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Tuesday, April 27, 2004 
DO NOT CUT YOURSELVES. its true: its uncool, and pointless, too. if you wanna kill yerselves for real, cut along the veins on yer wrist. that means that instead of cutting yerselves crosswise as its so wrongly displayed by various forms of media, you cut yerself where yer veins are lengthwise.(parallel to the edges of yer arm) remember, its LENGTHWISE. thats only if you genuinely wanna kill yerself, tho. after all, if you want smth done, you gotta do it right. and im sure you dont wanna screw up and not die, you'd just be in alotta pain, so you might as well get it done right the first time. and im teaching you how.(tho of course there're quicker and more efficient ways of dying out there) for the rest of you out there who: cant take the pain of life/wanna know what pain feels like/need to replace the emotional scarring that you've gotten/want attention from yer friends coz you know of no other way to get it coz yer such a bore/want attention from anyone else/think yer a failure/cant deal with life's obstacles/wanna have cool funky scars on yer arms that'll never go away unless you laser the buggers off.. just go cut yerself the way they show it on television, give yerself shallow cuts on yer wrists crosswise over and over again, go right ahead. you cant die, anyway. + + + + + have pride in yerself, ladieez and gents, is all im saying. nobody's gonna respect you if you dont respect yerself in the first place. its along the same lines of "Jesus only helps those who helps themselves". if you cant help yerself, seek help. take the first step, and the rest(difficult as the process may be) will follow. i dont know who this entry is directed to, really. right now, i only know one person who cuts herself. i wish that she didnt, and i hope that she doesnt anymore. anyways. the entry's dedicated to her, and to everyone else who might be reading this. and also to the people who arent reading this, and're just slouched in a corner of their toilets cutting themselves, bathing themselves in misery.. it goes out to them even more. man, this is such a bipolar entry. eye's twitchin, i oughta be sleepin. have a good day, folks. weather looks set to be good today.
spat vitriol @ 6:22 AM
xxx i spent saturday in town with Sara DJ, Sidney tinks, Jeremy, Marcus and Gerald kor. we were sposed to catch Kill Bill: Volume 2. but we didnt. wadever. saturday was an utterly complete waste of time, man. im sure Sara DJ would agree with me ;) the day wasnt TOTALLY a waste of my time, tho. Donovan was out with the fellas, but they ended up playing lan, so we met up. and afterwards when he decided to left town, he sent me home, too. so that was cool. and of course, i was with Donovan on sunday. i caught Kill Bill: Volume 2 with him instead. in my opinion, Volume 1 was alot better. more.. artistic and bloody and with elaborate fighting scenes that were choreographed. Volume 2 was boring and overly comical. and as for the elaborate fighting scenes, practicacally zilch, man. thats why i was pretty damn disappointed with the show, it didnt even cut the basics, and it didnt even remotely come close to the standard of Volume 1. if Volume 2 had enough gore and fancy footwork, i wouldnt bitch. unfortunately, it didnt(ohhh yeahhh it SO didnt), so im bitchin. perhaps thats the way Volume 2's sposed to run. *sighh* anyways. Donovan's actually been pretty busy with some stuff recently, and i was quite quite happy(should i use the word 'pleased' instead?) that he still spent the entire day with me. i mean, the guy's got important matters on his hands, and he still came out with me. he still meets me even tho he's ill, he's nauseous, and he's just taken medication in the morning before that're as strong as horse tranquilisers.(well, he says they're that strong, anyway) for putting himself thru all that torture just to be with me, Donovan gets like, a million points in my book. i feel like squishing him now, he's such a dear. so yea. i met Sara DJ in town first coz i was up since 7am and couldnt get back to sleep. she finished school so i decided to meet her after that. we're having our usual bitching session(at lido mac's, no less) before Donovan arrives. he went to cut his hair. he's like one of those sacrificial sheep that those farmers in farms overseas use to shave as a sort of demonstration to a large audience before passing the stinky wool around the audience. ynoe what im talking abt. i do not fancy those farms much. boring, stinky, not educational and always with the same ol same ol animals. ANYWAYS. Donovan arrives, and the poor boy's so drugged up on his medication that he cant even walk, much less walk straight. walking straight is such a feat, after all. so the 3 of us just sit at lido mac's coz 1)Donovan cant walk and 2)sara DJ's got nobody to accompany her. these poor souls. so Sara and i just bitch&gossip away as Donovan rests and listens to our endless chattering&nattering. the 3 of us ended up spending the entire afternoon together, all the way til Shuping came, and the 4 of us went to support Jarrod dajie at his The Face competition at scotts. Donovan and i didnt stay the whole way tho coz twas getting late and i wanted to spend time alone with Donovan, he had to get home early that night as well. sorry dajie.. you understand right?? anyways i cheered for you! and i saw you in yer undies! so everything was cool ;) and Jarrod got 2nd place!! whoo!! isnt that just exciting?? and he was also crowned the best looker in underwear. yeahh. i think he looked the best too. the other guys looked.. wrong.. go go dajie!! whoop whooop!! Shuping.. yer dating a guy who looks SMASHING in underwear!! waddya think of that, eh?? *chuckle* how doth it feeeeeeel, eh?? anyways. Donovan and i caught Kill Bill after that, and then we went to NYDC(coz i was hungry) and between us we finished a bowl-plate of baked rice and a pizza. i ate a lil more than him. man. i felt like barfing my guts out after that, i was so full. the food was good, but i was just filled to the brim with food la ynoe. Donovan was a big sweetie, tho. he said that i wasnt fat when i told him that i was eating too much/getting fat/or even if i didnt say anything at all. thats really cool. telling me im not fat when i dont ask for it. *grinz* AND him telling me when i didnt ask him that my fringe looked fine(when it obviously isnt, its retarded). this is why he gets a million points, man. this is what im talking abt. i love that boy =) to me, and i believe to alotta other people out there as well, fat isnt how people perceive you to be.(unless yer genuinely overweight, that is) its more of a personal standard. you tell yerself whether you look fat, like whether yer arms squish out by the sides, or if that lil bit of tummy fat is getting outta control. by the way, ladieez, that bit of tummy fat ought to be there. its a layer of fat that helps protect yer baby when you get pregnant. smth like that, anyways. so ladieez, chill, yo. a lil tummy fat's fine, 20 inches extra isnt. then you should start worrying. i've been eating and eating so much these few days coz my period's on the way. and i feel bloated, as well. *blergh* i still feel full from all that i've eaten recently, man. i've been gorging on chocolate, too. y'all know how i feel abt chocolate, normally. today, i finished a litre of chocolate milk. i feel like such a glutton. how unglam. cut down on food! start running! start leading a healthy lifestyle maddie!! righty ho. anyways. i've finished the Simpson's game already. finished it on sunday morning when i couldnt get back to sleep. thats cool. but at mario, im kinda stagnated, ynoe. its like how when you get smth new you make alotta headway and progress in the beginning coz you've got the real drive for it and all. after some time tho, you find it more and more difficult to move further up the ladder, progress is stagnant. now that i've naturally started cutting down on playing the gameboy, im starting to feel like that abt mario. i've cut down from 16hours a day to 2hours a day now. 3 hours, max. i guess its to be expected that any progress i would make before would lessen now. owell. i'll complete it soon. no biggie. im too close to completeing the game to give it up, man. now if only i could start feelng this way abt school.. ho humm.. listening to: If I Ain't Got you by Alicia Keys. reading: The Hundred Secret Senses by Amy Tan.
