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Tuesday, March 30, 2004 
mm. i agree. its hip. "urban" is good.
spat vitriol @ 6:02 AM
xxx i've been eating tons of yoghurt recently. i keep devouring cups of em each day, and my mom keeps loading the fridge back up. the same goes with yakult, too. its like a magical fridge. i never see it being topped up, but the yakult and yoghurt never ever runs out. i've got a magical fridge!! whooooo!! at last count, there were 15 bottles of yakult and 12 cups of yoghurt in the fridge. i've consumed 3 cups of each today, so logically we're now down to 12 bottles of yakult and 9 cups of yoghurt. and if you can do yer math, you could've stopped reading 2 sentences ago, but i spose its too late for that now. yoghurt, anyone? and i just cut my nails. they were getting too damn long for their own damn good(if only i could say the same abt my hair.. damn stuff never seems to grow). they looked good, but they were too long. getting in the way of everything. cant wash my hair properly without scratching out my scalp, gotta carry stuff with care lest i break the damn nail off. "ENOUGH!!", i say. cut!(i know, i was born to be a director, i know i know. i say "cut!" with such conviction yarr) oh yeahh ynoe i was watching an old episode of Johnny Quest this afternoon and there was this one bit when Johnny, Jessie and Haji were in the unused train tunnels underneath Grand Central stop. and then all these homeless people suddenly appeared and attacked em. i thought t'was funny. cmon, think abt it: you've got these 3 good-looking kids(tho Haji is, undoubtedly, the most intelligent one. go go asians!!) exploring(well, actually, looking for a rare white bengal tiger, but wadever rocks yer boat) in the tunnels and then alluva sudden, all these hobos just rise up from the trash and dirty newspapers and whatnot and just go roaring(no, seriusly, they were roaring) up to these kids to attack em coz they're invading their territory. im like thinking to myself, "wow. angry hobos." as i watch the cartoon, coz its like that movie Dawn Of The Dead ynoe, y'got all these neverending troops of zombies coming up to you to eat yer eyes out. but instead of angry zombies, y'got angry hobos. ANGRY HOBOS.. that just sounds funny. as in, funny-weird and funny-haha, ynoe what im saying. cmon!! its funny!! and on saturday [i forgot to mention this even tho it aint important but then again i spose you could ask me, "what is, Maddie? whats important? and i'd say, "i dont know you dipshit fuck off." cept that i'd say it in my head and you wouldnt know i was thinking it at all but in yer face i'd just say, "i dont know la wadever go away."] before i met Sara DJ and Sidney tinks, i went to Surfbabe and bought myself a hot pink Voodoo Dolls bag and a matching(matching as in, they could be a set, same patterns and all) hot pink Voodoo Dolls lil pouch. they were identical, really, cept for the size. and as Haugeng er ge also said, the bag's got straps and the pouch doesnt. i said, "astute observation, Haugeng." anyways. my point is that i gotta stop buying bags. i spose its coz i cant find any decent-looking clothes out there to buy, nothing looks good on the racks(or on me) so i dont wanna waste my cash on em. but the bag and pouch! hot pink!! *shiver* look the colour's so nice it made me shiver! but really, i gotta stop buying bags and pouches. seriously, Maddie, stop it k. dont go nuts, girl. i swear, im gonna be dead for work tmr. 8 hours of work and im still not sleeping yet. erks. p/s: im getting my pay tmr!! time to buy more stuff.. that arent bags and pouches. NOT bags and pouches. i repeat, NOT bags and pouches aight, Maddie. im saying it twice for self-confirmation than anything else, really. g'night sweethearts. sleep tight. *snorx* listening to: Roses by Outkast. i might get their album if i still feel like it after blowing my paycheque on random and senseless things, i think they're pretty nifty. yo work it, Outkast!!
spat vitriol @ 4:15 AM
xxx woww. the previous entry that i typed at 7.30am on sunday morning didnt show. woww. nicely done, blogger. fucker. anyways. im eating cornflakes now. im hungry. period's here, gotta build up my strength ynoe. need extra iron in my body.. or smth.. wadever.. like i give half a rat's arse abt that. im just hungry. i was out with Donovan on sunday and we caught My Girl. t'wasnt too bad, t'was quite funny really. and of course i realise that when i say it like that, it doesnt ACTUALLY sound like the show's really funny but it is. really. and i realise that this is pretty mushy but from now on im gonna really treasure Donovan. seriously! i've been too bloody selfish alotta the time, its awful. i mean, it cant be abt ME all the time, i cant forget that there's him in the relationship as well. i gotta realise that, and remember it, too.(hello Ritalin and Laxapro!) i dont know how he stands me half the time, really. what a patient boy. and i feel guilty whenever i think abt all those times i get all pissy and everything, it aint too pretty a sight, eh. so from now on, only good, precious lil Maddie will exist. no more pissiness from Maddie, no sirree!(dont say "pssh" aight) i try.(ynoe, like that song by Macy Gray) im feeling really good abt all this :) and i bought my mom some stuff from body shop on sunday too, like eye gel and a bar of soap(she uses bars of soaps instead of liquid soaps.. its so ol skool i swear..) and a lavender pillow thang. i got the girl at the shop to wrap it up for me so she put all three items in a box and inside she had some straw-like stuff to cushion the things. i bought my mom the stuff coz i wanted to, i thought t'was abt time i bought smth for her, seriously. plus a small bit of me knew that if she was happy she wouldnt nag as much. but really, i wanted to get smth for my mom, since i havent bought her anything since, like, forever. okayy thats bad, i know. also, buying my mom stuff is a really quick and effective way to make her happy, instead of having to do chores or work for my grades.. ynoe.. like i said, quick and effective way of making her happy. and if i've got the cash, why not, right? and im starting to REALLY like The Practice. ynoe, that show abt the lawyers. i used to catch snatches of the show a long time back, but i always thought that t'was bloody piss boring. but now im watching it, and it helps that i forget to turn the telly off after American's Top Models(im still riveted. bye bye Ebony), and the show is really really good. im waiting for The Oc to start, too. i like The Practice.. alot. okayy, mebbe it doesnt seem that good to the rest of you folks out there, but this show has a lil more substance then the other crappy shows they put out there on the telly. like Incredible Tales. heyy, y'all know im a sucker for horror stuff, i love watching worror flicks and shows and documentaries and what have you. but man, i caught the first episode of Incredible Tales and man, this show just dont cut it, yo. i decided not to ever catch another episode coz everything was just so BAD. read the review in the papers, i agree with it completely. besides, t'was boring. acting was bad. everything.. BAD BAD BAD!! so anyways. before i go psycho abt how incredibly bad Incredible Tales is.. guess wot?? guess guess guess!! you'll never be able to guess!! unprecendented changes are taking place in my body right as we speak! its remarkable! amazing!! extraordinary!!! [and NO you guessed wrong.. im not pregnant.] *drum roll* *more drum roll* (im doing the Xiaxue thang, she likes dedicating whole paragraphs to the *asterix* thang, ynoe ynoe. okay never mind yarr) MY WISDOM TOOTH IS GROWING out!!! I MEAN, ISNT IT, LIKE, SO, LIKE, TOTALLY EXCITING??? sorry. caps button was on. i meant: i mean, isnt it, like, so, like, totally exciting???(heyy, its less rude this way yea) lemme tell you the short story of how my wisdom tooth evolved. y'all know how i grind my teeth like a soybean grinder at night? okay, so y'all dont know that(but now you do) but yea, i grind my teeth. and at night i gotta wear this teeth guard(Jeremy should know what im talking abt) so that i dont grind my teeth to oblivion(are you sure i havent told you all this before? it seems like deja vu as i type everything i swear) and one day, a long time ago, part of my gum on my upper left jaw started hurting. t'was the bit of gum behind the last tooth on my upper left jaw. so i thought to myself: this is either my teeth-grinding at work, making this annoying pain at the back of my mouth. or my wisdom tooth was growing. i'd feel around back there with my tongue, and there'd be this lil bump back there. i thought t'was an ulcer coz it hurt, but t'wasnt squishy the way ulcers get so i kinda(but not completely) discounted the idea *almost* immediately. so after awhile i just kinda forgot abt it, coz it didnt hurt too bad, it just made me remember that the bump was back there. i knew t'was, my tongue could feel it hidi ng away back there. anyways. during The Practice just now, it started aching a lil, and i decided to probe using my finger and.. i could feel it!! i could feel a lil of my tooth growing out!! its just peeking out right ther.. how bloody adorable!! ee!! its so exciting!.. im almost brought to tears at the thought of it.. it feels just like when i lost my baby teeth and my adult teeth started growing.. *sniff*.. fond memories.. the wiggling of the baby teeth, the way they looked when they fell out(or when i yanked em free) into the tissue paper, lying among lil bits of gum and splotches of watery bloody.. they way they seemed so forlorn, all alone when they werent among their fellow toothy friends.. such vivid memories, so very fond memories.. anyways. i've got work tmr, and im working the whole day. whole day on friday, too. im missing Surivor just to earn money man, what's this world coming to these days i ask you? its a sad world, thats what. its sad when a girl misses (one of) her favourite telly shows coz she's got work. ugh. i am disgusted at the state of matters these days. these days are not good days, my friends. ugh. but im gonna ask my mom to tape Survivor for me, you see if i dont.(unless i forget) and omg. ynoe how there's American Idol. and soon Singapore Idol. but right now, there will be.. NS Idol. i swear, i just heard abt it on Power 98 on the radio. this is kinda weird. the army's really tryna make ns plasant for the army boys. hell yeah. as if they'd succeed. "yes! running thru mud is good for you! waiting in the jungle in the blisteringly hot sun is good for you! carrying those guns is good for you! eating nutritious food that tastes like crap is good for you!" yea yea.. surely so, mate. bla-di-bla-di-blahh. time for sleep, mateys. arr! yarr! listening to: The Reason by Hoobastank.
