just linger around with a few people downstairs before heading home when they decided to back up to chinablack. and then.. yeahh.. you figured it out.. i went back up, put my bag back at the bag counter, and continued dancing all the way til 3am. they were playing r&b all the way til 3am, y'see. but after that, they started playing some shitty nonsense, so i decided that i'd REALLY leave this time. El Paulo came down with me to meet Mark 6, and Gerald kor came down too, and after buying gatorade from the 7-11 at far east, the 4 of us ended up slacking at the stone tables there. Sara DJ joined us afterwards, too. and by the time i took a nightrider and i reached home t'was 5am on the dot. and its so cool.. Nabil came with Nadiah really late, and when he saw me, he was like, "heyy! yer maddie right?" and im like, "yeah?" and he says, "yer Matthew's cousin??" and i was like, so excited, i yelled, "how dynoe that??" turns out that they both know each other from, where else, armyyyyyyy, where they're both officers. Matthew had asked Nabil how he'd known me, and Nabil had just said thru an acjc friend. thank god that he hadnt said how he'd first really met me: at the new year's eve party, where everyone smoked and drank and got drunk. omg. thank god Nabil hadnt said that man. smart boy! speaking of which, i havent smoked in the past few days, including today, coza my thraot. and tho i've been drinking a lil, the drinks were extremely bloody watered down, so that doesnt count. i think its the fact that i've been talking and shouting alot. crap. dammit. good godd. my voice is really going. i dont know if i cant meet Donovan later, i wont be able to say a word i think. my voice is really fucking up on me. laryngitis kicks in, slowly but surely. sonofabitch!! and i really wanna meet Don, too. curses curses curses. bloody throat! christ. im eating canned tuna now.. i smell like fish.. *sniffsniff* it is late.. or early.. 7.15am.. time for sleep.. g'night, all.
spat vitriol @ 7:18 AM
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Saturday, February 07, 2004 hello. i am awake. and i am not going to sentosa. i slept at like, 4am, and i woke up at 8.30am, but when i called Sara Dj she was also still at home and Amanda was still.. *snorx*.. sleeping. anyways. i called em coz its pretty cloudy out and there aint no point tanning if you cant get tanned coz there's no sun right? and also, i think all that talking, laughing and prata + curry last night must've done me bad, coz my throat's taken a turn for the worse. fuckk. and im sposed to go to chinablack tonight with the girls & the guys, i cant afford to go when my throat's so screwed up! so i've already taken some sore throat medicine, and im waiting for it to take effect. in the meanwhile, i'll consume gallons of liquid, gets lotsa rest, and keep my mouth shut all the way til chinablack tonight, so as not to further aggravate my throat. of course, once i get back from chinablack, i'll probably lose my voice for the rest of eternity. some may agree that that can also be a good thing. i bet some(or perhaps alot) of my friends of my friends wish they could be here with me during these so very trying times.. if only to see me quiet for a day. *harx* anyways. i'll probably go to sleep soon. need my rest, ynoe. but in the meanwhile, lemme just say that i am STILL happy with yesterday's impulse buy. i lookit my adidas shoes in my (stolen)adidas shoebox and i smile.. i am happy. *grinz* oh yeahh. i had to steal a shoebox coz the people at isetan dont give out the shoeboxes for the shoes that're on sale. El Paulo wondered what they did with the real boxes.. where did they go? which other shoes did they house? how many other boxes were there? coz seriously, there're ALOT of shoes on sale, and they all look pretty damn new. *twilight zone theme song.. hit it!!* yeahh well anyways. hopefully my throat heals soon. i've had laryngitis twice and pretty serious throat infections thrice before. this is pretty damn shitty.. i dont know why my throat's so screwy. mebbe all this are just small signs telling me that there's smth BIGGER at work.. smth more malignant and evil at work.. like throat cancer or smth.. CHOYYY!! tho frankly i wouldnt be surprised if i had it but lets not do the whole self-fulfilling prophecy thang coz i strongly believe that the mind has shitloads of power over the body and who knows what a small thought like that could spark off. after all, i've got such immense mind + will power.. *cough cough* anyhow. the reason i slept so late last night was coz i was playing with my pink monkey. yeahh.. my baby pink mcdonalds monkey. its stupid, i know, but its been like, YEARS since i've played with a stuffed toy. ynoe, making it do stuff and all that kinda kiddy stuff.(actually.. who says its gotta be kiddy, right?) i was tucking it in next to me as i was in bed, i was sitting it on my chest, i was making it talk.. christ. you'd have thought i was five years old or smth.. dont say anythin. but yea, i got distracted from sleeping, you could put it that way. i like my pink monkey, it is adorable. ooh!! and before i forget, i was thinking last night that im gonna get me ANOTHER pink monkey. no, seriously. i am, if they're still selling those monkeys. i'll spend the money meant for today's sentosa outing on another pink monkey! yayy!! hurrah!! woohoo!! alright. time for some sleep so that i'll be ALL WELL AND HEALTHY WITH NO TERRIBLE SORE THROAT OR ANYTHIN OF THE LIKE. y'hear that, Body? y'hear that? Mind's telling you to heal the throat, baby. see, i feel better already. [ahh, the grandeur of self-delusion!] listening to: Not gonna Get Us by Tatu. Body, this is a very inspiring song. this shall be our theme song for the week. Not Gonna Get Us.. the bad, evil virus and icky bacteria's Not Gonna Get Us, aight? understood?