spat vitriol @ 1:49 AM
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Saturday, April 24, 2004 god be playin wit me, man. ynoe how i wanted to go for my tan just now? well, im obviously not at sentosa now, am i? instead, im at home right here and now. i was packing my bag, and the last thing i packed was my lil radio with the headphones. so. i found the headphones, but not the damn radio. i'd unplugged it some time back coz i wanted to connect the headphones elsewhere, and i left the radio on my computer table. and now its not here no more. *twilight zone theme song cue* it like that, "gosh dang it! i KNEW i left my car keys on the table by the door!!" kinda situtuation. i KNOW i left it on the computer table coz there's nowhere else i could've left it. no, really. i couldnt find the damn radio, man. god's good. he's real good. using a combination of his sneakiness and my ADHD, god's managed to hide my radio from my sight. so i thought i'd be sneaky back la, ynoe. i sighed out loud and said(to no one else but god in particular), "i guess i cant go to sentosa to tan then." its reverse psychology, man. i tell god that im not going, and he gives me my radio. and i DID mean it, too. i meant the 1st half of my sentence, but then i realised that i could use reverse psychology on god by the 2nd half of my sentence. i was even planning on acting surprised, ynoe. like, the lil radio would just pop up on my computer table among some cables like some miracle(coz thats what god does, ainnit? miracles??) and i'd put on this real surprised & excited look on my face and i'd exclaim, "THERE y'are you mischievous lil bastard!! so THATS where you've been hiding!!" i spose that lil tactic didnt work, coz he's omniscient and all(yah yah big shot mama la. psssssh). it started getting cloudy, man. real cloudy. in fact, its still cloudy. and the skin on my back still hurts a lil from the last time i went tanning, it hasnt had a proper chance to heal. or wadever it is that skin does, ynoe ynoe. AND im also tired coz i've only had 3 hours of sleep. thus, using a combination of tactics, god has managed to thwart my plans to go tanning at sentosa. wahh.. cunning ah.. cunning.. you good la, god.. you good.. speaking of which(god, that is), have i casually mentioned that Sara DJ claimed herself to be the spawn, i mean, child of Satan yesterday night at lido mac's? god would be so disappointed. tut tut. i'd continue on this whole god issue, but then he might really strike me with a bolt of lightning. now, y'all know that i've just rebonded my hair, and i dont want my hair fried by some bolt of lightning. not cost effective, ynoe.(to my mother's wallet) chill la, god. we be chillllllllllllinnnnnnnnnnn, yo. [oh this has been fun]
spat vitriol @ 11:19 AM
xxx this is so awesome. im watching the Road Runner cartoon now. thats so damn ol skool man.. i loved Road Runner. and i still find it vaguely amusing, even now.(unlike other cartoons, ynoe) beep beep! tho i realise now that Road Runner aint exactly the brightest, hejust looks intelligent coz the coyote's so damn stupid. its like a comparison thang, like how you wouldnt know Good if there wasnt Evil, you gotta have both sides, ynoe what i mean. ohh yeahh. and have i ever mentioned that i like all the Honey Star adverts??(its on the telly now) they totally rock man. what with the bear in the space suit(Captain Star, he is!) and every monster gets subdued with honey stars. frickin cool. i like eating honey stars, too. sometimes when i gobble em down too fast coz im a greedy lil fuck, they sometimes get wedged in my throat and i gotta wash em down with mile, i cant swallow em, coza all the pointy points on those (honey) stars. ow oww. advert's over! telly time. did i mention that there's Spongebob Squarepants at 9am? listening to: Someone Like Me by Atomic Kitten. its sad, but this is the only song i like by the group. and they've just disbanded.(bloody abt time, damn!) awwwww.