spat vitriol @ 2:10 AM
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Sunday, March 28, 2004 ynoe, i realise from time to time that im a pessimistic fuck. no no, dont try to stop me from speaking the truth, i know im one. [why arent you stopping me from speaking the truth?] but yes, i am a pessimistic fuck. you can ask anybody who's seen my pessimistic side. ask me for it, and i'll be able to describe the bleakest and most depressing landscape for you. i'd be glad to, in fact. its the easiest thing in the world for me to do, really. note that, however, requests for me to paint a happy and cheerful picture thats got many many glasses 3/4 full of water(or yer choice of alcohol) and overjoyed kids(who're probably on prozac if you ask me) in it are often(if not always) rejected. speaking of which, if you yerself think the glass is half full of water, mebbe its coz yer on an anti-depressant. but thats just my point of view, of course. and dont quote me on that. well. anyways. seriously. most times i think im quite alright. i think im yer "normal"(wadever that means. i think that 'normal' is really quite subjective and varies from person to person), average girl on the hdb block, emotions-wise. [intellectually, i am, of course, quite a few notches up. well, d'oh. i am Ruler of the Universe, after all. have i mentioned that i might have a slight ego problem?) when i say emotions-wise, i think that i'd react the same way other people do to people and situations and.. well.. stuff. cept that im a tad cynical, but thats it, really. i hear some people out there say, "no shit!" and Sara DJ say, "no shit, sherlock!" on occasion, tho, i sometimes see that im not so normal. that it actually REALLY isnt normal to be able to so easily think of the bleaker side of things. mebbe smth happens, mebbe nothing does, for me to see that im rather despondent deep down inside. i think abt this pessimism of mine(mine and mine only) for awhile, mebbe ponder or worry abt it for awhile, but soon after i move on coz 1)i forget abt it 2)it really doesnt seem that important to me after awhile to think so much abt it coz i dont really think i'll be able to eliminate this Pessimism from my body. its a character trait, its a part of me now. and i think abt it, and worry abt it when i think abt it, coz it actually scares me a lil. that im actually not who i think i am, that the fact that im such a bloody depressing person is actually hidden from me. its like this depressive chracteristic is in my subconsious, quietly dictating my thoughts and movements without me actually realising it. and thats a tad freaky, coz it seems as tho im not in complete control of myself or my thoughts. and that i cant help the fact that im not in control. and even scarier, all this time i thought that i WAS in control, but in actual reality i never was. its like alluva sudden, i lose touch with who i am altogether. its akin to an out-of-body experience, yea. and then it leads me to think that yea, okayy, im pessimistic. and that if smth THIS huge could be hidden from my consciousness, then mebbe other stuff is hidden from myself as well. but lets not go there, lets just continue on the same track, shall we? so lets say that other stuff is hidden from me, like perhaps the degree of my despondency. im pessimistic, but does it mean that perhaps even deeper down, i feel a sense of hopelessness, despair, defeatism? that all this is whats motivating me to subconsciously, and afterwards, consciously be sucha screwup and fuck up sometimes(okayy, most times) when it comes to the important things like school and relationships? and then i wonder, if all this was eliminated from my mind, if i didnt have this Pessimisim trait in me, i wouldnt be who i was. that i'd be a completely different person, with a completely different life, regarding what this change could affect, of course. things like my grades and my social life. NOT things like how much money my mom earns or anything, ynoe ynoe. it'd be like changing my lifelines on the strings of Fate altogether. i wouldnt be the person i was, i wouldnt be doing the things i did, so on and so forth. its like a riple effect, really. and now that i've been thinking abt it, its truly amazing how such a teensy thing like just being overly pessimistic could just totally transform my life. woww. i just love mornings dont you? people feel all fresh and awake and happy in the morning, im thinking abt how much more depressed i could get. whoopee!! prozac, please! and make it a double!! see what i mean? being sardonic just comes so naturally to me, its scary. whooooooo. *shiver me timbers, matey!* be afraid, be very afraid.. .. .. christ. its bloody 7.30am already. i'd better get to bed man, im meeting Donovan later on, and i told him that i'd wake up ealier than him.(which would be anytime before 5pm *harx*) gonna hit the sack now y'all. have a great sunday morning. whee.
spat vitriol @ 7:37 AM
xxx i got home not long ago. i was in town.. as usual.. people i hung out with today: Donovan darlin(alliteration rocks my socks off), Sara Dj, Sidney tinks, Haugeng erge, and afterwards Dior, Damien, Dan adm, Hanna, Natalie, Audrey and Eugene munkle. i call Eugene that coz he's so naggy & preachy & old-fashioned sometimes i told him he's like a combination of my mom and my uncle.. hence, munkle. quite funky right? but eugene munkle doesnt seem to think so. its got quite a ring to it, really. MUNKLY MUNKLU MUNKLE.. sounds like a cross between a monkey and a ukelele. i also happen to like the word ukelele. it rolls off the tongue, yo. UKELELE! say it! say it, dammit!! UKELELE!! anyways. met Lionel, Sundeep, Marcus, Sanjeev, Huiying, Soong, Zhiyang, Ivan smooshy marshmallow and Benedict too. t'was a lil weird tho.. when i went into the lido toilet just now there were these girls putting on their makeup(party at chinablack wad.. must look pretty wad..) and one of em looked a tad familiar but i didnt give it much thought(as i do other things as well). when i was done pissing and washing my hands, i was abt to walk out when the girl, who was still doshing on the mascara like t'was free, said to me, "madeleine!!" shocker sia. nobody calls me madeleine in orchard man. thats how hardcore. i mean, c'mon, even my teachers(when im in school that is) dont call me madeleine. but er, thing is, i couldnt for the life of me place her. i'd remember everyone from poly onwards, so i suspected that she was from scgs. so i just kinda squinted at her, as if staring thru her face would mke me remember who she was. nope, that didnt frickin help. then she said "im yuting," as she continued putting on her makeup. and im like, "huh? im sorry.. er.. i kinda dont remember you.." or smth along those lines. i really cant remember and i was embarrassed that she knew my full name(hey dont say okayy, some people actually think that Maddie is my full name. kukus.) and i didnt know any part of her name at all. in the end i think i mumbled a Bye and walked out. or smth. i cant really remember. when i get into such obviously uncomfortable and squelchy situations i just switch into Auto-Pilot mode(without my knowing) and behave the appropriate way before making a quick but discrete exit. wadever. anyways. so today was Eugene munkle's bday and Dan adm did a pretty good job of planning it all. kudos, sweetheart!! *thumbs up* we all hid in bushes and stuff at lido garden til Dan brought Eugene up. Dior was holding the cake and both of us were squatting behind the step to surprise him.. we squatted til our legs cramped.. we took turns holding the cake so t'was alright.. haha.. and anyways, Eugene was really pleasantly surprised by it all, which was good. and we sat at lido gaden(Dan had crought a groundsheet for us to sit on), there were snacks and alcohol and bday cake.. t'was all cool. and coz Eugene's always cracking lame jokes that i never ever find funny, today Dan said that Eugene was to be Mr Funnyman. coz thats what Eugene always wanted, ynoe, for himt o be funny and people laughing at his jokes and all. so i obliged him la. i laughed when he made a joke.. and when he didnt intend to make a joke.. when he was talking.. and when he wasnt talking. i just laughed. ynoe.. the loud, maniacal laughter. coz he's funny wad. damn funny. i said he was so funny he had me in stitches. Eugene munkle then called me an ass. *harx* see! that was funny!! ha! HA!! HA!!! he's Mr Funnyman of the year yarr. anyways. i met Donovan for lil snatches of time during the day. and after i left Eugene's lil party thang, i met Sara, Sidney and Jeremy at lido mac's. Gerald kor joined us for a short while before i came home. and thank god Sara lent me her nokia headphone so i could listen to the radio on Donovan's mobile on the way home. i had to wait abt half an hour for the nightrider to get is slow ass to town, and the trip was also a long one.(tho i think the bus hit abt 90km/h for on long empty roads) thankew muchly Sara dearie :) and.. *drum roll*.. thats it. summary of my day. en passant, sara Dj, Sidney tinks, Damien, eugene munkle and Dior seem to doubt my ability to Quit Smoking FOREVER. i havent smoked for 2 weeks, y'all go away la. and yea well, Eugene said that its one thing to quit, but its a matter of whether i go back to smoking or not. no the most thought-provoking thing to say, but yea of course he's right. lets just see how long i go before i crack. which i wont. so there. *harrumph* and no worries yea Donovan baby, im sure it'll all turn out alright. as in, everything, ynoe. lovin ya muchly babe.
spat vitriol @ 5:37 AM
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Friday, March 26, 2004 i just drank a bottle of yakult. i remember how when i was younger i used to love drinking yakult(still do, but the tiny bottle doesnt remotely come anywhere near to satisfying my yakult cravings) but my mom was always all like, "yer not allowed to drink more than 2 bottles a day! more than that is bad for you!! dont let me catch you drinking more than 2 bottles!!" i guess she didnt know any other way of telling me that to consume everything in moderation is best. i'd be damn sad la, coz i'd drink 2 bottles of yakult in one shot, and that meant that for the next 23hours and 58mins i wouldnt be able to touch another bottle of yakult. t'was always a good experience. i'd take the bottle outta the yucky clingy plastic that wraps the yakult bottles together. and then i'd take a straw and poke it in. nd depending on whether was i was a greedy lil fuck or if i wanted to the drink to last longer, i'd either take big gulps(as big a gulp as i could outta that remarkably tiny straw) or sip it. note: if ninjas are after you and you wanna hide in the water so that they cant see you, do not, i repeat, do NOT take along a puny yakult straw with you for use as a breathing tube. if yer that stupid, just stay put and let the ninjas get ya. its more fun that way. and i remember that i used to hate vitagen. it tasted like crap to my young, sensitive tastebuds. i am of course alright with vitagen NOW, but in the past, yakult was the best.(still is.. hooha!!) no other drink with live bacteria could come close to yakult. the bright colourful silver foil that covered each yakult bottle was also brighter and more colourful the vitagen ones. i swear its true. go compare the yakult and vitagen bottles. the yakult ones are more attractive. the vitagen ones look faded.. ee.. ugly laa.. and i used to be so impressed with the adults coz whenever they took a yakult, they wouldnt take a straw, they'd just rip the entire foil wrapping off the top of the yakult bottle. i believe now the reasons adults chose to do that intead of daintily poking in a tiny yellow straw was coz 1)you cant drink enough when you drink outta a straw 2)guys look faggoty coz the bottle, small as it is, isnt in proportion to their bodies. sipping outta a tiny lil yellow straw aint doin nothin for their macho-isms. so. yeahh. i wanted to be adult-ish too, and i'd try to emulate em by tryna tear off the foil wrapping off the yakult bottles. wah lau.. t'was damn tough can. my fingers were small and weak(they arent anymore aight) and t'was practically an impossible task. i was sad and disappointed with myself.. if i couldnt take off the wrapping, i wasnt a real adult.(just like how some males tell emselves that they arent real men til they fuck a girl) so i stuck with sipping yakult thru the yakult straw. one day, when i was a lil older, i decided to give the foil-ripping another go and.. HURRAHH!! i did it!! i managed to take off the wrapping!! i was a real adult now!! i didnt feel like a REAL adult but.. who cares!! i was a real adult!! soon after tho, i realised that there wasnt much satisfaction in drinking yakult straight outta the bottle, so i went back to drinking outta the straws. moral of the story? the moral of the story is "dont grow up too fast for yer age." but anyways, i now drinking yakult straight outta the bottle coz 1)im too lazy to lok the straws 2)even if i see the straws, im too lazy to take it, get it outta the plastic, and then poke it into the bottle and 3)my momma aint stopping me from drinking any number of bottles of yakult now so i can just drink outta the bottle and if i still aint satisfied, i cant get myself another bottle. man im a rebel. this has been "my yakult memories". hope you enjoyed the show, and stay tuned for more inane childhood memories. toodle-oo!