spat vitriol @ 9:41 AM
xxx i am home. and i am happy HAPPY HAPPY!! lemme start from the beginning.. .. .. there was this, well, rather overweight girl on the train yesterday. okayy. she was fat. she was! she wasnt plump, she was fat. there's a difference. now, i dont have anythin against overweight/plump/fat/obese people unless they stink and they blob their fat in my face. i think most people would agree with me. but anyways. she was quite pleasant looking(and she didnt stink and she didnt blob her fat in my face) and she was just sitting opposite me in the mrt as i was on my way to town. she was wearing this black tee-shirt that had the words "Seek, and ye shall find" printed on her shirt. unfortunately, the words were printed right where her bosom was. and i couldnt help staring at her chest the entire journey as she did her math homework. her bosom.. t'was mesmerising.. the way the words undulated over her boobs.. the way they snaked their way over her chest.. the red words printed on a black background was so contrasting.. and besides, there really wasnt anything else on the train to read or anything else to look at. and her chest was a safe place to focus my eyes on coz she was doing her work and she wouldnt know i was looking. ohh yea. and i was at wisma and they've got that huge kfc there, next to breadtalk. and inside that kfc is a hugeass banner-like poster of Colonel Sanders in his chicken factory, or wadever. and at that mo, i had a thought: Colonel Sanders is a chicken pimp. yes, quite unfounded, but all i could think of as i made my way to far east after seeing that banner thang was: Colonel Sanders is a chicken pimp. he does good chicken pimpin. pimpin's his thang. he pimps chicken for a livin. that makes Colonel Sanders a kinda whore himself, coz he's a chicken pimp. chicken pimpin, chicken pimp. chicken pimpin, chicken pimp. big chickin pimpin. thats all i could think abt. and i bought myself a pink monkey in town just now, too. those're actually the toys that came with the mcdonalds extra value meals during chinese new year. but i spose these're the extras and they're just selling the monkeys now, and you dont havta buy the damn extra-yeahh-right-its-not-extra value-my-ass-it-aint-value meals!! so i bought myself a pink monkey.. for only two dollas!! so cheap.. i like. i like pink, and i like monkeys. so i got myself a pink monkey. good logic, no? its baby pink tho.. if t'was HOT sizzling pink that'd be awesome. but its not. owell. so when i came home i took out my baby pink monkey and played with it. did ynoe that you can bend its tail?? and that its lil monkey hands have got tiny velcro pads so that they can stick together?? and its made of fluffy towelly material. things i did with my pink monkey +i put the monkey my shoulder. +i cradled my monkey. +i put the monkey on my tummy when i watched survivor just now so that it could watch survivor too. +i waved the monkey around. +i put the monkey on my mom's boob and preteded that t'was breastfeeding. i made sucking sounds. my mom tried to slap my monkey, but my monkey was too quick for her!! so my mom slapped her own chest instead, and she coughed. +i clapped my monkey's lil hands together and listened to the velcro sticking and unsticking. and then sticking again. +i looked into my monkey's eyes. +i stroked my monkey's fluffy towelly-furry-soft bum. +i patted my monkey's cushy head. +i balanced it on my foot. it keeps my foot warm. thats abt all i did with it. i didnt bend its tail coz im afraid that the wire might just break thru the fur or the wire might break or smth. better to be safe than sorry, eh. i dont like the tail much, anyways. i love my monkey. MONKAAAYYYY!!!!!!! spankmymonkeyspankmymonkeyspankmymonkey. now i've really got a monkey to spank. hoho. so yeahh. i went out to town today to get my boots exchanged for a newer, not-so-damaged-even-tho-its-only-ever-slightly-so pair. and the woman at the store ordered em and she said that i can collect em tmr. so thats dandy. plus, i didnt havta carry around the ugly neon green-and-orange bag coz i left the bag and boots there, i've got the receipt. so i walked around far east, looking for a skirt for 45 mins, but couldnt find any. wadever. then i went to taka to meet Sidney, Amanda and Haugeng. Sara DJ never shows up the whole of today, i dont know wadahell she's been doing today. anyways. the 4 of us walked to taka to get some sushi, and then we went to the isetan at.. shaw centre(i think thats what the place is called) to meet El Paulo. and on the way there, there was this weird chinese dude in work clothes and carrying a haversack who kept zig zagging in front of us, and who kept turning around to lookit us girls. im not saying that we're gorgeous babes or anythin(dont say anythin, any of you, dont say ANYthing..), but seriously, this dude was majorly weird. so i just diao-ed him. i know, childish, but i didnt wanna say anything to him in case he came up to us and started whacking us up. but he either couldnt sense the animosity, or perhaps he was too much of a psycho/dumbass, but he kept doing that. walking from left to right and back again in front of us, and turning around all the time to stare at us girls, that is. Sidney and i were pretty damn dulan man. then we were abt to reach the pedestrian crossing to cross over to wheelock, and he didnt stop at the curb, he stopped quite a distance back, kinda obstructing people from walking. and Haugeng wasnt happy with him either, so he bumped the guy on his arm. while we waited to cross, Haugeng said that the dude was blocking his way hahaha. we girls cheered Haugeng, and laughed at the weird chinese loser guy. i think he knew that we were laughing at his loser-ish antics. but after he got bumped by Haugeng, he got even weirder. he came closer to us(he was behind us then) as we were all waiting to cross. i was the only one facing the back so i could see what he was doing. and he was actually staring daggers at Haugeng, and he clenched and unclenched his fists. he even snarled at Haugeng's back, i saw his lip curl, and he even did a few punching motions at Haugeng. i was like, wtf?? this weird dude's a psychobitch man. and finally, when we could finally cross the road, i was a lil freaked out. frankly, i was a lil scared that the guy, who was walking bhind us, would start pummeling us to death or smth. but he didnt kill us, and i was glad. and thankfully he took a different path from us after that. freaky piece of shite. anyways. when we got to isetan at shaw centre, El Paulo was at the shoe section, rummaging for, well, shoes. thre were adidas and nike shoes, everything going for around half the price that they'd normally cost. the shoes were between 60 to 80 bucks. i was like, omg! i gotta buy a pair!! even tho in my head i was thinking that i probably wouldnt find a nice pair, but i'd still get a pair anyway coz they were cheap. my logic, go figure. but, thanks to SIDNEY tinkerbell dearest, she pointed out a pair that was pretty nice, and the first pair i picked up was.. my size!! its fate!! this is my DESTINY!!!! i tried on both sides, and i was like, "IM BUYING THESE!!!!" by the way, i was like, fuckin ecstatic, yea. i could'e eaten those shoes, i was so damn elated. and they only cost me 69.90 buckeroos. they're adidas, and its made of navy blue suede, and the 3 stripes on the side look kinda marble-y(ynoe how marble florring looks like?) and are protected by plastic. funny, the 3 stripes being protected by plastic, coz the entire shoe itself is made of suede and is SO fuckin vulnerable to rain. no stepping in the rain with these babies on til i cant be bothered much abt em.. which eventually i think i will. as in, cant be bothered. anyways. i was so happy, i felt like.. i felt like.. i felt like i was one of the 11 winners who won the totto last night. i go into isetan, see El Paulo picking out shoes, i drool over em, Sidney selects a design, i try em on and buy em coz they fit.. the entire process took less than 5 mins. so yeahh.. record time!! i was just, seriously, fuckin elated, man. and El Paulo bought 2 pairs of nike shoes, one pair was so similar to the pair he was already wearing haha. and he was pretty damn happy abt buying his shoes too, we had stupid grins on our faces. in fact, he's going back tmr to get some more shoes, arent you, El Paulo?? Sidney actually picked out the pair coz she thought they were nice and she suggested that we all buy the same pair. i was like, okay okay!! but Amanda didnt wanna. and Sidney seemed surprised when i wanted to buy it on the spot. i hope she gets a pair tmr tho, it'll be cool if we both have got the same pair of shoes!! i love me shoes. they make me happy. aieeaieeaieeeeaaaiiiii.. i was just so happy. happy happy happy!! and then we all went out to meet Bizhen and Justin, who both drove to pick us all up so that we could go to thompson to eat prata. i was grinning all the way in the car to thompson, i was damn hyper, i sang and danced to the techno playing in Bizhen's car. and Bizhen had that ONE techno song i like on his cd!! God Is A Girl.. yea.. thats the title. kick me, but its a pretty nice song. to me, anyways. gotta thanks Chuan De for introducing it to me. the poor boy's still in malaysia i think, i havent seen him in bloody yonks. anyways. after prata.. we all went home. yeahh. Bizhen was a nice guy, he sent Sidney home first, then me, then Amanda. thanks Bizhen zhen zhen!! *harx* and i got home at 10.30pm too, just in time to catch the 2nd half of Survivor All Stars. GO RICHARD HATCH!! YOU RAWWKK, YOU SCHEMING SONOFABITCH!!! I SUPPORT YOU!! DONT GET KICKED OUT!! RAWWWKKK ONNNNN!!! anyways. just got off the phone with Sara DJ.. she, Amanda and i are gonna be meeting at harbourfront mrt at 10am.. omg. thats an ungodly hour to meet i swear. i hope i cant get up. the things we do to get a good, solid, tan. geez. my throat still hurts, but i feel alot better as compared to the day before. my throat just feels like there's a golf ball in it, is all. nice. i want more shoes. will somebody please sponsor me? and will the person who's sponsoring me also buy me strepsils? *hackk* thank you muchly. listening to: Beautiful Freak by The Eels.