spat vitriol @ 8:41 AM
xxx hot damn. i've been up since 6.05am man. wadahell. my body's still gettin acclimatised to socially acceptable and so-called 'normal' sleeping hours. which is like, 3am or earlier, and waking up by 1pm. its a tough job, but somebody's gotta do it!! and i slept at 3am on purpose, and i was up at 6.(which is the time i normally sleep) only 3 bloody hours of sleep. how bloody annoying. i think i'll go get a *darker* tan later, i cant get back to sleep.(and yet im tired. how bloody annoying) anyways. i was out with Sara DJ, Amanda, Sidney tinks, El Paulo, Gerald kor and Jeremy yesterday. we were at.. umm.. *mumble*.. lido mac's.. as usual.. *ahemm*.. Donovan told me that the bunch of us should just install sofas in the place. i might have to agree. and we all didnt do anything. we just.. sat there.. or walked around a lil. yupp. mm. hmm. uhh. yup. i DID go to far east with Sara DJ and Sidney tinks ealier on tho. i liked this chunky punk-ish bracelet that Sidney had, so we went to far east so that i could get it. i ended up buying two(a black versh of Sidney's bracelet, and another dark red one). and Sara bought one. we're bracelet punks now, yo!! put cher hannnnds in da airrrrr!!!!!!!! *roll eyes da Sara DJ way* anyways. so we continued walking around far east and i bought this chiffon halter top from "Sara's favourite shop". how do i know its her favourite shop? coz every damn time we go by the damn place, she'll always exclaim(macham like its her first time telling us), "OHH!! THIS IS MY FAVOURITE SHOP!!!!" before excitedly scurrying into the shop as Sidney and i amble in after her. another impulse buys, but im realising these days that i actually quite like my impulse buys and they sitck me with me. umm. well. mebbe they dont really stick with me, but at least i dont really regret my purchases. well. cept mebbe for that ape bag i bought. i look at it at night and it kinda freaks me out. like, all em damn monkeys.. they be LOOKIN at me, man. now thats real freaky. anyways. i gotta stop buying stuff, man. mom's day and my mom's bday both fall in the same month(that'd be may, for you real filial kids out there. but then im ure you knew it already right? *harx*) and now that im unemployed(man i sound like some dude who's bankrupt and jobless coz i blew all my money on shares and shite), at the rate im spending i wont be able to get my mom ANYTHING when may rolls around and then that would really suck. no, really. im not a filial kid all the time, so these're like, 2 days when i actually CAN be. actually, HAVE to be, but i also wanna, ynoe, make it pleasant for my mom and stuff. damn im filial. gotta go check the weather to see if it'll rain. tho i doubt it will, it poured yesterday. yippee. long cumbersome trip to sentosa, here i come. *sighh* damn screwed up body clock.. if not i'd be asleep.. *grumble*..
spat vitriol @ 8:30 AM
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Friday, April 23, 2004 im gonna buy more gameboy games soon. need.. gameboy games.. need to.. sate my appetite.. rarrgghh.. im a greedy lil person. i dont slobber so it doesnt show. anyways. i met up with Tim bro today. he gave me this topman shirt(size S, of course). its this dirty green with this big word SLACKER sewn on. he says the shirt has new meaning for me now that im unemployed. *blergh* nice. weird thing is, i'd actually noticed the shirt when i was alone at topman some time before and never told anybody. i was even considering getting it but the size S was a tad too big for me coz it a guy's shirt. and Tim got it for me for my bday! cool beans! thanks Tim! im getting stuff that i wanted but never told anybody.. and they're getting it fror me even tho they really didnt havta.. this is so frickin awesome. *grinz* first, the paul frank undies from Amanda, Sara DJ, Shuping and Jarrod dajie. and now this SLACKER topman shop from Tim. man. you guys rock. *twang twang twangs guitar* anyways. Tim and i went out for dinner at this japanese retaurant at cuppage.. cant remember the name..(then again what do i remember eh?) and he footed the bill. thanks *again* Tim! and after dinner he gave me a lift to great world and i met Chai, Janmeety and Kensuke there. we caught Starsky & Hutch. its frankly not that good. and hot damn, Snoop Dogg was like some Discovery Channel preacher man. godd. you gotta watch the show to see what i mean, man. but he was cool. i like Snoop Dogg. he is one tall skinny bastard, but he be rockin my socks, yo. there was even this one bit where Snoop dogg's on the golf course and he said smth like,"i know alot abt grass." the bit's on the trailer, actually. and the 4 of us laughed coz, ynoe, Snoop Dogg be talkin abt weeeeeeeeeed. and so the bunch of us were laughing, and then i asked the gang, "are we the only ones laughing?" and they went like, "yeah!" and then we laughed some more coz everybody else didnt get the 'grass' thang but we did and we rawwwkkked. umm.. okayy.. kinda just.. talked alot back there. but yeahh. hawhawhaw. cool beans! damn i sound like a retard. anyways. Chai gave me a lift back home. i gave him wrong directions by accident(as usual) and we took a lil longer than usual to get back home. *cough* but yeahh. t'was awesome seeing the guys again. i havent seen em in months man, its been that long. whoo wheeeeee. need job. shall ask Jenny more abt it, wont i, dearie? mainly coz i.. uhh.. forgot what she told me the last time i made inquiries abt the job.. crap. goddamn memory. its shot, man. ginko biloba, anyone? lets shoot it up our nostrils. *harx*
spat vitriol @ 2:45 AM
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Thursday, April 22, 2004 as we all know but frequently forget, the week officially starts on sunday, not monday. and its been a pretty damn bad week so far is all i can say. i didnt even feel like blogging all this week til i heard William Hung's rendition of R.Kelly's song "i believe i can fly". it is, very possibly, even worse than his rendition of "can you feel the love tonight", which was, by the way, worse than "she bangs". all three are, easily and without question, the worst 3 songs i've ever heard in my entire life. when i heard the song, i just sat right up, cringed at all the parts he went off key, when his voice warbled when it shoutldnt have, and frankly, his accent just grates on the ears. true(and granted), the lil asian dude was the most popular choice of an AMI3 underdog. no look, no style, and most importantly , no voice but yet, EVERYBODY loved him. and he was an inspiration to people all over the globe coz if even WIlliam Hung could be adored, loved and worshipped, what more them, right?? but i sae, ENOUGH!! halt the parade of stupidity that follows in his William Hung's civil engineering footsteps!! stop the presses(from talking anymore abt him)! stop the media(from clamouring for more info on the dolt)! and stop the recording companies(from wanting to sign him up under their label) coz cmon, the bad standard's got to stop SOMEwhere.. right? please? "i have no professional singing experience whatsoever." no shite, dude. and americans think that William's such an inspiration and they're buying his album. they're still being fooled after all this time.. its amazing. seriously. thats really sad. i mean, they could be spending that money they used to buy that cd on a burger+fries+coke[upsized] man.(coz it costs just as much, they order not one, not two, but three meals) William Hung is but a pawn by whatever label who bought the bugger. dya think they REALLY chose to sign him on coz he would 'inspire people everywhere'?? up my arse. they just want their money.. YOUR money. so stop being cheated/fooled/getting the wool pulled over yer cataract-riddden eyes. okayy. im just insulting everybody arent i? im sorry. blogging brings out the best in me. plus, im just in a nasty mood. like i said, its been a piss lousy week.