spat vitriol @ 2:58 PM
xxx yes yes. this is a wayyy long overdue entry. y'see, my internet was kinda screwing around with me, playing mind games and all(the scheming, devious thing!!), so i wasnt able to blog. but i have since resolved the problem(yea, sure, its a week later, but as they say, "better late than never", right??) and now i am ONLINE!! WHOO!! I AM RULER OF THE UNIVERSE!!!! hoohaa!!! anyways. i cant much remember what happened so far.. cept that i went out with Donovan over the weekend and we ate alotta sushi and we watched The Eye 2.. its okay for a horror flick but im still rooting for jappy horror movies, of course. oh yeahh. and i returned Tim his GD88(my poor photos.. all.. gone..) and got back my purse from him. and Donovan lent me his nokia 7250 and im using it now. he's a dear. a sexy, naughty, bitch dear. and im really REALLY afraid of damaging the 7250 so i cant wait til i get my new phone coz 1)Donovan says that he doesnt mind lending me his phone and that he doesnt need it but still it aint too nice to hold onto it for, like, forever and 2)i want my own phone so that even if i drop/scratch/damage it its my own taiji and nobody else's. wow! im so responsible!! and the girls, meaning: me, Sara DJ, Sidney tinks, Gek Puay and for awhile, Diana, wenta zouk on wednesday. Weihong was with us, he was with his new girlfriend. ohh i bumped into Edna! her hair looks different. i saw Andrea too and she said that i lost weight and that i looked thinner!! woohooo!(of course she could just be humouring me.. hmm..) i met Zhiyang as well and haha he says that he's gonna give up on girls and turn gay. g'luck bro. oh yeahh.. and i dont know how or why, but the entire jug of vodka cranberry we had on the table slipped off and spilled on me and Sara DJ. her jeans were pretty wet, and my poor blue suede adidas shoes were soaked. they'll never be the same again. *sniff* i am in mourning. *sniffsniff* and after zouking, Sidney and i stayed over at Sara's place. i borrowed some of sara's clothes coz she said that she she wont need em as she wont be clubbing anymore. pssh. yea right. and at work yesterday night, i spilled a drink on a customer AGAIN. this time i spilled water on a guy who was wearing jeans at dinnertime. the last time, t'was cherryade on a woman during lunch hour, and she was wearing white. but the guy was pretty cool abt it, perhaps coz he was with like, eleven of his other male comp[anions and he didnt wanna look like some nit-pickin pussy, ynoe? and his friends asked me if i was from njc/nyjc. do i REALLY have such a common face?? *blergh* i was like, "no, im from tp." idiots. anyway. Sara and i were talking last night and we've got shitloads in common. we said that whoever could come online to blog first would talk abt it, so here i am, since you dont see sara online, dya? 1)we used to live in semi-detached houses. 2)we both used to have the same sorta swing when we used to live in semi-detached houses. 3)we have the same dream of buying back our respective houses when we grow up. and earn alotta money. 4)we have broad shoulder so that we look like guys from the back.(if you cut off the hair la, d'oh) 5)we have nightmares and all that. 6)we have over-active, vivid, imaginations. 7)we have kancheong spider mothers. 8)we are scared of ghosts. 9)we dont like to talk abt ghosts and scary stuff at night. 10)we have rebonded hair. and we go a lil nuts when it doesnt stay rebonded. 11)we have a telepathic connexion with each other. 12)we use the same eye pencil. 13)we're gossip + entertainment whores. 14)we read the new paper, which is a crappy tabloid, but we still read it anyway. 15)we're.. and this one's a lil of a secret between us so, yeahh. but it starts with an S and a D. *smirx* 16)we're both telly freaks. wewatch tons of tv now. 17)we were really harcore tv addicts. hook or by crook, we'd make sure that we'd catch our shows every week. 18)we loved cartoons!! still do, actually. 19)we liked the same ol skool shows, like Johnny Quest and Sliders. Charmed and Survivor, too. im sure there's more, but i bet it involves mroe telly, so i shant ramble on anymore. Sara dahling, you and i, we're television connoisseurs yo! we be rawwwkkkinnnn this joint!! by the way, the cartoon Astroboy's coming to town!! every sunday at 10.30am!!! me like Astroboy.. yumm.. he has nice lil undies and booties. and a really cool slicked up hairstyle. i knew this guy once called Max and he wouldnt havta really do anything with his hair and it'd look like Astroboy's hairdo. that is some funky shite, y'all. anyways. i wanna go eat cornflakes now. i am hungry. and i dont know if it'll kill em eventually or what, but im starting to give my gerbz cornflakes, and oat biscuits, and digestive biscuits. its all healthy stuff for us but still, you never know what it takes to fuck up a gerbil's digestive system. ooh!! did somebody say "science experiment"?? just kiddin. but the gerbz seem to like the stuf so why deprive of em their *tiny* worldy pleasures, right? besides sex. i dont know if gerbz enjoy sex, but i know dolphins can. and pigs can have 30 minute orgasms. i mean, cmon man. give the 30 minute orgasms to the beings who can actually appreciate it, ynoe? geez. okay. cornflakes are a-callin. in their teeny voices, i hear em cry, "maddie! maddie! come eat our warped lil bodies! we're flat and thin and crispy and good for ya! eat us or we might lose the meaning of life! ooh! are we alive! yes we are yes we are! eat us maddie before we go soft and die.. we dont wanna fade away like those pussy cocoa puffs, we wanna die in honour!! in a spoonful of delicious milk between yer teeth!! eat us, we say!! EAT US!!! eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!" and i shall. damn they're annoying.
spat vitriol @ 2:05 PM
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Friday, March 19, 2004 im eating a plum now.. i like plums.. the're round, sweet, delicious, juicy and a nice colour. i also like peaches coz they're kinda roundish, sweet but not as sweet as plums, juicy, are a nice colour, have the uncanny ability to look like bums and are mildly furry. so peaches're like beige-coloured hairy bum bums. anyway. yesterday night's cleo bachelor's bash at zouk was alright. i had fun mocking the bachelors tho. i went with Amanda, Sara DJ, Sidney tinks, Diana, Shuping and Gerrard. i also saw the girl who calls herself Xiaxue and owns an immensely popular blog and is also one of those Dream D8s thingy. no offence, but she is SERIOUSLY bloody short. i think she was wearing heels and she was still wayy shorter than me.. and i htink that puts her at abt 1.4+m.. ouchh! anyway. at zouk.. there was this one bachelor, his name's faizad/faizal/haizad(im not sure), he's a nurse(errrmmm..), and the boy can REALLY sing. he won The Most Suave Bachelor award. unfortunately, he pronounced it as suah-vey. not suave, but suah-vey. how embarrassing. thats just sad, man. its like being unable to pronounce yer own name, yo. most of the bachelors didnt have much personality, or they werent too good-looking, or their bodies were buffed enough, or smth. there was this one dude who won an award for.. smth.. i cant remember, he was so forgettable. the emcees asked him to do smth to show that he deserved that award, and he just stood there. he didnt know wht to do. and for a few rare moments, the entire zouk was silent. no music was playing, the crowd was quiet, and the emcees werent saying anything. everyone was waiting for the bachelor to do smth, anything. but he just stood there, lousy bugger. so i yelled, "TAKE OFF YER PANTS!!!" and that was cool, everybody heard it, they laughed, some cheered, and the emcees goaded the dude to take off his pants. the wuss didnt take off his pants, he just stood there some more looking at his ugly feet, what a bloody bore. BORINGGGG. its not like i wanna see his ass, its just to see if he deserved that award or not. ding ding.. and NO HE DIDNT!! no personality, no guts, no looks. boo! anyway. the fella who won the cleo bachelor award deserved it. granted, he doesnt seem that good-looking at first glance, but his face grows on you(i think..umm..). his body's good, he's actually funny and he's go a pretty decent personality, and he was fun. he's a teacher, can you believe it? his students were there at zouk last night rooting for him. i heard from Sara DJ that he's gay, tho. hmm. who knows. still, he desereved the award. after all, they didnt say cleo heterosexual bachelor award, did they? anyway. i had work today, man i was tired. quite alotta customers today. and after the customers left, we had lunch at FOTT. we had luncheon meat, pork, pineapple tumeric rice and.. CHILLI CRABS!! im a messy eater, i cant break open the shells properly with the.. shell-breaker-pincer thingy.. anyhow.. t'was good.. i guess t'was especially good coz everything was free. i was so full i thought i was gonna barf my guts out. but of course i didnt, thats too unglam, ynoe ynoe. i like working at FOTT. did i mention that tall Eric didnt come in today? definitely a good day today y'all. after work i had to go to yishun to collect my ezlink card.. never mind that, boring shite.. and i bought hoop earrings, perfume and undies!! im just tryna buy everything on my list, ynoe ynoe. i made a list of stuff i wanted to buy a long time ago, and from time to time i add or delete stuff. i mainly add stuff to the list. well, wasnt THAT unexpected?.. but when im feeling frugal(if ever), i delete stuff like, ohh i dont know, biker jacket, or smth. just kiddin, i never did want a biker jacket. but it'd be pretty nifty, eh?? *harx* damn im beat. well, just my legs're beat, actually. been standing all day. im just gonna stay home today and slack.. watch Survivor.. watch RESIDENT EVIL!!!!!!!!! i love Milla Jojovich. man she's hot. i wish i looked like her. goddamn. Milla Jojovich + funky bloody monsters = resident evil =bloody awesome. and i'll be meeting Tim tmr to collecct my purse.. the purse that i thought had been lost but has now been found.. in Tim's car. i shall once again be reunited with my lil purse.. the world is mine to hold.. anyways, i need to go and check out mobile phones online now.. i need one.. desperately.. bloody fuckk.. well, have a nice day maties. yarr! ho ho ho and a bottle of rum!! toodles.