spat vitriol @ 1:33 AM
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Friday, February 06, 2004 i am ignoring the way my body is hurting and am eating nissin seafood cup noodles right here and now. my body, it hurts.. my neck, it aches.. my throat, its sore.. my limbs, they're weak.. my head throbs when i cough.. i am a fool to fill my body with such cheap-yet-tasty-noodley garbage when i need proper nourishment instead.. throat hurts.. need proper food.. need nourishing food.. need a coke.. ahh im just exaggerating la. [no shite, sherlock.] i CAN eat solid food, i CAN drink, i CAN talk and sing, albeit not at my normal + usual booming volume.. much to the dismany of the world, i reckon. *chuckle* however, i cant eat the remotest spicy food, and i cant shout. this means that im probably gonna be pissed off alot coz 1)i cant eat whatever i want and 2)if im pissed off, i cant shout, and that'll piss me off even further, but i still cant shout, so i'll get even more pissed off..etcetc. dig the vicious cycle, baby. but thanks muchly to Kum sweetie, Edna dearest, dudie El Paulo and of course, Donovan my sweet lil thingy, for showing me concern when my immune system is unsound and my constitution weak. i love y'all. *hugz* some more thanks to Edtz for teaching me to do the killer font. *harx* listening to: I'm With You by Avril Lavigne. alright, so im guilty of actually liking her lots when she came out, and i still like her music now, tho i dont actually like Avril very much herself. did ynoe that her song's up for the Best Song Of The Year award at the grammys 2004? man.. its only an alright song, Best Song Of The Year my perky arse. americans.. pssh. can you imagine if she actually won it?? it'd almost be, but not quite, the apocalypse of the music world.
spat vitriol @ 10:48 AM
xxx ooh!! and coza fierce competition from The Bratz(who're totally cool, by the way) and other dolls, Mattel has decided that its time to give Barbie a complete image overhaul.. Barbie's breaking up with Ken and will be getting a new boyfriend. omg. this is life-changing! poor blonde genital-less Ken!! he didnt do anything to deserve this!! ..tho i gotta admit that not having a penis is more than good enough reason to break up with yer man.. now we gotta wonder if Barbie's 2nd boyfriend(after being with Ken for so many decades) will be a.. *gaspp* BRUNETTE?? we will miss the peroxide blonde of Ken's hair, i assure you. and we also wonder if he'll be as successful as Barbie without being such a pussy, hiding behind his woman all the time? now we wonder if the new boyfriend will have actual proper proportionate genitals so that Barbie will be more sexually satisfied and wont have to go scooting around, having a million careers and owning a million outfits, all coz her boyfriend's lacking the basic minimal apparatus that makes a man a.. MAN?? needless to say, the poor fella's lacking the adequate and very much necessary equiment to keep his lady sated and satisfied. its time for Barbie to find a man with some real balls.(its amazing how many jokes you can crack abt a man's manhood.. when he hasnt got any! hoho!) anyways. i was in bed and doing a good lot of thinking and big-toe wiggling and i came up with this.. 10 reason a mobile's better than a boyfriend and, following that, 10 reasons a boyfriend's better than a mobile. 10 reasons a mobile's better than a boyfriend 1)it doesnt give you any false hopes. 2)every move it makes is an anticipated, predictable one. 3)it doesnt talk back. 4)you can play with it anywhere and anytime you want. 5)it belongs to you, and you only. 6)it'll never go out and find another owner. 7)its with you 24/7, its up to you if you choose to put it aside. 8)you can do whatever you want with it, drop it, abuse it, and it wont retaliate. 9)it has many good features, and you pick the mobile of yer choice and it comes with everything you want. 10)it makes you feel good whenever you use it. [think abt the numerous features and what they do.. they DO make you feel good.] 10 reasons a boyfriend's better than a mobile 1)he likes you alot/fond of you/loves you, and he shows it. 2)he'll buy you stuff. 3)he hugs you, and he's all warm and smooshy. 4)if he drives, thats pretty cool, not to mention convenient. for you at least. 5)he has an adorable smile that makes you smile. it helps if he's got amazingly straight teeth. 6)he tells you nice things. sometimes, anyway. 7)he listens to yer problems and hopefully responds to them in an appropriate and desirable manner. 8)there's always more to discover abt him, and he could probably teach you lots. [if you pick the right dude, ynoe ynoe.] 9)he makes jokes, and you both laugh coz the jokes're funny, or coz they arent. 10)FOREPLAY. [this singular reason is a pretty damn good and valid reason for most of us, im sure.] thats abt it. and Steph has been emailing me, and i've been replying. well, d'oh. and tho its good to hear from her, its also a lil weird at the same time, i feel a strange sort of detachment. she's like a relic from the past, and i havent contacted anyone from it. and she's one of the few to actually break into my bubble and we're talking. owell.. im not opposed to it or anything, most def not. just that lil sense of emotional insoucience in the way, like i said earlier on. i hope it wont be sunny today.. i'll prob be up all day and i hate it when it gets all hot and the sweat drips off you + and its all sunny and bright so that its so glaring you cant lookit anywhere else but the floor. but sun is good when yer going tanning.. like i am tmr!! i'll be going with Amanda and Sara DJ, of course. i dont know abt Sidney tinkerbell. i really hope that she comes along tho.. she might be a wee bit tougher to contact if she's really sold her phone to get those clothes she picked out at zara the day i bought my boots. speaking of which, there're a few teensy weensy micro flaws with my boots and if possible, im going back to get em changed for a new pair. i might be being paranoid, of course, but jeck it. if i can change it, i will. these are me boots we're talkin abt, ladieez and gents!! *squelch* ohh yeahh.. and i checked out that white adidas jacket with the gold stripes at the adidas shop at pac plaza. i'd seen the jacket at the adidas fashion show at zouk and i was like, "i gotta have THAT!!" unfortunately, the jackets only comes in men's sizes and are disgustingly huge, and are also quite, quite overpriced. seriously not worth the moolah yer dishing out for it. i'd rather get smth from a/x man. im hungry, i feel like eating cup noodles. cept that they're so rough they'd kill my throat. i swear, when i drink liquids, i can even feel the molecules bumping and sliding down my throat. its friction all the way, it hurts. see. thats why i need a liquid diet. and actually, NOW would be a pretty good time to start changing and then head down to town to get my boots changed. but.. yeahh right im gonna haul my ass to town now. lemme go check what cartoons, if any, are on central now. i bet all they've got on are those kiddy info-educational shows. bahh. kill Barney!! big fat purple bastard.. *grumble* listening to: Red-blooded Woman by Kylie Minogue. i like this song lots.