[actually, thats just an excuse. being nasty is just so much more fun. dont quote me on that.] but first, a quick recap: friday: Sara DJ, Amanda, Shuping and i went to Lola to support Jarrod dajie for his.. competition.. thingy.. i forgot what it was. but yea anyways.. all the male models were, well, modelling(d'oh) underwear. we all gotta see Jarrod in his undies, his thongs, his stripper hat. his bum.. it is a beacon of light.. it shines and it glows. if i ever fall into a dark sea i want him next to me coz his bum bum will reflect the light(wadever light there is) and i wont crash into any rocks. saturday: i went out with Sara DJ, Shuping, Jarrod dajie and Amanda.. we went to Tannlines coz they were having some huigeass sale. Amanda bought a bikini, i just bought a bikini bottom. i know, wadever right. and twas so sweet of em.. Jarrod asked me to hug Shuping at tannlines. and i was immediately suspicious, i asked him, "why??" and Sara said, "just hug her la!!" and it took em awhile for em to convince me, im that daft. but when i DID hug her, Shuping held out this Paul Frank plastic bag from behind!! ta-daa!! and inside there was this set of Paul Frank undies in clear casing. 7 undies, one for each day of the week! so adorable.. i really didnt expect a present from em coz Shuping and Sara'd already bought me drinks on wed at phuture. weird thing was, i'd actually seen it before but never pointed it out to em before but yet, by somew eerie coincidence *twilight zone theme song cue* they got it from me. what a twist of fate! whoo!! thanks you guys: Sara, Jarrod dajie, Shuping and Amanda!! you guys rock my world! *grinz* and at night the bunch of us who were at tannlines went to this bungalow party at changi(the place is incredibly oolu-ated) and El Paulo, Bizhen, Mark 6, Kenneth, Erik tall viking dude, Benedict, Jeremy, Gerald kor, Danny and Gekpuay were there too. t'was Mark 6's campmate party. and everyone was so sweet, they wished me happy birthday over and over again haha.. before AND after the clock struck 12. and at 12am, they made me drink this freezing cold cuppa lychee martini(braaainnnn freeeezeeee!! aieeeeee!) and some of em hugged and wished me happy bday again. cool. the party was.. alright. well, pretty boring, actually. but the cool bit was that after 12am, therer was this belly dancer, and there were 2 fire performers, and i felt almost like they were performing for me. of course they werent la. d'oh. got home late, Danny sent me back. he's cool. he sent El Paulo, Sara and Jeremy home(east side!) and Gekpuay back(west side!) and finally, me, coz we stay pretty near each other. all of us wound down the windows during the journey, played techno, sang, along to mushy songs, sang to passing motorists.. t'was cool, man. sunday: i went out with Donovan. he got me a gorgeous dark red(the colour's called Refurbished Flame on the box. funky, eh?) gameboy advance sp and 2 games.. Mario and Simpsons: Road Rage. Mario's the genuine ol skool deal man.. this game was the first EVER mario game i ever played.. on my cousin's white+purple nintendo game box. its so ol skool i cant believe it man! the game really evokes memories.. me and my cousin fighting over who gotta be 1st player(Mario) or 2nd player(Luigi). i didnt wanna me Luigi coz Luigi was ugly and skinny and wore ugly green overalls and he wasnt popular and EVERYBODY wants to be Mario, nobody wants to be Luigi!! pssssh. and also memories of my cousin being better at the game than i was, even tho he's 4 years younger than i am. then again, the nintendo belonged to him so he could play it all day while i only got to play it when i went over to his house. frankly, when he was younger, he was a brat and he used to piss me off and when i couldnt take it i'd scold him and make him cry. but anyways. my point was that i always went to his house not for his glorious company, but coz i wanted to play his nintendo. however, he's a better kid now, he's gonna grow up to be real tall and he's not a brat anymore and.. umm.. why am i talking abt all this again? i.. digressed. and as for Simpson's Road Rage.. haha.. i thought the face that Donovan whose that title was really amusing. and its really awesome man. i get to sit in a vehicle(it could be a car, it could be plow king) and bang down shite like roadlamps and trees and boulders and other cars and ambulances and police cars(those're worth more than normal cars) and all that kinda stuff.. and i get money!!(there's no points, only money) and from there i get to unlock hidden vehicles and locations to drive around(and bang more shite down) at. i think Simpson's Road Rage really appeals to me coz in real life 1)i cant drive and 2)i dont get to bang down shite in a vehicle(coz i cant drive) or any other time, anyways. it really rocks. *grinz* thanks so much for the presents sweetie. i love it lots =) and you, too. anyways. back to my crappy week. i spose its still early to say whether its gonna continue being crappy, but well. gotta start somewhere, right? so. on sunday afternoon i went with my mom to collect my specs. we cant find a bloody parking lot for 25 mins, and cmon, we're in hougang, the place(its heartland mall at kovan) ist sposed to be crowded. thats one thing. so anyways. my mom's driving round and round and walking right in the middle of the road of the parking lots is this woman holding a young child's hand. and the woman's husband is walking in front of em, and im thinking, "why isnt he walking with his family?" anyways. my mom horns at the woman and child coz 1)she hasnt got all day and 2)she doesnt wanna run em down.(its either horn at em or mow em down, i figure) and later, as she cruises by to reverse and look for a parking lot, both of us see the man(the woman's husband) staring daggers at us. like, fucking bloody seriously diao-ing us. i mean, the guy's probably 40, and he's doing that whole diao-ing thing. he doesnt take his eyes off us, even turning to stare at us as we go by til his neck cant turn anymore(it would be freaky if it could) and im like, "wow this guy has a real major problem." and i give em the fucking bird. and the woman turns oround to see what her husband has been staring at and she gets the bird full-on. poor woman. she didnt deserve to see that, her husband did. bloody pig, he is. and i was in town with Sara and Sidney on tuesday, and i accidentally bumped into this butch in some chij uniform. i apologised immediately, but she made this really loud, "tcht!" sound and gave me this dulan look. we were walking away from each other and then she started mumbling loudly(its a lil oxymoronic but ynoe what i mean) away to her friend abt me and telling her how i bumped into her and everything and i got so pissed off i shouted to her, "i said sorry, you bitch!!" i dont see or bump or meet such people for years and years, and now i get two buggers in one week. nice. like calls to like, i spose? ;) heyy, i cant help it if i've got ADHD and i react impulsively right?(actually yes i technically COULD help it by taking my med but i keep forgetting to.. hell..) and FOTT fired my ass coz their restaurant's going downnnnnnnn and apparantly they dont need so many people working for em. time to find a new job. hello? Jenny? help?? *harx* no, im serious, actually. need job. now. *grunt* anyways. thats abt it la. if there is, i dont wanna talk abt it, so there. hooha. and i've been playing the gameboy Donovan got me all day and all night since i got it. 16 hours on monday. whoo. if im not sleeping or watching tv, im playing the gameboy. i even play the gameboy during telly adverts. im a freak. Donovan says he's gonna take it away from me before my eyes get wrecked, but i say my eyes're wrecked anyway, what difference does it make eh? lets see how much more crappy it can get. pssh. come and get me, fuckers of the world. okayy i know that was unnecessary, just felt like sayin it, ynoe ynoe. be seein y'all soon.