spat vitriol @ 8:06 PM
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Thursday, March 18, 2004 oh my god. since i typed the last entry, i've been on friendster, and i only just got off. and t'wasnt even coz i WANTED to get off, t'was coz i'd reached the quota of friend requests. my collection of people simply begs to be expanded. i was also gleefully reading, and okayy already i admit it, counting testimonials.. finding new people to add to my collection.. ynoe, that kinda thing. [i was quite tempted to use the word 'crap' instead of 'thing', but then i realised it would mean that i'd have admitted to the world that i'd just spent 1 hour and 45 mins on 'crap'. 'thing' it is, then.] oh my god. im a geek.. a GEEK!! *horror!* oh. my. god. and t'was quite long overdue, and i realise that it seems quite.. juvenile and.. stuff.. but i altered my relationship status, as well. i know i know!! its not important, its only friendster after all, nobody bloody cares abt yer relationship status cept for the creeps who try to make friends with you thru the friend of their friend of their friend of their friend of their friend of their friend by putting on the facade of having an actual interest in the books you read/music you listen to/telly shows you watch/sports you play, hit on you, and then proceed to ask you out so that they can demand illicit sexual favours in some dank, dark and deserted back alley.. just hypothetically speaking, of course. so what was i saying? so yea, nobody really cares much for yer relationship status cept for the creeps(dont get me started) but i thought tat i'd, well, make it clear anyway. ynoe. yeahh. oh my. saying all that abt creeps just reminded me.. i saw Cecil at far east today while i was with Sara Dj and Sidney tinks. i had this momentary eye contact with him, and trust me, i didnt wanna. i was wearing my cap so i just ignored him and broke off eye contact, looked down and continued walking. likewise, he feigned ignorance as well, which was very fine with me. wow. that lil mini-encounter just like, made my day, ynoe. i'd forgotten all abt it til i started talking abt creeps.. funny, this word association, is it not? so anyways. these past 2 or 3 weeks have been kinda shitty. so much has been happening and none if it is pretty. i swear, if i didnt have ADHD and was so easily distracted and forgot stuff so rapidly, i would be really pissed off.. also worried and upset. but wadever. [note to self: all this has got nothing to do with Donovan coz, well, he didnt do anything. it is other people.. annoying people.. *raarrrggghhhh*] see?? ADHD minus ritalin equals to easy-going nature(sometimes), good memories and the capability to let shite(shite refers to things that have happened, and also the people that made it all happen.. call em INSTIGATORS, if you will) go and move on. thank you God for giving me ADHD. listening to: Ray Of Light by Madonna.
spat vitriol @ 6:13 AM
xxx i took my ritalin and laxaprose(i'll check the spelling next time) for the first time today before i went to work. im sposed to take it after food, but all i had was milo in the morning before i went to work. i dont know if t'was coz i hadnt been having enough sleep the past few days or whether t'was coza the medication, but i couldnt stop yawning. i drank 2 and a 1/2 cups of coffee in 2 hours and i stopped yawning, but i still fept pretty damn tired. deadish, ynoe. i was slouching around everywhere.. very unglam. i also felt a tad nauseous, and i suspect that its coz i hadnt eaten anythin before i took my medication. my appetite was also greatly reduced, but once again, im not sure if its coza the med or coz i was just too darn tired. i hope that the nausea is just a passing phase and that my body will get accustomed to me taking my med before eating food.(i dont have much of an appetite in the morning most times) i REALLY hope that i wont feel pukey whenever i take my med on an empty stomach. so yeahh.. i only ate a teensy weensy bit of food at lunch today at FOTT. i asked Jason for only a lil bit of rice, so as a joke, he only gave me this absolutely puny portion of rice. but i took it anyway, and with the food, i ended up feeling quite full.. normally, i'd eat thrice that amount. heyy, this is good news, right? i mean, its good news, right, of COURSE its good news. coz i'll lose weight this way. anyways. i met Sara DJ, Diana, Sidney tinks, Shuping and Gerrard(if thats how ya spell it) today after work. i was frickin tired, but i still went anyway. didnt do much, i was just pretty much bored and tired. t'wasnt the company, t'was just me la. bored & tired lil ol me. i headed home pretty early, and since then i've 1)watched AMI3, played shitloads of tetris on the GD88(i'd forgotten just how damn addictive it can get), and plan what to do with my hair. abt AMI3, im rooting for Jasmine and Fantasia. wadever. abt tetris, i cant stop playing it. i dont even sms when im at work at work, instead i play tetris. and on the bus, and on the train, and when im walking home, and at home, and before i go to bed. coz the GD99's batt doesnt last for very long, i switch it off, and only turn it on to send the rare sms. but mainly i use up the phone's batt playing tetris. im tryna beat my own high scores. i so COMPLETELY rule. but i mean, seriously, wtf. a phone is for sending msgs and emailing and making calls, not fucking playing tetris!! im a nerd. just like.. S_ra D_ and S_dne_ ti_k_!(this is wheeeeeeeee_e_eeel of fortune, ladieez and gents!! step right up, step right up!) we're a clan now, pals, ol buddies. but tetris is damn ol skool, its damn funky man. tetris was one of my first more 'advanced' hand-held computer games, cept back then they caleed it the BRICK GAME. how ol skool is that man?!?! anyway. abt my hair. i really wanna do smth with it. im pissy bored with it, i need a change. also coz its getting disgustingly unruly. *urghh* so i was thinking, i either make it wavey, or i rebond it. i was all for getting my hair all wavey, it'd be so funky and shit, ynoe. but at the end of it all, i decided not to wave out my hair, simply coz i want as fuss-free hair as possible, and i dont wanna havta spend time tryna untangling my hair, or carefully combing out the knots so my wavey hair doesnt get damaged and also doesnt look too messy, lest i end up looking like a wild jungle woman. *ayyyiiiieeeeaaaaiiiiyyyeee!!* also coz Sara DJ cant imagine me with wavey hair, and to be quite honest, neither can i.(without imagining myself as some wild jungle woman, that is) so there. i shall just rebond it. do what i've always done *sighh.. borinngggggggg, maddie* coz its familiar territory and i know what to do with rebonded hair. its my forte, yo. and after i've rebonded it, if i still want a change(tho i doubt i will), mebbe i can get a different haircut. or smth. wadever rocks my boat la, ynoe. so yea, there i was just now, lying in bed, tryna imagine myself with wavey hair, or rebonded hair, centre parting or side parting, with or without a fringe, long fringe, short fringe, slanting fringe, fringe above my eyebrows or fringe in my eyes, chinadoll fringe or part fringe.. as you can see, fringe had alot to do with my sleeplessness. ynoe what would be ironic? if i dont get a fringe at all. ha. i was so restless, i got up to type this entry. i wasnt gonna be falling asleep soon anyway. t'was either come online, or play tetris. and frankly, the nerd in me has just gotta give it a rest, yea. man. my doctor appointment's at 11.25am and im still here. shite. and then there's that cleo bachelor thang at zouk tmr, oh sorry, i meant later tonight at zouk. im not gonna be staying over at Sara's anymore, we're both intending to leave by 11pm and take public transport home. we arent drinking anyway. *harx* and we all know why, dont we?? *snigger* so yea.. the cleo thingy'll be boring as hell, i know it, and besides they're playing house at phuture. no r&b. thats what Sara says, anyway, and i hope she's right. this is called hair distress. how? HOW? should i cut a fringe?! but i should wait la hor.. rebond first then talk right.. i also cannot visualise it now lor.. donnoe wad i will look like with a rebonded fringe also.. aiyoh.. jialat sia.. *shudder* so hello. i am back in Proper English Land. it is a very exclusive place, and only people with a natural flair for the language may enter. like MOI, as you can see. *snorx* anyways, i shall hopefully be getting my new mobile soon. even tho i personally dont like sony ericsson, i think they're actually not very user friendly and have rather limited functions, i might get the camera phone.. the original blockish camera one.. never mind, i cant remember the exact model. we'll see how it all goes. as i was telling Donovan, im not too happy or excited abt getting a new phone coz 1)i want a camera phone 2)but good quality camera phones're bloody expensive and im on a budget 3)hence i can only afford a mediocre camera phone with lousy resolution or 4)a good, functionable, fashionable, non-camera colour phone.. that i dont want. this blows. this completely blows. as i was telling Shuping&co this afternoon, i want the Samsung E700, but i'll havta save for 2 months and not spend on a single thing before i can get it. which, frankly, doesnt make much bloody sense. coz i actually have a life that doesnt revolve around a bloody stupid camera phone(but is oh-so-gorgeous) and i wanna buy clothes and undies and shoes and bags and makeup and accessories and.. well, y'get what i mean. looks like i'll havta settle for a lesser mobile than i would like this weekend. settle for a LOT lesser of a mobile. *grumble mutter bitch bitch bitch* listening to: Build A Bridge by Limp Bizkit.