spat vitriol @ 8:36 AM
xxx i know, its insane, it's 6.45am and im up already. i went to sleep at 12+am and i woke up at 6 and couldnt get back to sleep even tho i tried. tried hard, too. and man my bloody neck aches. sonofabitch. actually, 6 to 7.30am's my secondary sleeping time, which might be the reason i woke up. i kept sleeping at around this time couple of days back, and i spose it screwed around with my bodyclock pretty badly. so, im up, and i shall blog. i had a 2 dreams(that i remember) last night. apparantly when we homo sapiens dream, we dream TONS of dreams, just that we never ever remember em all. the most number of dreams i've clocked remembering is 4 dreams, but heyy, who's counting, eh. anyways. dream number 1)Janmeety and i went out, and he was eating a small chicken drumstik, as was i. but smth i did made him throw away his drumstick, and he got annoyed with me, and i quote him(from my dream, of course), "that was my good chicken drumstick!!" i just ignored him. and then we walked to some gigantic open-air hawker place, and we sat down and the whole place was pretty filthy(reminds me of newton. ergh) and i ate cheng teng. i think my body's telling me that i gotta eat more 'cooling' stuff. heyy, i believe in 'heaty' and 'cooling' foods, as i do in 'yin' and 'yang', aight. they're inter-related, after all. and after i ate my cheng teng and Janmeet was still kinda sulky coz he threw away his chicken drumstick, we both headed home. end of dream number 1. might i add that, in real life, Janmeety would never be so petty or sulky. if anything, he keeps any unhappiness(if any) inside him and doesnt let it show, cept to his close friends. dream number 2)cant remember much details from the dream, cept a bit when Amanda was telling me that she went out with Donovan, and i got pissed off with her for going out with him without me and behind my back and not tell me. the reason i remember this dream is coz even tho in the dream i was pissed off, my head was thinking, "why the fuckk am i getting so damn pissed off for? chill, girl!" of course, i didnt chill in my dream, and i woke up. end of dream number 2. and abt a 2 weeks back, i had a dream that was very much closely related to what happened at the 7-11 the night of Sara DJ's party bash at safra. i dreamt that i was with my girl friends(tho i couldnt see their faces) and we robbed a 7-11 the size of ntuc. we grabbed shitloads of stuff. and i noticed that there was this security guard who kept looking at us(security guard at a bloody 7-11, go figure) and he wore the typical khaki + ugly shitty brown security guard uniform. and then of course, naturally, we decided to leave after pocketing and bagging our stolen goods, and t'was raining out. heavily. and then the security guard suddenly came after us, and i yelled, "run!!!" and we all ran like hellbitches. i was the fastest runner, the girls were lagging in a group behind me. i was especially pissed that we'd gotten caught coz the heavy rain was ruining my hair. the security guard shouted, 'STOP! STOP!!" repeatedly but did i stop? HELL NO!! what am i, fuckin stupid?(answer: hell no!!) but then the girls themselves told me to stop running, so i stopped, and when the security guard finally caught up with me, he was panting, and he said to me very nicely with a smile on his face, "dya need help hailing a cab?" wadahell, really. i run like a mf'ing bitch on fire, and my hair's screwed up coza the heavy rain, and im tired coz i've been running so far and so long, and all yer chasing me for is to ask me if you can help me hail a cab?? bloody fuck?! godd i have retarded dreams. they're kinda fun tho. i get entertained, even in my sleep. how many people can boast of that, eh? hoho!! and i was listening to wkrz 91.3 and the ang moh dj is the dj for the morning show. ynoe, whenever i listen to him i dont feel like im in singapore, i feel like im in some hotel in new zealand, and after i wipe the sleep from my eyes, im gonna go down for breakfast and eat scrambled eggs + bacon + toast with jam + cereal, with coffee, too. then of course it gets ruined when the dj announces the traffic news and he starts talking abt woodlands and jurong and bedok and what-not, and im back in singapore again. bah! i want me scrambled eggs + toast + bacon. anyways. the ang moh 91.3 dj was saying that Britney Spears wants to be Bond girl. *smirx* MGM wasnt the one who arranged the meeting, ms. Spears was the one who wanted to meet em, and they only met her to be polite. needless to say, there was no deal coz 1)there isnt even a Bond script at the mo and 2)i bet MGM was enough horrifed by Crossroads. ha! HA! HAA!! can you imagine ms. Spears as a classic Bond chick, tryna be all elegant in the poster? omg. *barf* me thinks that she should stay doing what her fans love her doing.. no more Crossroads for this -fine- young lady. mind the pun. and im serious, too. Britney as a BOND GIRL!!!! *choke* ooh, im choking on my spit, im laughing too hard, *choke choke* and en passant, my throat is still hurting like a bitch. it hurts to talk, it hurts to swallow, i wanna get put on a liquid diet coz 1)it hurts to eat solid food and 2)i lose weight!. but never mind reason number (2). and remember Elaine, my cousin's really young daughtre, and how she's got pneumonia? and that my cousin brought her to the family dinner on saturday night, even pneumonia's disgustingly contagious? unlikely as it is that i've caught it, i swear, if i've caught it, i'll kill her. i'll kill Elain, i'll kill my cousin, and i'll kill my cousin's husband. sure, Elaine's adorable, she's one of the few kids i can stand and actually life(and possible adore).. but if i've caught her pneumonia i will KILL her. i might be kidding. listening to: 12:51 by The Strokes.