spat vitriol @ 1:54 AM
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Wednesday, April 21, 2004 ynoe i was watching the 70's show just now and Eric and the whole gang were in Eric's basement eating skinny orange popsicles and im like, "i want one of those!!" so i decided to make it a reality. i called my mom coz she was out and asked her to buy me popsicles and she got me 3 boxes!! i am happy. *grunt* anyways. my mom says im malay coz im so dark.(if im malay what is she? *harx*) and Lionel says im dark, too. i know im dark(dark enough for me, anyways. *ahemm*) but really, the whole uneven tan thing just bugs me. it ubgs me that my arms are tanned but my chest isnt the same exact shade, or that my legs are a tad not as dark as my arms.. ynoe, that kinda thing. i seek the even tan.. my dream.. i aspire to have.. i am.. Sun Worshipper.. hooga chakaa.. hooga.. hoogaaa chakaaa.. and there was this one day, i was lining up in the bus queu to leave sentosa, and there was these 4 blonde caucasian women in front of me in the queue. from their body language you can tell that thet think they're big shots coz they're ang mohs in an asian country. i say, screw that shite. i wanna know the percentage of natural BLONDE FEMALE LAWYERS in the profession from non-asian countries. no, really. dumbasses. pssh. and speaking of dumbasses.. have you seen the Courts advert on telly recently? the one with Jamie Yeo. oh lordy lordy lordy lordy lord. it. is. horrendous. its so incredibly fake and stiff, i cant believe Courts even accepted the advert! frankly, i think that Courts were better off without the silly advert playing on tellys all over the island(its even on tvmobile.. christ) Jamie Yeo's acxtions looks so forced, and she has to say the most ridiculous things. like how bright and happening she is, like Courts. my god. i pity her but i still cant stand the advert. and.. the way she says her lines.. its just so forced ynoe she's only really REALLY doing it for the money. i mean, who doesnt? but you can tell that even tho she's smiling on the screen, her eyes are screaming, "i cant believe im saying this crap!! i wanna get this over and done with!! im only in this for the money!! this isnt REALLY me! im not really this stupid and i dont say such incredibly stupid things in real life!!.. oh wait i do. but i mean everything else that i said!! aieeee!! you get the drift, yo. i am such a BITCH. i should just stop BITCHING. but its too irresistable a habit to give up, i apologise. im a really nice person at heart, really. really! *stifled laughter* gotta go play Mario now. i've neglected my gameboy long enough. mm.. maybe i should give my gameboy a name. i'll think of one. maddie's lil eccentrities.. *chuckle*
spat vitriol @ 4:24 AM
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Sunday, April 18, 2004 i would absolutely love to blog abt what's been happening for the past few days, ynoe me, im sucha blabbermouth, everything's for the world to see/hear/touch/smell/taste. however, i'd like to be able to tell Donovan everything when i meet him later on today, instead of having him read everything off my blog before i can even start off by announcing to him what i had for breakfast.("nothing??") ynoe what i mean la yea. yeahh. i know y'all will understand. but y'all know who y'all are(i should quit with the "y'all"s, seriously) who made everything really fabulous for me. i'll just name the main darlings now: Sara darling, Amanda dearest, Shuping sweetheart and Jarrod sweetie. i spose you could call these lovely friends the main people who made everything WONDERFUL. i love you guys to squishy bits, i really really do. *grinz* the sub-darlings, i'll name the next time i blog. just dont wanna say too much now, ynoe ynoe. but all shall be revealed in the next entry.. whooOOOoooOOo.. right now, everybody rocks my socks off. *harx* listening to: Roses by Outkast. "lean a lil bit closer coz roses really smell like ooh, ooh, ooooh.."