spat vitriol @ 4:14 AM
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Wednesday, March 17, 2004 i was up til 4am talking to Sara DJ and everything so i only had 3 hours of sleep last night coz i had to wake up for work this morning.. we gabble too much for our own good, right, Sara darlin? thankfully there werent many customers today so i could afford to slack.. but it gets really boring when nobody's in, there's nothing else to do but mooch around and arrange the cutlery. i get such a kick outta THAT ynoe. anyways, i got my cheque today! i like money. tall Eric's entering FOTT in a culinary competition. i mean, okayy, wadever. so yea. weird thing is, tall Eric asked me if i wanted to be a bartender as short Eric was writing out my cheque. so the conversation went smth like this: me(skipping on the spot next to short Eric): i like money! i like money! i like money!tall Eric(sitting at one of the tables): mad, come here. me(really wanting to hold the cheque in my hands): wait la. i like money! i like money! tall Eric: come la. short Eric: go over la. me(wistfully looking at the cheque still half-filled in short Eric's small hands): okayy. i go over, sit down at the table with tall Eric and Dave. me: wassup? tall Eric: mad ah, would you like to be a bartender? me: if you like all yer bottles broken la. tall Eric: no really. i think you have the seh. anyway you dont have to do all that bottle flipping thing, only make the drinks. me: is this for the culinary competition? tall Eric: yes. me(thinking for a short moment): will i get paid more? (smile sweetly) tall Eric(in a booming generous voice): of COURSE. me: okay. and you really need a bartender? tall Eric: yes, we need a chef, a bartender, and a waitress. (maybe he said other pple, i dont know, i kinda tuned out) me: okay. no problem. so basically, if all goes as planned(or wadever), im their bartender for the competition. i dont know where they're gonna send me for the training, as i've got none whatsoever. my concoction for even vodka lime's a tad shaky. *harx* but yea, anyways, its quite cool la. i spose. apparantly i dont have alotta time to learn.. well, wadever. i'll do my best. and they're paying me more *apparantly* so thats good, too. anyhow. im meeting Sara DJ&co tmr after work.. not too sure who'll be going, not too sure what we're gonna be doing. but then again, whats new, eh? and Sara, Amanda, Sidney tinks and i are going for the cleo bachelor thang at zouk on thursday. i think its all quite imbecilic, really, the fellas arent even good-looking but they think they're. psssh. the only reason im going is coz its free, Sidney used her CONNECTIONS to get us those tix. after that i think im bunking at Sara's place. anyways. as i lay in bed last night before i fell asleep, the phrase "it happens to the best of us" popped into my head. i dont know why, but it did. my mind works in mysterious ways, yea, i know. so i decided to analyse it, and try to work out why this phrase, of all cliched phrases, should choose to stumble across my mind. and the mor i thought abt it, the more i decided that i actually quite liked the phrase. y'see, "it happens to the best of us" instills hope into us. it tells us that, even tho we suck, it doesnt matter, even the most amazing and beautiful people suck too!! shit happens to everybody! its all okay! call me presumptuous, but im assuming here that when they say "the best of us", they mean those who're physically aesthetically attractive and/or have got the most birlliant brains around. so yeahh. before you fuck yerself up for being a loser/failure/jackass/wadever, think twice, honey. coz, as they say, "it happens to the best of us"!! isnt that just bloody brilliant?? oh and i really am gonna get myself a spanking new mobile anytime within these two weeks. my samsung screws up, and i cant use Tim's phone forever, so im gonna havta get myself another mobile. this weekend, i'll try to check out the M1 deals and promos. i shall cash my cheque tmr. i would like to spend my money. soon.
spat vitriol @ 12:17 AM
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Monday, March 15, 2004 lemme fill you in on what happened over the weekend. on saturday afternoon t'was a lil surprise thingy for Diana's bday at sakae sushi. there was Sara DJ, Sidney tinks, Shuping, Haugeng erge and Jeremy. i was, naturally, bloody late, and missed the linch, opening of presents, and cutting of the cake. i even missed the EATING of the cake, thats how late i was. i told em not to leave any came for me, anyway. so yeahh. after that the whole bunch of us sat at the mc cafe, smoking away, chillin out. i bumped into Phin as i was buying fags. i bought a pack of ciggies that i intended for Sara DJ, Diana and and Sidney tinks coz they always used to gimme free fags, and since i was sposedly cutting down i thought it'd be alright. turns out i didnt cut down, instead i puffed away like HELL, and yea i was chain-smoking.. damn.. i really shouldnt buy a pack anymore in the future. and guess what? in the end, Sara DJ, Sidney tinks and Diana bought their own packs. i took pics using Tim's borrowed GD88, and the resolution was great. i got Jeremy to take a pic of us ladieez, and i took a pic of Sid and i kissing. funky. Dononvan and Lionel met us there, and i passed him some stuff i'd bought for him. i hope that he likes the pressies. then he, Lionel and Haugeng went to another table nearby to talk their.. mantalk.. i dont know. anyway. Sara, Jeremy and i left em at abt 7pm. Amanda joined us, and on the train, jeremy and i were speaking gaytalk. well, only Jeremy, really. the train was crowded, and i wanted to see how far Jeremy would go. i started off by asking him loudly if he had brought his thong for the stripshow later. from then on t'was me taking digs at him, and him taking digs at me.. cant really remember what we said, but it had ass, thongs, and other gay males in it. we metSidney at cityhall, and and then we walked around raffles place. i bought a hot pink racerback top and a black tube from mago. Tim picked us up from raffles hotel, and then we headed to the ritz. Rama joined us there. t'was a deluxe room, and the entire room was excellent. huge room, huge bed, huge toilet.. the facilities were great, too. Donovan surprised me by coming down to the ritz to meet me. we were all up in the room, and i didnt know what he was downstairs in the lobby for abt 20mins. we were msging each other, and he asked if i wanted him to drop by. of course i did! so i called him, and he was already downstairs. i was kinda shocked, i thought he was still with his mates. so i hurried down to meet him, and we walked around marina square til abt 12am, and then he sent me back to the ritz while he headed home. i thought t'was kinda sweet of him to pop by, really. when i headed back up, we all chilled out.. the guys watched soccer til Rama left.. we took turns wearing the bathrobes.. we watched the telly.. ate apples(they had a plateful out there in the lift lobby of every floor for the guests).. blasted the music.. we took long baths(not together, of course).. we drank(not alot, only kahlua).. we turned off the lights and danced to r&b cds.. t'was a pretty cool night. Tim and i pillow fought. he threw a pillow at me first, and i started whacking him. he got HIS pillow, and then we started pummelling each other. i've pillow fought with Chai & co before too, and pillow-fighting with Tim was like pillow-fighting Sundeep. they both use their height to their advantage and use their pillows to hit my head coz they're so tall and im so short. but its okay, i deal low blows. or if all else fails, i punch em. i punched Tim a few times too.. i hope it didnt hurt too bad, he looked like he was in a bit of pain. okayy, well, a LOT of pain. *chuckle* my left shoulder hurts, dont know if its coz we pillow fought. i think not, coz im so invincible and stuff, hoho. Amanda and Rama left for home at abt 1am, Jeremy and Sidney went to walk around the hotel, and Sara and Tim went to bed. the lights were all of cept the lights in the bathroom, and they were playing volume 6 of cafe del mar on the cd player.. so i went to take my bath, and after that i had a good long soak in the bathtub, bathsalts included. it felt sooo good. even tho Tim and Sara were outside in the room, i felt so blissfully alone in the tub. i msged Donovan while i was soaking, everything was just great. i dipped a bit of the samsung phone into the water tho so now it doesnt work too good.. oops. they even had this real comfy head cushion stuck on the tub for you to lay yer head on. and right next to the tub was a huge hexagonal window, and out there you could see all the tall buildings in the cbd district, and the boats, and on the left the highway, with all those lil cars whizzing up and down it. t'was beautiful. i loved it all. as i was in the tub, i was telling myself that mebbe on my bday i might just book myself a room here for myself coz it felt so darn exquisite. its just that feeling of feeling so damn comfortable where y'are, and being so secure of the feeling of being alone coz you dont havta talk to anybody, and nobdy's gonna talk to you, and you dont havta deal or put up with anything. and just being so alone, its a great feeling, lemme tell ya. then Jeremy and Sidney came back, and Sid came into the bathroom by accident(i'd lock the doors if i could, but the bathroom doors cant be locked, they just swing in and out). i heard her ask Sara where i was, and i yelled, "im SOAKING!" but she heard, "im SMOKING!" so she came in.. aiyoyo. luckily i anticipated her coming in so i was crossing my arms over my breasts and i crossed my legs so she'd see as lil as my pubes as possible. when she walked in she went, 'OHH!" and then she hurriedly scurried back out. hawhawhaww!! anyways. we all wenta bed, and Sara, Sidney and i couldnt stop giggling. i dont know what we were giggling abt, or laughing abt. one of us would laugh, and the rest of us would soon follow suit. we're blinkin retards, i swear. but DAMN fun blinkin retards, might i add. here're some of the sleeping habits of my friends. +Sara DJ sleeps in any position but the position of lying on her back. and apparantly lying on yer back is the most desirable position to sleep in if you want normal blood pressure. or so i've watched on the telly. +Tim snores. it is loud as thunder. the poor boy's got a sinus problem. but i could sleep with it after getting used to it so it alright la. +Jeremy grinds his teeth. like me!. he's got teeth guard, but we both didnt bring em. he says that only special people grind their teeth, and it means that he and i are special. i agree!! +Sidney.. she's a peaceful one. i wouldnt know, actually. the bed was a lil too squashy for Sara, Tim, Sid AND me, so she grabbed a pillow and slept on the floor with a bathrobe for a blanket. she just.. lies there.. and doesnt make a sound.. i'd sleep with her ANYday. *harx* i woke up alotta times tho, and when i woke up at abt 7am in the morning, i switched on the GD88 to take pictures from the hexagonal window in the bathroom. i took em in negative and sepia form, the normal mode didnt do wonders for the pics, see. i also felt like eating breakfast, but nobody was awake to eat it with me. i wanted scrambled eggs. and after taking a few pics, i slept a few more hours, and then Tim and i went to eat at.. i dont know where we went to eat, actually. the food was.. unique. Tim and i didnt know what we were eating sometimes, but the food was good, so why complain right? we talked, and then we went back to the room. Sara left, leaving just the four of us behind. we started packing, and then i realised that my frickin purse was missing. i was distressed! i wanted to buy more stuff at mango that day! *sniff* so i was kinda annoyed la, ynoe. on the brighter side tho, i was wearing my new hot pink mango top, my barbie pink nails matched my top, and i wore the purple orchid from the fruit bowl in the room in my hair so i felt.. well, kinda pretty. *harx* Donovan said that i wasnt in hawaii heh. ha-waaaa-iiiiiiii.. think the hawaiian chick in the american idol.. no, not one of the finalists, the one who gave the judges the shirt saying "BIG GIRLS ROCK". wow. she was awesome. she even wrote a song abt em. anyways, in order to find my purse, we turned the room upside down, searched everywhere.. couldnt find the small damn thing. Tim left a msg with ritz, asking em to call either him or me if they found it. they didnt call. i was with Jeremy and Sidney, and we went to raffles place, and i went to mango to ask em if they had my wallet. they didnt.. so i left my name and contact number with em in case they found it. and guess WHAT?! i was just talking to Amanda, and both of us were tryna recall where i could've left my purse. and on a hunch, i decided to call Tim and ask him if my purse might be in his car and.. IT WAS!! MY BLOODY PURSE WAS IN TIM'S CAR!!!! i swear to god, i was ecstatic. i was laughing like an idiot, and i told him i was gonna start hyperventilating *coughcough* soon. anyway, thing is, he's gotta be in camp for the next 4 days, so he can only pass it to me after that. i told him, el no problemo dude. so soon, im gonna get me ezlink card, and library card, and money, and purse that Ailin darlin gave to me. woo fuckin hooooo!! anyway. i met Donovan on sunday after leaving Sidney and Jeremy(Tim went home), and we went to watch Butterfly Effect. and we ate alot. sushi, and then we went to marche's i should stop eating so much, really. and today, i did nothing. i shall be working tmr, tho. im sucha productive member of society, i cant stand it. ee. gotta go grin at the thought that my purse has been found. toodles, my tootsies. listening to: Good Love by Basement Jaxx.