spat vitriol @ 7:27 AM
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Thursday, February 05, 2004 man. i just woke up after sleeping for 14 and a 1/2 hours. why? coz i was ill, thats why!! *ding ding!* i win a million bucks. well. i went out yesterday, and i had a sore throat, and i smoked a fag or two, seriously not enough to get me keeling over in pain or anything. but i did eat some heaty foods. and at the end of the night, on my way home, i started feeling preeeety bad. when i got home at abt 12am, i just couldnt wait to get into bed, i had a bloody fucking fever. i didnt take any medicine, just bathed and wore my warmest sleeping clothes(thats made up of my track pants and Chai's ugly green&orange long-sleeved adidas rugby shirt) and i slept all the way til 7am. no peaceful sleep for me between the hours of 12 to 7, unfortunately. i had so many weird and strange dreams, and i was hallucinating a lil whenever i kept waking up. i kept dreaming crazy dreams abt my bolster, and whenever i woke up my bolster would feel hard as wood, or soft as feathers, t'was fuckin weird. i kept grinding my teeth as well, so badly on my splint that i actually woke up a few times from the sound. i'd never grinded my teeth so loudly that i woke up before, thats a first. i also kept waking up coz i was too hot, or waking up coz i was too cold. jesus. but hallelujah, come 7am, i woke up, and i wasnt so delirious anymore. i took off my splint, and i slept a deep sleep all the way til 2.30pm. so its like, 7 hours of shitty sleep, and 7 hours of really good sleep to make up for the shitty sleeping-time. im pretty much alright now, tho my sore throat's still killing me. yes, sore throats can kill. i've no idea why i got a fever man. do fevers just sneak up on you or smth? i dont think i've had a fever for a year or more. good thing it subsided in like, 7 hours. does this mean that i've got a real tough immune system?? hawhawhaw! ANYWAYS!! yesterday i was out with Amanda, Sara DJ, Sidney tinkerbell, Gekpuay, Mark 6, Ivan my smooshy marshmallow, El Paulo, Bizhen, Jeremy and Renee. and this other dude, i dont know his name. and we went to potblack again.. i swear, thats becoming our regular hang-out spot man. but.. but.. but! thats not what i wanna talk abt! i bought a jewelled black cross yesterday(i love black crosses), and i bought.. BOOTS!!! i saw a pair at zara, they were on sale and they cost 99bucks, but they looked kinda old. and i really wanted to get em but Amanda suggested that we go look for a cheaper, newer alternative. so we went to far east, looked around, and just when we least expected it, we found a pair!! and it cost only 54 buckeroos!! omg. i was so damn happy man. i dont care if i only wear em once or twice, i got me booties!! boots boots puss in boots!! i rewarded Amanda and Sidney with my Hug Of Death for accompanying me to far east to look for em boots. also coz i was pretty damn ELATED. Bizhen took a look at my boots when i was off in the loo afterwards and he said that they're killer, that the points of the heels could probably murder someone. this makes things so much cooler. can you imagine if i really do kill someone with my boots?? they'll put in my police record.. weapon of choice: BOOTS. ooh! fuckin awesome. and Erwin just called me.. i think he called me from camp. we were sposed to go out next week, but he only gets out over the weekend, so he asked me to go out on either friday or saturday. unfortunately, saturday's vday, and i had better be out with Donovan on that day.. *ahem ahemm* and as for friday, im going to zouk with Amanda for some.. special thingy.. i dont know what the event's called but Stacey Orrico's gonna be there. so i cant meet Erwin til next next week. like, woww. another bit of my conversation with Erwin just now. Erwin: heyy, dynoe a guy called Giang? me: yeahh i do. why wadabt him? Erwin: ohh he's my bunkmate. me: ooh! thats so cool. but.. how did ynoe that i know Giang? Erwin: we were trying to find some connections between us so i asked him if he knew any scgs girls and the first name that Giang mentioned was "maddie". me: haha.. seriously?? the first name he mentioned was mine? Erwin: yeahh.. coz you swear so much, yer very memorable la.. so im memorable only coz i cuss like a sailor la? *harx* ohh.. and Jon msged me yesterday night i slept, telling me that he was getting married on the 30th of february, and to be at the ROMM on that day at 1.30pm. funny, funny. coz like, the 30th of february doesnt exist, yarr. godd. my sore throat's hurting like a bitch. and thanks to comet cursor, i've changed my cursor to a pink distressed frog. i like pink, and i like frogs, so a pink distressed frog cursor is nice. amazon tree frogs are gorgeous lil things. okayy, bye.
spat vitriol @ 3:40 PM
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Wednesday, February 04, 2004 8 hours and 19 minutes online and still counting. i swear, i love mobile phones. i LOVE mobile phones!! too bloody bad i lost my other samsung A800, tho. but when i talk abt it now i dont feel as bad as i used to. its like a bad breakup.. the ache and pain eases as time goes by. i am so serious, its not even funny. 
i know i've raved abt the samsung E700 before, so i shant go on and on abt it. the phone not only looks good, the features are great as well. omg. i swear, when this mobile first came out and i checked it out online, i was so damn happy, it looked SO good!! yumm!! 
and this is the brand new model from samsung, the X600, and it isnt even out yet. admittedly, the features are pretty damn fantastic, especially where the camera feature's concerned. im not kidding. very fucking awesome, they really went into details with this one. and the other features are also extremely good, too. unfortunately, the phone itself looks like shite, tho its in quite a handy size. ugly phone. ugly!! 
and FINALLY, this is the phone that got me really cumming in my panties. can y'all believe that this thang is even a freakin phone?? introducing the nokia 7200, ladieez and gents!! 
this baby isnt even in town yet, tho nokia promises that it'll be in 1st quarter of 2004. granted, the phone kinda looks like a ciggie case, and its a wee bit larger than the previous 2 samsung mobiles. the features are an improvement from other nokia models, meaning that its a few steps closer to being a samsung phone. heyy, i like samsung phone features, aight. 
but really, its just the numerous GORGEOUS patterns the phone can have, combined with the sleek look, camera + video capabilities of the phone, and the other features thats giving me multiple orgasms over here. i swear, i was clapping my hands and jumping in my seat as i checked this baby out. blame the ADHD, but perhaps this phone is just fuckin fantastic. a lil too bad the phone's a lil bit more chunky than the samsung E700, coz i like my phones to be small. like, ye small. hmm. on 2nd thought.. the samsung E700 looks alot better. less clunky, dont you think? well. i gotta meet these phones up close and personal first. the closest i ever came to an E700 that was actually owned by someone was at the far east bus stop. i was sitting at the bus stop, waiting for Sara DJ who'd be in Tim's car. we were going over to Diana's place, t'was the 23rd of january, a friday. and i was waiting, waiting, waiting, and then this dude, a teenager, sits down close to me. he's just this ordinary dude, ynoe. and he's smoking, the only one smoking at the bus stop, and i was kinda wishing that i had a fag, too. and then i realise that i dont give a shit abt a fag! he's holding this fuckin gorgeous phone. i didnt even realise that t'was the E700 til much later on, when i thought abt it. but at that point of time, i was mesmerised. t'was so sleek.. and smooth.. but to my chagrin, as much as i tried, i couldnt see any brand name on the phone. but t'was so beautiful!! and when he opened up the phone(coz its a flip phone, and i LOVE flip phones!), the colour!! aiee! t'was anguish, not even knowing what model that phone was. and the best bit is that i've raved abt the E700 on my blog, and yet i didnt even realise that he was holding the E700. and ynoe wot, it looks so much better in real life!! omg. i swear, i could cry and laugh at the same time.. the phone's so fuckin beautiful!! and then the fucker who owned the phone but didnt deserve it coz he's not as good-looking as his phone got on the bus when it came, and the phone disappeared from my life forever. i can still remember the scene.. still painfully poignant in my mind.. etched in my brain like words carved onto metal.. *sighh* i am sad. very sad. if only to hold the E7000 just once! just once!! and i would be happy, i say. okayy.. to hold it just once, and to fiddle around with it, take a few pictures, send out a few smses and mmses, and then proceed to make a call or two, before taking some more pictures, will my hunger be finally sated. sorry. raved a bit back there like a lunatic abt the E700 didnt i. a thousand apologies, my dear friends. well. i'll just havta meet the nokia 7200 before i can rave abt that too.. if it deserves any raving, that is. 6.30am. slepp. *snorxx* listening to: Sweetness by Jimmy Eats World. ohh, ohh, the sweetness of it all!! ohh!! a lil ironic, but the song playing before this was Happy by Ashanti. im not happy! not happy!!! aiee!! the anguish!!! ohh, im SUCH a thespian, i cant stand it. Amanda's right, i deserve a bloody Oscar. gimme gimme gimme!!