spat vitriol @ 5:19 AM
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Friday, April 16, 2004 well. its finally friday. and i just remembered more random stuff that happened on wednesday night at phuture. 1)i poked Sara, Sidney and Shuping's boobies alot coz all of us werent were wearing like revealing tops and 3 outta 4 of us werent wearing bras. i know i wasnt, and t'wasnt coz it dropped on the floor or anything. i also poked GekPuay's boobies alot too, but its only coz they're nice to poke. *grinz* mm.. squishy and soft!! i also pulled open their tops coz they were so afraid people would see their boobs. (only applicable to Sidney and Shuping) just bringing out the lewd pervert residing in me, ynoe ynoe. then they'd pull open my top but i wouldnt be affected coz 1)im high so i dont give a damn and 2)i've already got a thick hide to start with so im pretty much buay paiseh. however, i can say one thing and im sure all the girls will agree with me. we all have nice tits. 2)i still find it amazing that i could dance for 4 hours straight(minus the barfing times), regardless of whether the music was good or not. it actually seemed to me all the time that the music was great heh. i can frankly say that i cant remember what song was playing half the time. and the next day my body ached like hell, but t'was all good la. *harx* 3)and im sure y'all know how i puked twice right.. and my throat really burned coza all those stomach acids and what-have-you. i dont know how bullimics can keep it up. kudos, man.. kudos. 4)Nabil bought me a lychee martini that night(the last drink i consumed for the night), and i remember thinking, "omg. i cant drink this. i'll die." and i remember spilling the drink alot even tho i dont think i was swaying.(tho i must've been) and i also remember thinking, "i hope i sway so much i spill the whole drink and i wont havta drink any of it." but im not so evil, wastage is bad when there're food&alcohol-deprived kids in ethiopia, so i finished the lychee martini. thanks again Nabil! 5)and wednesday was the first time i showed my fringe to the world. people seemed to think t'was alright. Amanda said t'was okay, Shuping too. but Sara dearest said that t'was "retarded". bloody hell. she explained to me just now that she thought my fringe was retarded coz its barely a fringe at all, she could barely see it once i'd swept it the side. yahh, aight, wadever Saraaaaaaa. however, regardless of what people say, i am now at peace with my fringe.(tho it still curls right after washing. urgh!! bloody annoying. i gotta blowdry it straight after i wash my hair from now on.. so much work.. crap.) 6)Gerald kor has many many lovebites. actually, only two la. that scandalous fella. he be getting some serious bootayyyyy soon, i reckon. *smirx* 7)and i thanked everybody for turning up, and buying me drinks, but i forgot to thank those who took care of me. i, frankly, cant remember for the life of me who y'all were, my head was down most of the time, but i thank y'all too. i can only remember yer shoes.. but seriously, if it werent for y'all i'd end up like how Jarrod dajie said, like that ketamine ad where the girls're lying by the road with their skirts hiked up and their teensy panties on show for the world to see. *shudder* so, thank you, ALL of you, my guardians and caretakers, drink-buyers and party-turn uppers. *grinz* -end of wednesday's recollections- anyways. these past 2 weeks has been pretty cool, getting to see, meet or talk to people that i havent seen in ages. like how i gotta meet Kevin. and i was talking to Janmeet for 4hours last night coz we hadnt even seen or talked to each oter in yonks. and Marilyn calling me to catch up. and also talking to Clifford bro, too. everything rocks. i love my friends. yes, thats YOU!! give yerself a round of applause for being my friend!!.. no no, wait. i shall give you the round of applause for being my friend!! if not i'd be a really unhappy kid with no friends. *sniff* have i mentioned that i lurrrrrve my friends?? *hawhaw* "girl why cant you see yer the only one for me and it just breaks me up inside because you done know my nameeeeeeee.." from the song My Band by D12 & Eminem.
spat vitriol @ 5:08 PM
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Thursday, April 15, 2004 i just got off the phone with Sunny abt an hour ago. whoah. man.. i got home at abt 4am coz i went clubbing at phuture. i actually hadnt planned on going clubbing at all but Sara DJ and Shuping were all like, "maddie! you have to go ynoe.. we're going coza YOU." and i felt damn paiseh and guilty so i went la. and t'was all really cool =) i'd met Erwin earlier on in the evening and he wanted to buy me dinner but of course im on my non-existent diet so he only bought me a cookie and corn soup. and then he told me his budget for my present(even tho i did tell him that he didnt havta buy me anything at all), we went to topshop, i picked out long dangly earrings and he bought em for me. whee!! *grinz* and then i met Sidney tinks, and she bought me a miniature bottle of Absolut Citron and Absolut Vodka each! at first i thought that she'd koped it, and i think she got a lil offended. i felt bad. but i was really quite touched that she bothered to buy smth for me, and i was quite amused actually. the bottles were miniature.. like her!! *hawhaw* how bloody adorable. so we went to chinablack to drink for free. we had vodka cranberry and vodka lime and all that. we bumped into Clarence da ge, jensen and Mark there. they sat with us til Sid and i left for zouk. Sidney, Shuping, Sara and i were dressed quite glam. i felt a lil stressed when Sara had told me the night before that Sidney and Shuping were gonna be dressing damn glam. so i wore my heels, jeans and this bareback glittery top. Gek Puay said that i looked damn hot! hahaha!! thanks for humouring me sweetie!! hahaha.. and then it began.. *dum dum dummm* Shuping and Sara, my darlings, bought me a lambo each. and then Nabil bought me a lychee martini. Edwin wanted to buy me a drink too but thank bloody god he didnt coz i told him i wouldnt be able to take it(he said he'll buy me one next wek then), i barfed up TWICE. oh man. how bloody unglam. and i am SO SO SO sorry coz Jarrod da jie's shoes and pants have got my puke on it. and so did Shuping's legs. omg. bloody frickin unglam. i asked em why they didnt stand away when i started to barf and they said that they did, but it 'splattered'. damn paiseh. i feel damn bad. really really sorry you guys, seriously. and its Sunny's bday today! HAPPY BDAY SUNNY!! so cool right. we're gonna buy each other drinks next time!.. yea right. *smirx* i saw quite a few other people as well and i was really happy to see em.. like Aarifah, and Yen. they were both bloody high. i went outside to sit at the