spat vitriol @ 9:50 PM
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Saturday, March 13, 2004 i love it when people copy or imitate me or the things i do. i feel so gosh-darn important. well, actually, i was joking. i hate it. it offends me. i dont like it that i feel offended, and i dont like it that when it happens, i despise the people who do it. granted, it doesnt happen very often. im no madonna or britney or wacko jacko(i reckon i come the closest to him, if anybody else. hoho) after all. but anyways, like i was saying, this copying doesnt happen very often, and for that im grateful. and please, dont take me wrongly, im not being overly egotistical here or anything, its just the principle/s behind it all. "what ARE the principles, anyway, you ego fuck?" you ask me, arms akimbo/crossed over yer skinny chest. i shall answer, because "DAMMIT!! dont copy me, you fucker!! get a fuckin life!!" just sounds too childishly peevish. and im not peevish. harrumph. the principles are: 1)copying and plagiarising is just WRONG. why? coz you aint original to come up with yer own shit, you cant produce the goods, so you copy off others. i'll sound cliched, but seriously, how 'completely unoriginal'. 2)if yer young, and you seek to copy off others to form yer own sense of style and character, fine. yer young, naive, immature, unable to think for yerself yet. but if yer older, in yer late teens(or possibly even older than THAT), i'd think that you'd be more mature, seek not to continue copying off others works, or personality, coz yer real comfy with who you are, you KNOW who y'are, for that matter, and copying off other just dont feel right coz it means that you cant even think for yerself. as they say, necssity is the mother of invention, and if you think smth looks real cool(or wadever), up it a notch, twist it, and then you can call it yer own. make it YOUR style, ynoe? at least bother to be innovative, yo. dont be a lazyass mf'er. 3)people might've spent lotsa time and effort producing all that original stuff, and then you just come along and kope it. some stuff might not be a huge deal, but of course some others might. and in one fell swoop, you just take the damn thing and call it yer own. thats being really inconsiderate, you arsewipe. you gotta respect other people's property. and should you choose not to, at least offer some form of payment for the.. what shall i call it.. 'exchange of ideas'. money's always good. mmm. i could eat it, but only after proper disinfecting and sanitation have taken place, of course. so anyway. if you wanna directly copy off someone else, at least do it in a way such that the person would never ever see it, ynoe? be discreet, at least. thats just being smart and polite. smart, coz 1)you never know, you might get sued 2)you never know if yer gonna need/want to copy off the person again 3)you wanna SEEm original, so you cant let the peoson know you copied off him/her as the person's gonna announce to the entire universe that yer a mindless fuck for not having yer own brain. polite, coz yer being considerate of the other person's feelings. i reckon being smart is a lot more of a motivational factor to copy discreetly off a person, huh. but heyy, you can copy all you want, but in the end, you still aint gonna be able to tap into this absolutely BRILLIANT MIND of mine, and in the end i'll still rawwwkkk everybody's socks off, and you'll just be a lousy, miserable, copying loser. hooha!! take that, punk!! anyway. Chai and co are all heading down to m'sia later today. sighh. i wish a lil that i was going with em. i told Chai to buy me loads of gum already. bubblegum, chewing gum.. i just hope that he 1)has enough cash to buy it all and 2)he remembers to buy it all. oh yes. have i ever mentioned that i like ball bearings? yes, i do like ball bearings. not big ones, not even the normal sized ones. i like the really really itsy bitsy ones. so small that they're like, twice the size of a grain of rice. they're so frickin small you gotta hold onto em real tight or they'll roll right out from between yer fingers, fall onto the floor and mysteriously disappear. actually they're just so small that they can roll away to just abt anywhere and you'll never find em til year later when you move outta yer house. so. i like em tiny tiny ball bearings. for two good reasons. good reason 1)they're really small and adorable. good reason 2)they're round, and i like round things. also, tiny balll bearings are metallic and seemingly perfect, coz you cant see scratches on em, they're too damn miniscule. and so amazingly round. wow. i could lookit a tiny ball bearing the entire day. ynoe what im thinking of now? a HUGEass glass bottle, full of those mini ball bearings. i think more than a thousand of those ball bearing would fit. wow. it'd be incredible. wow. im not even being sarcastic. i mean it. wow. anyhow. my eriod's coming, and im feeling bloated. bloody fantastic, dammit. i also happen to want perkier tits, but thats not anything the appearance or disappearance of my period can rectify, only the appearance of a good plastic surgeon. next time you see me, tell me if i need that plastic surgeon, yea. thank you muchly. listening to: Hey Ya by Outkast. man i still love this song to BITS. shake it, sh, shake it like a polaroid pictureeeee!
spat vitriol @ 1:32 AM
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Thursday, March 11, 2004 last night was a really incredible night. quite amazing. i hope that i'll never forget the events that occurred. so anyways. i went to phuture last night with Sara DJ, Sidney tinks, Jeremy and Tim. the entire night was a complete waste of time. i didnt get high, i didnt dance much. luckily t'was ladieez night or i would've kicked myself in the head.(not that im that flexible, anyway) the only really good bit was that Donovan came down last night, even tho he doesnt much like clubbing. i like to think that he came down coza me. *chuckle* i think he did. hooha! anyways. i only got 4 hours of sleep last night, and i had to wake up to get some important stuff done.. im shagged, dudes. its sorta a good thing its raining, coz i was sposed to act in Rishi's video(imd project) later this evening. they're gonna film their video at changi beach and all. and yea, its evil of me to be thankful that its raining so that him and his group can do their filming today, but i wanna do a good job for them and i just dont think that i can cut it today. i'd do a pretty lousy job and then everybody wont be happy. better it rains today and their filming gets a lil delayed, then i screw up and the standard of their video gets compromised. rough plans for the next few days. friday: tanning at sentosa with Sara DJ and sidney tinks. i seriously doubt that we'll be able to go tanning, its been raining like hell the past few days and even if it doesnt rain, its all cloudy. saturday: cycling with the girls, and lunch, to sorta celebrate Diana's bday. her bday's tmr!! HAPPY B'DAY TO DIANAAAAAAAAA!!!!! in the evening she's going to another party, and the rest of us girls are heading over to Tim's room at the Ritz. sunday: out with Donovan Eu, y'all. whoo. sleep-deprved, i am. g'night.
spat vitriol @ 3:10 PM
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Wednesday, March 10, 2004 i didnt have work yesterday, so i went out with Sara DJ, Amanda, Sidney tinks, Jeremy, El paulo, Ivan smooshy marshmallow, Benedict and Gerald policeman. i gotta say, it wasnt a pretty sight the way things have turned out. urgh. anyways. i got back, and i did the laundry for the first time in my entire life. the very FIRST TIME IN MHY ENTIRE LIFE. im so proud of myself. of course, i couldnt have done it without my gorgeous washing machine. wash, tumble, and dry. *chingching!!* it was inevitable, i had to do it.(the washing, i mean) somebody had to do it, and i was the only somebody around. if not, then who, then gerbs? so yea. then i talked to Sara DJ when she got back, yakked yakked yakked, and then of course i had to completely forget that i did washing. so i made her call my mobile, and we talked as i hung up the laudry. after i was done with the laundry, i made her call my house, and we gabbled til abt 5am. i think. t'was late, anyways. so. i had work today. wadever. boring day. plus i was tired. good thing Gek Puay was there, it eased the pain. i gotta clarify some stuff with her, too. we both were scheduled to finish work at 4pm, and around 3+ we were at the killiney kopitiam nearby eating french toast when Tim called me. and who should pop up at the same time at killiney but.. *drum roll*.. TIM!! Gek Puay and i were fucking surprised to see him man, seriously. i didnt expect him to actually visit us here at FOTT. he didnt even tell me that he was gonna pop by. he went down to FOTT but we werent there, so he just went walking around looking for us. but yea, anyhow, he sent Gek Puay to peninsular plaza where she was sposed to meet El Paulo and whoever, and Tim sent me back. and im going clubbing tonight with Sara DJ and Sidney tinks. we're gonna be with weihong and some other people for awhile, and i think Tim and Nabil're gonna join us. Weihong's getting his pay and he's buying 10 jugs. whoah. i dont think i'd feel too good sponging drinks off him la ynoe so yea, i doubt i will. it'll be good to hang out with him again tho, really. this entry's turning out to be quite itinerary-like, and not exactly interesting, but please dont blame me. 1)im lacking sleep(4+ hours of sleep practically equals to no sleep) and 2)im reading the Glamour mag i koped from Lips last night when i was with the girls.. Sara took her very own copy of Allure, too.(so do i) hell, its 7am. i've missed Becker on the telly, i gotta bathe and get ready for later, i need to check my smses, and i wanna finish my Glamour mag.(its mine NOW) so, bye bye for now.