spat vitriol @ 6:43 AM
xxx a post of random thingamajiggied thoughts (1) ' "All my life I've wanted to go to Earth. not to live, of course- just to see it. As everybody knows, Terra is a wonderful place to visit but not to live. Not truly suited to human habitation." ' culled from Podkayne Of Mars by Robert A. Heinlein (2) and i remember on saturday night, the night Jazzy Jeff played at zouk and adidas had its fashion show, that i saw this girl with a militarian sorta cap, that was army green and had a big red star on the front. and i thought t'was really cool, it would've gone perfectly with my mao tze dong army green shirt, so i went up to her and asked her, "hi! yer cap's nice! where did you get the cap?" and she smiled and she replied, "china." i was like, "dammit! coz that is a nice cap." and she said, "thanks!" and she smiled again. so, no cap. coz i dont have a private jet that allows me to fly off to china to get that cap. plus, my mom's got my passport. *snorx* but if i had that cap, it would've been so cool. china.. mao ze dong.. see the connexion man?? cool shite! (3) and coz the adidas fashion show was on as well at zouk that night, they had this hugeass adidas logo made up of big round blue shiny sequins up. SHINY!! so i went up to it after the fashion show was over and Jazzy Jeff was spinning and i wanted a sequin(since i obviously wouldnt have been able to pluck every single damn sequin off and reassemble it back in my home), so i went up the huge logo thang and tried to yank off a sequin. but godammit, the sequins were made of metal, and the sequins themselves were linked up to the wall with metal hooks embedded into the wall on both sides. i gave a sequin a few rough yanks but it still didnt come off. sonofabitch. (4) Amanda and i were just talking on the phone and we were talking abt this creep, who's called E*****. and i was saying that this is one guy you should never ever say "fuck you!" to coz he'd take you literally and say, "alright baby!!" and start stripping. so i said that when he DID strip, we should handcuff him to a wall. Amanda then said that we could proceed to laugh at his tiny penis. i said no, we should whip him instead. no noo, whip his lousy excuse for a penis instead! and with a tiny itsy bitsy whip!! that'd be so cool. and the whip would make tiny whipping sounds too, ynoe. just imagine it! it'd be so adorable. and the whip handle would be the size of a matchstick, and the whip itself 3 times that length, and it'd all be black and made of leather. totally awesome, dudes. like, happy birthday, E*****!! *whipp!* (5) i shouldnt say this coz i sound like such an egocentric bitch, but Amanda told me on the phone just now that Donovan and i look cute as a couple. she also happenes to think that i deserve an Oscar. and i do, dont i? *smug look* but thats another story for another day. anyways. i could be wrong but sunday night might've been the first time she's seen Donovan and i together. she said that we look 'matching'. haha.. so cute. Donovan and i look matching! we sound like a pair of socks!! "hey, here's pink sock number 1. where's my other sock?? oh wait.. here it is!! here's pink sock number 2.. my matching sock! hurrah! hurrah!!" so essentially, Donovan and i are as matching as a pair of socks. heyy, not too bad a metaphor, right? (6)  You have an earth personality. You takes things seriously and are a deep thinker who is usually interested in politics and will fight for what he/she believes. You hardly ever fall in love, but when you do, watch out world. You would fight to the death to hold onto a relationship. Your friends and colleagues see you as a rock in the storm; someone stable and constant while emotions rage around you. Be careful, because of this you can sometimes be seen as emotionless when, in fact, you are in touch with your emotions far better than the average Joe. Elemental Personalities: Which is Yours? brought to you by Quizilla like, wow. im like, Gaia, you guys. i rawwkk!! i am SO totally grounded and cool. whoo.. hell yeahh!!! (7) Guy Just Totally Smoking Weed On Street MADISON, WI—Graduate student Danny Lindner, 26, reported that he was shocked Monday to see a guy just totally smoking pot right on the street. "This dude was, like, just walking down the sidewalk puffing on a joint, right out in the open," Lindner told roommate Kyle Rath. "I could totally smell it. It was so weird. What was he thinking?" Lindner added that it was broad daylight out. culled from TheOnion.com (8) i need more black and pink clothes. nice black and pink clothes. sure, im gonna get myself 2 more of the exact same black t-shirt that i've already got, but heyy.. thats a staple, man. black clothes are cool. i love black. i'd also love to dress goth. but its a lil tough finding goth clothes that are cool, comfy, not too strange and socially acceptable so that i dont get stoned in public when i go out. getting stoned in public wont exactly be pleasant, me thinks. check these pants out. 
and these tops. 
i just like the cross on the 2nd top, actually. and this jacket!! 
and these accessories. 
(9) 
very cool. well, actually the drawings arent neat, its just the concept behind it that is. Randy, the artist behind the comic, did up his characters in his webcomic as the characters featured in Neil Gaiman's own comic, The Sandman. i love The Sandman, i gotta thank Jon for introducing the comic to me. the drawings are excellent, the storyline fantastic. plus, Morpheus is pretty hot. thats the sandman himself, doofus. plus, Death is dressed goth!! Amanda, you've got the notebook, ynoe the style The Sandman's drawn in. (10) i should start taking my ritalin on a constant basis. i say this coz Mark 6 could tell that i had ADHD the night of the Clifford's chinablack party. he says that im hyper all the time and i behave like his other friend who's got ADHD as well. frankly, i really really dont think im hyper, but heyy, wadever rocks his boat. (11) okayy.. so Gothika did manage to creep me out a lil.. im feeling the lingering effects of the movie now.. its pretty late and i went to the kitchen to get some food and i was kinda afraid that the blonde girl in the movie would pop up and grab me by the wrist. and i could feel smth following me from the kitchen to the room, too. alright. not gonna sleep til the sun rises, i am. (12) aight. im just got off the phone with Gerald kor. its like 3.45am now and the dude's gotta go to camp at 7am. omg. thank god im not a guy and i dont havta go off to ns man. but if i WAS a guy and i was gay then i'd probably be really happy and content to go to ns. ha! ha! ha! anyways. Gerald kor and i were talking abt relationships and vday and everything.. kinky! or not. but anyways, i've been online for 6 hours, i should go off now. i think i will. (13) and i love you guys! i shall do a special on all my friends soon. coz i love my friends. giggle tee hee hee. (14) listening to: I Try by Macy Gray. reading: Taking Charge Of ADHD by Russel A. Barkley, PhD. eating: bacon bits and mayo on bread. this is my 3rd slice in 10 mins. drinking: justea(lemon flavour). this is my 3rd packet today.