bench(and puke the 2nd time round) and Aarifah sat at the bench next to mine with a guy who was helping her around. Amanda had given me some water to drink and Aarifah just kept saying Hello. she just went like, "hello. hello. helloo. helloooo. hello. hello. hello." just repeating herself over and over and over again. and i said to her nicely, "Aarifah, if you dont shut up i'll throw my water at you okay?" she said, "okay!" but she continued with her Hellos. so i threw my water at her. most of it didnt get her tho. i feel a lil bad when i think abt it now. then i turned to throw the glass into the bin next to me, but i was too lazy to throw it all the way inside, so it missed and crashed onto the floor and broke. yea, wadever. and i saw these girls from scgs there too. one of the girls said hi when i did, but this other chick just chose to behave like i wasnt there(wow did Manners come with the package girl?). so i felt kinda embarrassed when i went to the toilet with a Sidney and Gek Puay(i think.. i cant really remember).. and i didnt wanna take a piss so i just kinda squatted in a corner.. and later when the girls wanted to leave, i got up and i saw the scgs girls in the loo as well. urghh!! how bloody annoying!! for em to see me in my state of weakness is such a BITCH for me!! but yea. wadever la. i chilled after 5 seconds after realising it coz they arent important souls anyways, so why kick up a ruckus and get my paties in a bunch over it all right? but you'd just think that some people could have some decent courtesy and manners. ah well. some of us have got better upbringing than the rest, i spose. *chortle* and after clubbing, Jarrod da jie sent Shuping and me home. he sent Sidney to arthar's(this prata shop near my place) coz she was gonna meet her friend there. on the way, i was really thirsty(more like bloody dehydrated) and so we stopped at a petrol station and Jarrod da jie bought me a drink and this round pink metal thingy that had piglet on it. it contains sweets! i asked him to buy it for me, actually, and he did!! haha. i was really amused by it. coz t'was ROUND and PINK! yay!! godd im sucha bloody ditz. so yea. other stuff happened too, or i met other people, or smth, i cant really remember.. bad memory.. and i was inebriated at the time.. but yea, t'was all pretty cool. and i wanna thank all the people who were there with me, and made everything happen, i really love y'all to bits.(is this an oscar speech or wot man??) seriously. i barfed up twice, without you guys it wouldnt have been possible ;) with thanks especially going out to Sara Dj, Shuping and Nabil. and to you guys who were there with me at phuture by fluke or coz t'was planned, t'was awesome too. with thanks going out to Sidney tinks, Jarrod da jie, Amanda, Gek Puay, Gerald kor, El Paulo, Jeremy, Sunny and Edwin. i love y'all, seriously. you guys rock my socks off. *grinz* wow. that was a full-blown Thank You Speech man. hardcore XXX [hell i fucking hope that i havent forgotten anybody.] and i still love everybody. i was really touched by it all. thank you so very much, all of you =)
spat vitriol @ 8:31 AM
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Wednesday, April 14, 2004 i've been cutting my fringe on my own. i havent had a fringe for.. well, frickin years, so im not sure how a fringe is sposed to look. arghh!! lil shreds of hair in mah eyes!! arrgghhh!!! so anyways. its like when yer unaccustomed to smth, or not used to it, or new to it, you tend not to know where yer limets are or should be. so you either take overly-miniscule steps approaching the idea with much caution, or you throw caution to the wind and just charge right ahead. i saw miniscule steps is better when it comes to small projects. take the steps needed in proportion to the project, i spose. so. i've been talking too much. basically, all i did was trim off the yucky ends of my fringe. the curliness of it all was really starting to piss me off. and as some people would say, "if you want smth done, you gotta do it yerself." i, for one, dont really believe in that saying unless yer a pro at what you think you gotta do yerself. leave it to the professionals, yo. however, i cannot wait. i am impatient. so i cut my own hair just now. hair was all over the floor. for the first time in my life(or maybe twice or thrice). it looks better. no more curly crap hanging off the edges of my hair.(actually there's still some but ahh, fuck it) but perhaps i shouldnt even have cut a fringe in the first place at the hairdresser's. should've just left my damn forhead naked and bald, ynoe ynoe. so there's a definite improvement in my hair, texture wise. and i've decided to just, as usual, sweep the damn fringe to the side. godd. i hate fringes. bloody gets in my eyes and all. and i dont look too good with a retarded fringe either. christ. annoying. the good bit is that i can sweep it to one side. and that its longer than it should so that means it'll take a shorter time to catch up with the rest of my hair length. grow, hair, grow.(macham Jack and The Beanstalk sia) hair in my eye. sighh. (im sucha natural poet i cant stand it..) ooh! haiku!! (see what i mean? tho of course its not a haiku at all.) i think im going back to sleep. kinda sleepy.(well, d'oh) and Sara and Shuping have been behaving rather suspiciously. hmm. i shall see what they be up to.. soon.. *dum dum dummm* reading: Notes From Utopia by Jemima Hunt.
spat vitriol @ 2:07 PM
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Tuesday, April 13, 2004 
a tribute to Good Friday and Easter. also, bunny rabbits and chocolate eggs, tho i'd much prefer it if the bunny rabbits were tabby cats instead. 
this is for all those fellas out there who think that they've gotta show the world that theuy're 100% machismo but are all great big puddles of soft mushiness inside.. ynoe who y'are ;) 
three cheers for yakult!!! who knows what they're putting in it.. but it tastes good! *grinz* 
would i adore a daughter like Paisley?? she almost reminds me of, why, moi! and this is so weird, i was on the samsung site, glanced at this picture coz t'was on the front page, and was like, "whoah!! what's Nelson Mandela doing on samsung's front page advertising photocopiers?!" major FREAKOUT, yo. but turns out that t'was just some other old afro-american dude. pssh. by the way, the machine boasts to "fax, copy, print and scan". mmm.. nice. and ohh please godd you gotta be shitting me.. i dont really have 103 emails.. do i? listening to: Pay The Man by offspring. watching: Invader Zim. JOHNEN VASQUEZ IS AWESOME!!! this is the halloween episode, it absolutely rawwkks. and Gir had a really cute octopus on his head before he ate it. ee! how bloody frickin adorable. go go Invader Zim!! also, CSI Miami starts this wednesday at 11pm. alright!