spat vitriol @ 6:56 PM
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Tuesday, March 09, 2004 it is tuesday morning. it is 4am. i just got off the phone with Sara DJ. i did not know that she was uncontactable for 2 weeks coz she had tonsilitis. as in, really had tonsilitis. i thought she was kidding before. guess she wasnt. poor girl had to be hospitalised. tut tut. i hope that you wont have tonsilitis again, Sara dearie. dont kiss me k, i dont wanna get tonsilitis also. anyways.its been an incredibly rainy today. t'was like the rain gods just couldnt stop pissing on our miserable lil island the entire day. my socks got soaked, my shoes got soaked(and got all squelchy), the bottom half of my jeans got soaked, my umbrella was a lil leaky and didnt serve the purpose of keeping the rain off my head coz the rain was coming in thru the damn thing.. but all in all, i was still pretty comfortable. all this happened on my way to work. and on my way home from work. it rained the entire day, but then again i bet all of you knew that. the good thing is that today was a cool rainy day. y'see, ynoe how there're some days when it rains and its all humid and steamy and you just feel all icky?? well, t'wasnt one of those days coz most of my body was pretty much dry, i had an umbrella, i was wearing my jacket, and i felt.. comfortable. dont know what im saying.. lacking some sleep.. i worked 8 straight hours today, from 12pm to 8pm. do da math, yo. i shouldnt be feeling proud of myself, seriously, coz its really damn slack at FOTT. plus t'was raining the whole of today so there werent alotta customers. i played tetris on my(well, actually, Tim's) phone, i walked around alot, i did some data entry for my boss and then played solitaire AND pinball on my boss's laptop.. sounds obscene, somehow. playing solitaire and pinball on my boss's laptop.. ynoe.. laptop, lap top.. urks. and coz the rain was so damn heavy, the drains got flooded and FOTT's toilet and drain behind the counter got flooded. never mind that and the cleanup following the flooding, but the thing is, the heavy rain flooded out the rats. no worries, no rats at FOTT, but they were like, outside. as in, the rats were escaping thru the drains outside. there was even a squashed rat on the road. Jason told Abigail who told me that t;was a squashed rat. i didnt believe her, coz from where i stood outside FOTT, the squashed rat looked like a squid. with the tentacles and all. so even tho t'was drizzling, i went out to inspect it when tehre were no cars so i wouldnt get knocked down and squashed up. and yeahh, t'was a rat. cept that what i mistook for tentacles were its intestines. yummy. i had to tilt my head and lookit the squashed rat from diffrent angles coz it didnt look too much like a rat.. ynoe.. t'was like, Picasso's artwork, man. far out. and right outside FOTT was this tiny baby rat, all drenched. it just lay outside, shivering away, not moving. Jason(one of the chefs) and i looked at it a long time. i wanted to pick it up, but i knew the baby rat was a filthy lil thingy. but t'was so adorable. i decided in my head that i'd name it Tootsie. it didnt move, so i blew on it. it still didnt move, just lay there rolling its tiny head abt and shivering away like a coke addict. jason blew on it too. can you imagine how weird we looked?? squatting outside FOTT, obstructing the narrow walkway, blowing on a wet baby rat. glamorous. Jason wanted to cook Tootsie. put it in a pot of boiling water, he said. he was kidding.. i hope. then he wanted to stomp on it and put the bedraggled lil thing outta its misery when i realised and told him that Tootie's right hind leg had broken off. cruel to be kind and all that, ynoe. Tootsie's leg was hanging by a thread of skin.. thats why t'wasnt moving. hurt too much or smth, i guess. Jason was kidding abt stomping on it, but i still kinda yelled at him in alarm anyway. poor Tootsie. it later moved off into an open drain to hide, and soon afterwards t'was gone. i know coz i kept going out to check on it. i like Tootsie. rest in peace, Tootsie. the rain also flushed out a scorpion, and t'was outside FOTT, crawling on the wall of FOTT along the back alley. short Eric, Chef Leong(the other chef) and i were there. Chef Leong has got the nicest handwriting ever. i wanted to use my ezlink card to catch the scorpion, but i didnt have a bag. Chef Leong told me to get a plastic bag from the kitchen, he said that he'd catch it for me, but i was too lazy to get it. what was i gonna do with the scorpion once i caught it anyway? at least i could've played with Tootsie. i cant do anything with the scorpion cept provoking it. or killing it. never mind. i'll catch myself a scorpion some other day. anyways. Sara DJ and i were thinkin of tanning later today but we decided against it coz 1)we're sposed to meet Amanda 2)it'd probably rain anyways 3)i dont think we'd be able to get up so early anyway. so we're just gonna meet Amanda and whoever else in town afterwards. hopefully it doesnt rain.. dont like going to town when its all rainy coz its pertty restrctive, you cant go anywhere. by the way, Tata Young's song 'Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy' is on the radio now. its one of those songs you'd love to hate, and hate it you do. Donovan was singing the song on the radio on sunday night as he was sending me home even tho he doesnt know all the word.s yea, he LOVES the song to bits, yea, its his favourite song, it is. isnt it, my dear boy?? whooo!! sexy, naughty, bitchy Donovan!! oh yea, recap. i was out with Don on sat, we caught Acacia and Haunted Mansion. damn damn damn, i swear, korean horror flicks never fail to let me down. seriously. what a fuckin letdown. all the damn time, too. aint gonna watch a korean horror flick ever again unless its on vcd or dvd or smth. Ju-On.. Tale Of Two Sisters.. and now Acacia.. all bloody letdowns. JAPANESE HORROR FLICKS RULE THIS PLANET. american ones are alright sometimes, its just that most of the times you just know that its a movie. sure, you get freaked out, but you go home, forget abt it(easy for me witout ritalin), and move on. japanese horror flicks stick with you man.. whoooooo.. anyways. i stayed over at his place, and then on sunday we caught Runaway Jury. t'wasnt too bad a show. yeahh. no particular feelings towards it. i guess thats why if i had to choose, i'd watch either comedies or horror flicks, coz when you watch these movies, you actually feel smth, ynoe? yeah yeahh, ynoe ynoe.. ooh! i painted my nails pink, and then i painted a 2nd coat of fine glitter nail polish over it, and then i painted a 3rd coat of nude varnish over it, so its this pretty pink colour. well, its only an alright colour really, its just that i've done a pretty good job, if i do say so myself. and okay, it just looks like a pretty good job, but its really not that good a job coz i did it under the chandelier lights that were all yellow and not very bright.. but it seems good. when i went to FOTT this afternoon for work, Abigail said that my nails looked as if i went for a real proper manicure!! when i didnt! i did it myself! ohh, im so proud of myself, hoho. damn nails.. starting to chip.. bloody.. Chai called me just now, he asked me to go to malaysia on saturday. Eldon, janmeet, Priscilla, Glenn and Jan are going. i dont know if i should coz i dont exactly have alotta cash on me right now. [tho i know that if i asked nicely, or begged, Chai would pay for some stuff, or lend me some moolah, or both.] they're thinking of either just going on sunday, or going on sat, staying over at Jan's place at m'sia, and then spending the day there on sunday. im still thinking la really. Tim's got a room at the ritz and he invited a few of us to go down to chill. i gotta get back to Chai by tmr.. yarrgghh.. indecisions, indecisions.. wah lau. this is a seriously piss boring entry. i dont even know why im blogging, im even boring myself. oh yeahh, now i know why i aint sleeping yet.. im afraid to turn out the lights. the dark sucks. what lurks in the dark sucks more. i dont wanna think abt it anymore. i shall go away now and read webcomics to distract my easily distracted mind. hooha!! take that, you nasty ghosties!! pfft. and i dont know why, but i miss Donovan. i mean, i just saw him abt 30 hours ago. but i just miss him, i do.. been missing him for the past hour. i sound so codependent, i cant stand it.. but who cares! i miss him. i was really pissy with him over the weekend when i met him, too. upon reflection, i feel that i've been pretty unfair to him.. i was quite nasty to him, really. the boy's an absolut darling to put up with all my bullshit, he really is. i hope that i stop being all pissy. and soon. by the way, i like Blink 182's song "I Miss You". listening to: Pedestal by Portishead.