spat vitriol @ 3:46 AM
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Tuesday, February 03, 2004 [warning: long rambling doodling entry ahead. wadever 'doodling' in this context means.] sunday was Clifford bro's party at chinablack. i'd met donovan in the afternoon and we caught Stuck On You. which wasnt exactly good coz 90% of the funny bits were already in all the numerous trailers the damn show had. erghh. and after that Donovan walk me down to chinablack coz t'was already 10+pm. all the way from plaza singapura to chinablack we walked.. its very far when im wearing heels. and after walking me there Don had to go back to taka coz he parked his car there. he's a sweet lil thing! tho i think that he find it strange when i call him a 'thing'.. anyhow. the party wasnt too bad i spose. the music was alright and i danced even tho they played some ol skool retro music and all. but the drinks were super watered down, bloody bastards. i thank my friends for their company, for without em i would've been unable to survive. my friends: Sara DJ, Amanda, Sidney tinkerbell, Gerald kor, El Paulo, Mark 6, Jeremy, Haugeng, Marcus, Erik the tall big viking dude, and these two other people, Benedict and Jenny. they're all cool people. other people who were with us at that point of time, i deem them too paltry and insignificant to be mentioned in my blog. there were only 3 of em, actually. mebbe if they actually showed an ion of intelligence the next time i meet em(and i've already met em a few times), i might talk abt em. tho granted, they're hypocritically polite every time i meet em and obviously over-enthusiastic but hey, wadever rocks their simpleton boats, yea. onwards! so. on the dancefloor, this fat piece of shite kept elbowing me in the head coz he was on the platform and i was on the floor, and he apologized a few times for it, but dudes.. lets make this clear aight? talk is dirtcheap. SO, if mr. fathead apologizes, you'd expect him to STOP it. but nup, he's too much of a dumbass to stop elbowing me in my mf'ing head, so Erik the tall big viking dude swopped places with me so that mr. fathead can have the pleasure of elbowing him in the back instead of me in the head. coz Erik the tall big viking dude's like, two whole heads, yes ladieez and gents, two whole heads taller than i am. thats alotta heads. and anyways.. i'd like to go into detail abt the party but the party was two days ago and its so passe, and besides, alotta the stuff that happened didnt happen at the party itself anyways. i bumped into a few people: Sascha twinny, Zhiyang, Jianhong, Clifford bro(d'oh! it was his party, after all), Steffie, Clara, D-Man, Casper, Dewi(Phat's sista), Joshua lim.. and whoever la, etcetc. 1)Amanda, Sidney tinkerbell, Erik, Mark 6 and i were walkin down to potblack at abt 1+am(coz the party was gettin boring), and Sidney saw the transies that loiter along the way. she was high, she called em 'bapok' and 'she-man' and what-not, the transies wanted to beat her up and called Sidney alotta names and started calling her names. for god's sakes, they even said that they were "all woman". good god. if they're all woman i dont know what REAL women are. terrifying.. terrifying!! aiee!! scream along!! anyways. we managed to get away from the scary transies, which is good, tho along the way Sidney saw another transie and called her a bapok(again), and i just sang, "tralalalalaLALALALALA!!!!" really loudly to drown her out so that we wont get beaten up. heyy.. angry transies are fierce transies man. they'd do anythin to protect and defend their manhood.. ehh.. i meant, WOMANhood, yea, thats wot i meant. that was.. fun? i think? 2)at potblack, we saw the dude who tried to dance up the girls. he came in later on while we were playing pool with some other people. haha! he's sucha loser. coz he tried to dance up to me first but i ignored him, but then he started getting too close for comfort so i scuttled over to Marcus's side. then he wanted to dance up to Amanda, but Gerald kor moved over to protect her. but he just kinda stayed there, still dancing, so i yelled to him, "there's no action here!! piss off!! bye!!" my face wasnt exactly a face saying, "yea baby lets go dancing and afterwards we can make sweet sweet love", but more like, "dude, yer an irritant and taking up our dancing space so shove off". but the doofus couldnt hear me over the music, so i just yelled really loudly so that he could hear, "BYE!!!!" and waved him away. so he went away, sexually-transmitted dieseases combined with very good + strong medication eventually do. 3)we decided to go for supper after playing pool. Danny and Erik both had cars, and so begins our great journey!!! first, we went to alameen at bukit timah coz we wanted to eat the prata there. oopsy, too bad, hari raya people! alameen was closed. so we went to the other end of the island, bedok, to eat the bak-chor mee there. i've been there a few times with Jon and all, the bak-chor mee's not bad. but oops again! we went there too late or smth, t'was already 4+ am i think, and the bak-chor mee stall was closed. so in an act of desperation we went to around bedok simpang there to eat prata. and thank god, the damn place was open. i hadnt eaten a single thing the whole day cept for the tiny bowl of miso soup that came with Donovan's yoshinoya meal. by the time i ordered my milo and pratas, i found that i couldnt really eat even tho i felt physically sick. and when i ate, i had to eat real slow coz i didnt feel like eating and i felt ill too, even tho my body was practically starving to death. Sidney had also eaten very lil the entire day and she felt ill like i did as well. so i got kinda miffed when Erik rushed Sidney and i to to eat faster if we wanted to leave. and so we hurried up, and after that, Erik was smoking, and we all didnt leave. so i continued to eat, hooha! anyways. i think my body was rejecting the food i was putting in it. i say eat, goddammit!! the great journey was not over, my friends!! woohoo! coz after the meal Danny sent us back, but he had to send Amanda back first, and we had to go back to the west again, actually going past alameen again, before Danny sent the rest of us back. the rest of us, consisting of kenneth, Sidney and i, coz the 3 of us + Danny all live in the same area. 4)i felt carsick after the meal, mebbe i could've thrown up a lil bit if i wanted to, but i resisted the slight urge to barf up all over Danny's car seats. coz its not nice and plus this was the first time i've met him. woww. leave a good impression, ynoe. but anyways, Danny wound down the windows and played techno music, and the dup-sup-sup of the beat was damn cool, i felt like a real beng man. plus, i knew a few of the songs! i could sing along! and i stuck my head outta the window.. now i know why dogs do it. its so fun! with the wind whipping thru yer hair/fur, yer mouth rippling as the wind blows into yer mouth, yer face distorted by the wind.. t'was fun!! i barked a few times, too. woof WOOF!! i was the only one who did it tho, i just cant fanthom why. *ponder the way a blonde ponders over whether the earth is flat or spherical* at the end of the car ride my hair got bloody messed up and Amanda said that i looked like a chow-chow. *woof!!* but anyways. that was sunday for you. i got back at abt 6.45am, and when i got back i was on the phone with Sara DJ y'see, and we talked til abt 9am. i love her lots!! but yea, byt the time i actually slept, t'was 9.30am on a monday morning. and i was gonna meet Donovan on monday, so i'd told him to msg me once he was like, ready to meet. and he msged me at 11.10am and i only woke up at 11.30am when the beeping from my phone finally managed to penetrate into my state slumber. so i got up, bathed and everything, and he came to pick me up at 1.30pm. yes, it took me 2 hours to bathe and wash my hair and change.. i was mooooovvingggg raaaaatherr sloooowlyyyyy. so monday begins, with 2 hours of sleep preceeding that. Donovan and i ate at sakae sushi before catching Gothika at suntec. t'was my first proper eal in days, tho admittedly i still hadnt eaten alot. and as for gothika.. i expected it to be alot better i spose. alot better as in, alot more fucking scary. but it wasnt. i didnt have a sleepless night. i didnt have bad dreams. godammit!! last night was one of the rare nights where i actually had a dreamless sleep!! plus, Don and i cant figure out how the title Gothika relates to the movie. if any of you ever find out how it does, tell me, please. thank you muchly. after the movie we went back to Donovan's place to chill. we watch armageddon on channel 5.. made me wonder how people could get all weepy and teary over the movie when it was playing in theatres in early 1998. and then we just.. ynoe.. chilled out. we kinda fell asleep during west wing, and he sent me back at around 2+am. i fed my gerbils quickly, i bathed quickly, and i went to sleep quickly. i awoke 12 hours later, my mind refreshed, but my body aching. dont ask me why. im getting old.. a lil physical exertion and my body screws up. like, thanks alot, Body. listening to: Pardon Me by Incubus.