spat vitriol @ 4:49 AM
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Friday, March 05, 2004 hey y'all.. i know i know, i havent blogged in bloody ages. apologies, yo. BEST OF LUCK TO THOSE OF YOU TAKING YER A LEVEL RESULTS TODAY!!! tho seriously, by the time this entry is posted, you guys would've collected em already. well, heyy, its the thought that counts right? *grinz* i cant exactly remember what i did last week.. lets see what i can remember.. i went clubbing last wed at phuture with Ollie, Anz, Roxanne, Diana, Tim, Sunny and Nabil. Ollie was flying back to aussie on saturday y'see. anyways. yea. but before we wenta phuture, us 5 ladieez went to Cheeky Monkeys(i know, wtf) to get free drinks coz t'was ladieez night. i got like, yea, kinda high. and i saw Cecil along ms and i yelled out, "HI CECIL!!" and when we left coz Tim came to pick us all up, i yelled again, "BYE CECIL!!". he waved. it just amuses me to see that whole im-surprised-yer-actually-saying-hi-to-me-but-i'll-act-all-cool-coz-im-so-macho-yo expression on his face, ynoe. anyways. my lousy samsung phone got stolen from the back pocket of my skirt while i was at phuture. t'was so freakin packed i couldnt even feel it when my tua jia phone kena koped. so Tim lent me his samsung S300 that night, but i met him on friday to exchange phones(im currently using his panasonic GD88) again coz the S300 had his contacts and msgs and stuff.. its not nice to use a phone thats got other people's contacts and msgs and stuff in it.. yea so i went out with Donovan on friday and saturday. we watched Big Fish on friday, and Ruby And Quentin on saturday. RUBY AND QUENTIN RAWWWKKKSSS!!!! please. for yer own sake, watch Ruby And Quentin. its a french flick, and its, seriously, fucking funny. i love Jean Reno. he acted in Godzilla as well as part of the french investigating team. i went out with Amanda, Diana, El Paulo, Ivan smooshy marshmallow, Haugeng erge, Benedict and Bizhen on tuesday. Diana and i were working before that. we all watched Honey. its a boring movie. *blergh* and after that we went to potblack to play pool. there was some drama going on.. whoooo.. cant wait to see how that shit turns out. i met Tim on wed after work, and we played pool. i was disastrous playing with him coz the dude's got a damn pool table at home and obviously, he's gonna practise on it. i dont have a pool table in my home. hmph. so yea.. we caught Butterfly Effect too. i love the movie, i wouldnt mind catching it a 2nd time.. mebbe a 3rd. mmm!! WATCH BUTTERFLY EFFECT!!! lets see what else. i got back into tp.. yea.. got kinda booted out coz my grade point average wasnt up to par for 3 semesters so they kindly sent my ass outta the door. i appealed, and i got back in. hurrah. by the way, this was the really, REALLY bad thang that happened to me around december. go check the archives, the entry's around there somewhere. and i got a job to while away the time before i start my 2nd year *again* in tp in june.. or isit july.. anyways. the place im currently working at is called Food On The Table, and its a small restaurant & bar. thats what they call it anyway, all they serve is hoegarden and stella artois beer ooutta the taps, and wine. i'd drink beer on the job, but i'd get all red, and the bosses would know i drank on the job, and i'd get fired. and i want the money so i can buy my lil wants, so i cant drink on the job. mebbe sips.. yea. so. the place is newly-opened, and its at circular road, behind boat quay. no worries, it aint some sleazy joint, the decor of the place is actually pretty cool, and its a decent establishment. and FOTT(im gonna use this in place of Food On The Table, its just too damn cumbersome) has got 3 bosses: Eric Ng(short Eric), Eric Teo(tall Eric), and Dave(who's just Dave). short Eric and Dave are really really nice dudes. kind and funny. i like working with em. tall Eric, on the other hand, is pretty much a perv. he doesnt exactly does anything perv, but he says all kinds of perv stuff. he's a sexist male chauvinist pig, he's unfunny(cracks the unfunniest lame jokes possinble that i thought would be impossible), and i dont like working with him. my resolution is to talk as lil as possible to the arse. and this guy has had a girlfriend who's stuck thru his bullshit for the past seven years. thats more than a third of my life man. lemme tell you abt the kinds of pervy and male chauvinist pig-ish things tall Eric says. do note that when i type in the speech tall Eric says, he doesnt say it exactly like that, im not quoting him exactly.. his english is just too bad for me to remember exactly what he said coz its so grammatically wrong and all. *urgh* 1)Diana, Shirley(this other chick workin at FOTT but has since quit coz her 'a' results were coming out.) and i were spray-painting egg-trays black coz the bosses wanted to use em as a cheap alternative to soundproof the celing at FOTT. Shirley and i were wearing jeans while Diana was wearing a skirt. as we had to kinda squat to spray-paint the egg-trays, Diana said to tall Eric, "heyy im wearing a skirt." and tall eric said, "yah yah.. you better not do it, if not you spray-paint already will also spray-paint your panties black." like, wtf. this was Diana and my first day on the job, mind you. 2)the ceiling at FOTT is kinda high, and it looked lie even if you had a ladder, you wouldnt be able to reach the ceiling and stick up the egg-trays. one of us asked tall Eric, "how're we going to put up the egg-trays?" and he replied, "you all can stand on our shoulders.. thats what skirts are for!" and then he laughed. fucking funny, dipshit. 3)tall Eric was telling Diana abt how he thinks that s'poreans are overly dependent on maids.(how much dya wanna bet that he didnt use the exact words 'overly dependent on maids'?) and to use a fine example, he told Diana this, "ynoe when women have their periods? they cant have sex for a week right? so ynoe how s'poreans are so dependent on maids? if a woman has her period, can she ask the maid to help her change her pad also?" seriously dudes.. WHAT THE FLYING FUCK. its completely illogical, its stupid, its a lousy example(if it can even be called an example in the first place)and it can only come from the mouth of someone as uneducated and idiotic as him. its also bloody sexist, and he chose an inappropriate topic to use to illustrate his example. 4)so, continuing in the same conversation, Diana and tall eric continue talking. Diana isnt happy with what tall Eric said abt the maid changing a woman's pad when she's having her period to show the over-dependency s'poreans have on maids. Diana: so lets say that you and yer wife are working and y'all have 3 kids. there'll be no one to take care of the kids while the both of you are at work, then dont you need a maid then? tall eric: then i'll make sure that my wife doesnt work so that she can stay at home to look after the children. Diana: but even then, one person cant handle all 3 kids. tall Eric: then i wont have 3 children, i'll only have 1 child la. okayy.. this guy is such a mf'ing sexist pig, he doesnt care if his wife wants a career, he just wants her to quit her job and stay home to look after the kids? and seriously, what if the both of you want 3 kids, or by accident coz the birth control failed you end up with 3 kids, what then?? tall eric is a bloody moron. moron moron moron. 5)the both of us were talking, and he told me that i should '"take care of myself", and that the 2 worst things that could happen to me was if i 1)did drugs and 2)get pregnant. pretty much sound advice, right? he knows i've got a boyfriend. but then he continued, telling me that if i wanted, i could go to the 7-11 near FOTT, buy durex condoms, and charge it to the store's account. i didnt really know what to say, so i just laughed it off, even tho it wasnt really very funny at all. i told Donovan and my mom what tall Eric said. Don said that it sounded like tall Eric was making a cheap pass at me, which i doubted. but my mom said smth that made sense, she said that tall Eric was tryna use indirect means of finding out whether i had sex or not. there're alot more examples of his perviness. but let me proceed to tell you abt just, in general, how much of an idiot he is. he thinks that he's a very good businessman, with remarkable business sense. how i wish that were so. this man does not know how to carry himself, is terribly egotistical, and is blisfully unaware that that his over-zealous attempts at wanting all the nitty gritty details perfected, or that ensuring his customers's comfort will only lead to his downfall. why do i say so? read on, dear friends, read onnn. 1)for one, he tells me that he is "a cunning and scheming businessman". if you were "a cunning and scheming businessman", would you actually tell me that you were one unless a)yer a cunning and scheming businessman but crazily egotistical b)yer not really a cunning and scheming businessman, yer just a stupid idiot. 2)the front door to FOTT only goes one way, and that is it pushes IN to the restaurant, and customers always have some sorta difficulty with it. so i told tall Eric we oughta put some kinda sign on the door or smth. first he said that the customers were stupid. i ignored that comment, and told him that we really should put a sign on the door. then he said, "yah yah!! actually i already thought of a sign, i just havent printed it out yet." he had some papers in front of him, so he scribbled what he wanted the sign to be down on the paper. this is how it will look like if he actually goes ahead to have the sign printed: ------------------------------- THIS IS A 
DOOR ------------------------------- 'this is a pooh door' = 'this is a pull door'.. pooh, pull.. geddit?? i was like, omg! this is so incredibly lame!! i was frankly quite amazed that he could even think of such a monstrosity. of course, i didnt say it out loud la, i was just thinking it in my head. i didnt wanna get fired or anything ynoe. so i just told him, "people arent gonna get it." and he said, "then they're stupid." i repeated it again, slower, hoping that he'd understand what i truly meant, "people arent gonna GET it." and he said again, "then they're STUPID!" by the way, FOTT is sposed to be a fine-dining establishment, and he wants to put up a lame ass sign like this one. nice. and he calls his customers stupid. nice attitude. 3)he's very fussy abt how the layout of the restaurant is like, wants everything his way, wans everything perfect for the customers. thats alright, i perfectly understand that, i used to work at Spinelli's and they were pretty fussy abt these things too. so. we've got this aromatherapy burner on the counter, and tall Eric would always come up to the thing and smell it whenever he felt like it. he can do it 4 or 5 times a minute. visualise this: its lunchtime, the place is full of office-workers having their lunches, and you've got this tall, gangly man, dressed in white from head to toe, with his back towards the customers, having to hunch over the armotherapy burner coz he's so tall, constantly walking over and sniffing the damn thing like a freakin drug addict. another thing is that when he's smelling the thing, he's obscuring part of my view of the restaurant, and i need to see what's going on so that i can serve the customers and all. he's so fussy abt appearances and how customers perceive FOTT to be, and he does this kinda thing. he's so unaware of how retarded it all looks. after a few times i couldnt stand it, so i told him, "haha, Eric, i think you'd look a lil bit strange to the customers if you keep smelling that." and he replied, "oh yah hor." and pushed off. however, he was soon back a minute later, and smelling the burner like there was no tmr. ***** there's lots and lots of other stuff, but this is just to give you a basic idea of what kinda person he is. but really, other than tall Eric, i quite like working at FOTT. at most, i'll just not humour him whenever he cracks a joke, just not talk to him as much, or respond to him in the way he desires me to respond to him. no biggie. there're 2 other bosses, i dont give a shite abt tall Eric. tho seriously, if things actually get a lil too nasty, i'll tell the other bosses. or if forced to, make a police report. tho really, i doubt i'll havta resort to making a police report. if i do, i'll tell y'all k? *harx* look, look, tall Eric disgusts me so that i cussed so much more than i normally would.. boohooo.. sad.. *sniffsniff* anyways. i fibbed and told FOTT that i had a stomachache today coz i wanted to stay in and watch the telly. Survivor: All Stars is on tonight and it looks set to be GOOD. woohooo!! by the way, i caught Trista And Ryan's Wedding last night.. could anything be ever more amazingly BORING? i only liked the bit that the entire thing cost close to 4 million bucks, tho really, it didnt much look like it really cost 4 million buckeroos, if y'get what i mean. the layout was pretty cool tho. so i watched, and i was alright til all they grandparents and parents and uncles and whatnot started walking down the aisle before Ryan and Trista did, and then it started getting wearisome. i thought that the actual exchange of vows and all that would be pretty cool, but t'was gosh-darn mundane.. ergh.. i swear it practically had a soporific effect on me. anyways. this has been a long enough entry. wouldnt wanna instill ennui in y'all so i bid you adieu. adieu, adieu!! listening to: Politically Correct by SR-71.
spat vitriol @ 2:04 PM
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