spat vitriol @ 6:28 PM
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Sunday, February 01, 2004 i dont check my email for a week and i get 47 pieces of spam mail. like, thanks alot, fuckers. anyways. this is one of the emails i got, from a person i actually KNOW. its abt a letter from a husband to his wife, and her reply to her husband. here it is: TO MY DEAR WIFE: During the past year I have tried to make love to you 365 times. I have succeeded 36 times, which is an average of once every ten days. The following is a list of why I did not succeed more often: 54 times the sheets were clean 17 times it was too late 49 times you were too tired 20 times it was too hot 15 times you pretended to be sleep 22 times you had a headache 17 times you were afraid of waking the baby 16 times you said you were too sore 12 times it was the wrong time of the month 19 times you had to get up early 9 times you said weren't in the mood 7 times you were sunburned 6 times you were watching the late show 5 times you didn't want to mess up your new hairdo 3 times you said the neighbors would hear us 9 times you said your mother would hear us Of the 36 times I did succeed, the activity was not satisfactory because: 6 times you just laid there 8 times you reminded me there's a crack in the ceiling 4 times you told me to hurry up and get it over with 7 times I had to wake you and tell you I finished 1 time I was afraid I had hurt you because I felt you move KEEP READING....... ========================================================== TO MY DEAR HUSBAND: I think you have things a little confused. Here are the reasons you didn't get more than you did: 5 times you came home drunk and tried to screw the cat 36 times you did not come home at all 21 times you didn't cum 33 times you came too soon 19 times you went soft before you got in 38 times you worked too late 10 times you got cramps in your toes 29 times you had to get up early to play golf 2 times you were in a fight and someone kicked you in the balls 4 times you got it stuck in your zipper 3 times you had a cold and your nose was running 2 times you had a splinter in your finger 20 times you lost the notion after thinking about it all day 6 times you came in your pajamas while reading a dirty book 98 times you were too busy watching football, baseball, etc. on TV Of the times we did get together: The reason I laid still was because you missed and were screwing the sheets. I wasn't talking about the crack in the ceiling, what I said was, "Would you prefer me on my back or kneeling?" The time you felt me move was because you farted and I was trying to breathe. **** nice email. time for sleep. g'night, all. *snorx*
spat vitriol @ 1:31 AM
xxx the family dinner last night turned out to be quite alright. the restaurant served the dishes too fast so, being the singaporeans that my family's made of(good stuff!! *thumbs up*), the adults argued their way into letting us have on-ee. ynoe, the yam gunk. which is good. good gunk!! and we had 2 tables, the adults and the kids(even the married kids sit at our table), so we had 2 bowls of on-ee altogether!! and coz one other cousin and the married couple(and their ever-so-cute daughter Elaine who i absolutely adore) left early coz their daughter was sick(pneumonia, actually. omg), there was more on-ee for the kids!! meaning,, the resta us! woohoo!! i love the stuff man. the adults were tryna maximise their one bowl of on-ee each, but us kids had so much left over.. it was gooood.. there were only 5 of us left, and Desmond didnt wanna eat any. he's 15 this year and 1.75m. wtf. so Angela had 1 bowl, Alex had 2 bowls, and Matthew(yea the cute one. harx!) and i had 3 bowls each. yeap, three. yumm! more, please! ynoe, do the oliver twist thang, y'all. shake it! shake it shake it! shake it.. like a polaroid picture!! heeeeeeyyyyaaaaaa.. heeeeeyyyyaaaaaaaaaaa.. anyways. it wasnt too bad tonight la seriously. Jeffrey said that i'd put on weight, tho. like, woww. he was at the Jazzy Jeff thang last night at zouk too. but he zhaoed before JJ even came on coz t'was too damn crowded. smart move, dude. and my uncle got tipsy on wine and started babbling to Matthew on the rules abt being an officer cadet now that Matthew's one himself. and seriously, wine breath stinks. blergh. vodka-limey breath smells better i swear. and i got rather bored at some bits but i spose it gets like that for almost everyone at some part of their family dinner. or mebbe not. anyways. i love Elaine, she's just so bloody adorable. i wanna hug her, and hold her, and squeeze her.. and i was thinking to myself.. ynoe how there're these places that rent out animals so you can feel what its like to have a pet for a day(or a week. or a month. wadever) and know the responsibilities that come along with having a pet? i was thinking.. how abt renting out kids?? ynoe, like, Rent-A-Kid!! very economical, me thinks. arr! and then you'll know what it'd be like to have a kid. you think the kid's so damn cute? wait til the damn thing spits up, vomits on, slaps, kicks, punch, cry, slobber on you!! see la.. see if you still find kiddies cute la.. most kids are evil.. EVIL!! cept for Elaine, she's an angel from heaven. and i havent seen many of those. angels, i mean. which explains why im still sucha mean-ass. mebbe there'd even be pasar malam imitation Rent-A-Kid(since pasar malams have every imitation good under the sun and moon and stars). "lelong ah! lelong!! mai hai zi! mai hai zi!! hen pian yi!! kuai lai ah kuai lai ah!! lelong lelong!!" which, when roughly translated, means, "for sale ah! for sale!! selling kids! selling kids!! very cheap!! hurry come ah hurry come ah!! for sale for sale!!" good idea, right? plus, there'd be a place for all those unwanted and illegitimate children who come from teenage pregancies to go to.. dont sue me. and i dont know.. saw this kid the other day and alluva sudden it struck me.. kids are like dogs!! no, seriously. and i can prove it, too. 10 reasons kids are like dogs. *ahem ahemm* 1)they expect to be fed. constantly. 2)they shake around when they're happy, just like how dogs wag their tails. 3)they think that just by making pesky noises they'll attract attention and get people to tent to em. dammit. bloody crybabies and whiney shites. 4)they can be cute. [u got good-looking dogs, u got ugly dogs. same with kiddies.] 5)they cant drink their liquids from a cup. its gotta be a bottle.. drinking bowl.. big difference. 6)they're hyperactive and if they get outta yer hands you gotta spend all day hunting em down with a stick. or a gun. 7)they can be nasty when they dont get what they want. ohh, may the lord have mercy on our souls during those very very trying times. 8)they expect full-time loyalty from their owners. or parents. wadever. 9)they're very manja when you scratch or stroke their bellies or backs. 10)they think they're so damn cute. bonus! 11)they like to smell each other's butts. so there you go. 10 + 1 good resaons why kids are like dogs. and dont argue with me, i've got substantial proof that they are! aha!! innocent until proven guilty, dude! anyways. im going for the chinablack party that Clifford bro's throwing later tonight. i wouldnt go under normal circumstances but he's my lil bro and i just.. gotta.. go.. and im meeting Donovan before that but he's not going for the chinablack party. godammit! he's sposed to obey my every whim and command!! i shall have to make some adjustments to his faulty programming. just kidding. he's pretty perfect the way he is. reading: From The Corner Of His Eye by Dean Koontz. .. 645 pages.. i've got 37 more pages to go.. el no problemo..
spat vitriol @ 12:52 AM
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