spat vitriol @ 3:28 PM
xxx im awake coz even tho i slept at 6am, i was rudely awakened from my sleep by the constant ringing of the phone. it takes quite a few calls before i'll actually rouse from my sleep, so when it kept ringing i was groggily thinking, "bitch, dammit, it must be my mother. must be smth important if not she wouldnt call the house so many times, over and over again." so i get up to pick up the damn call, and its a wrong number. and im tired, groggy and pissed off, so i shout at the stupid woman, "WRONG NUMBER LA!!" and hang up on the stupid bitch. dumb fuck. and i just got this woman calling my mobile, asking for judy. i told her politely(now that im awake, whatever manners i've got have been restored) that she's got the wrong number. she says, "okay." but she's called me 4 times since, even tho i've told her that its a wrong number. im tempted to pick up and tell her, "i've told you that its a wrong number, dont you GET it?? you bloody moron!!" but i dont wanna waste my hp bill, and besides, saying all that isnt very nice.(like i care) so i just cancel her call over and over again. she can call as many times as she likes. *grinz* today is Wrong Number Day. it is also Dumb Fuck Day. and okayy. i am seriously in distress coz i've got a whole head of nice, straight hair cept for my 'fringe', which is not short or long, looks slightly strange and rather outta place, and worst of all, is puffy and curling at the ends!! rarghh!! okayy, i dont wanna sound like an airhead here, but.. MY HAIR!! *moans* i rebond my hair to get it straight, not get it curly at the ends right where evrybody can fucking see it, for christ's sakes. i can frankly say that i wish that i didnt havta rebond my hair.. its such an ah lian thing.. ergh. but its either to have insanely straight hair or insanely frizzy hair that makes me look like my parents were chinese and afro-american. and i am so not kidding. if my natural hair was even remotely near NORMAL(meaning it isnt frizzy as hell or curls like there's no tmr) i wouldnt go near a hairdresser and request for rebonding. sighh. poor me. poor wallet. rebonding doesnt bloody come cheap either. shite. luckily my mom pays! *beams* i shall tuck my hair behind my ear. and when i wash it i shall pray(to whom im not sure as of yet) that my hair will miraculously fall into place and straighten itself, czo im too lazy to go all the way down to amara hotel to get em to straighten just that one bit of hair for me.(think abt it. 1 hour or more journey for 10 mins of hair straightening. it doesnt make any sense la) and i was talking to Sara Dj on the phone last night and.. what can i say?? she's so sweet, i love that girl *grinz* i lurrrve yew Sara!! *harx* anyways. i wanna talk abt the mrt. or at least, what i've observed on the mrt. or what i feel abt stuff that happens on it. here are several real-life and rather unfortunate(for moi) situations: Situation 1: kids bawling on the train. now, i know y'all know how much this annoys me. kids crying their hearts out on the train doesnt happen everyday, but these past few days, i've encountered a wailing kid on the train at least once each day. i mean, cmon, what're the statistics of that actually happening ej?? im just bloody unlucky, i reckon. these kids just cry and cry, their parents cant/wont stop em, and it just irks the hell outta me. i cant even tune em out when i turn up the volume on my discman.(which explains why im oging deaf these days) bloody brat. i fel like going up to the parents and telling em, "if you dont shut those brats up, i will." but i realise that thats quite a cliched line, so i dont bother. there was even this one kid that cried til he coughed, and i was thinking, "yea great, just cry and choke til you die." man im evil, but i cant help it, these kids just cant shut their bloody yaps. and strangely, all the wailers on the train are always the boys. spoilt and pampered, i tell you. harrumph. Situation 2: man digging ear on the train. i was on my way to harbourfront mrt for a glorious tanning session and the train was, as usual, not very full. i was sitting opposite this guy on the train who looked like he was in his 20s, and he was reading a file of notes. nothing special, right? there was nothing else to look at but him, so i was just sitting there stoning away, my eyes on his file.(ynoe how you gotta focus on a spot when yer spacing out? yeahh) and then, i see him dig his ear. i mean, thats better than picking yer nose, right? then the dude takes his finger outta his ear, and smells the earwax on his finger. over and over again, he'd pick his ear, smell the crap on his finger, maybe flick it away or rub it on his file(i hope that he's not gonna be submitting that file to anybody. if he does, i i pity the bloke thats gonna be flipping thru the pages). and im like thinking, "eww!!" the guy does this for like, 5 stops, man. he's barely even concentrating onthe contents of his file anymore, sniffing his own earwax is way more engaging. i know its rude, but i couldnt help staring at the guy. he's not just smelling his earwax, he's taking in deep breaths and sniffing it like a dog who smells cocaine in a luggage at the airport. mm. yummy. that just whet my appetite. i feel hungry now.. lunch please!! *dingding* Situation 3: starhub ads. ynoe how when the train pulls up at any station, there're all these huge ads on the wall opposite the platform? yeahh. well. there were all these starhub ads, and i've been thinking abt the starhub ads they play on the telly as well, and i've decided that they're all pretty damn sexist. no, really. think abt it. besides this one ad advertising starhub cable, and there's a couple asking for a good wedding date, and another ad for cable where this couple are thinking of using celebrity names to name their kid, the rest're sexist. its always the male who gets to do the talking, the girl's who's always the bloody sidekick. im talking abt 3 ads in particular, actually. 1)the one with the guy asking if its fair if he doesnt get to finish the sushi he buys, if he pays for more parking than he actually he parked for, and with birdcrap landing on his precious lime green volkswagon beetle(with his girlfriend looking pretty in the background). its the ad to show you that you get value for money with starhub. 2)the one with the dude receiving an mms with the 'hot new japanese hairstyle' and changing it to that, changing his hangout place to a club and looking cool, and playing mobile games with his chick(with his girlfriend looking pretty in the background). i think the ad's to tell you that you can get lotsa cool shite with starhub. 3)the one where the dude's bitching abt hos his sister, from young to now, always hogged everything.. the lego(you see him crying as he holds a small lego house and the girl sits in the background with a big lego house. see! even portrayed as kids, the female's in the background!!), the toilet, the phone. and then he says how, with starhub, they can have seperate coms.(with his sister looking pretty in the background) i dont know what that ad's sposed to advertise, actually. starhub cable.. i think. in all the ads, the female is merely a prop, to emphasize what the male is saying. thw guy does all the talking. the ads were so obviously done by a advertising group made up mostly of men. how infuriating. and i cant stand how in the 2nd ad, the girl kisses the guy like she's so happy to be with him. dya see the guy ever showing to the girl that he's happy to be with her?? NO!! those some might say that it isnt really that sexist, coz in the 2nd ad, the guy loses to the girl when they're playing a game on their mobile together, and he laughs happily. and in the 3rd ad, the sister has always been the one to gain while he was always on the losing end as they were growing up. but what im saying(and cant stand) is how the male is always the main star in the ad, while the female does nothing but look pretty, and doesnt get to utter a word. okayy so in the other 2 starhub ads the female gets to talk as much as the male does, but my point is, how come there's never an ad with the female as the star? sexist ads. bloody male chauvinist pigs.(i mean the advertising company) pffft. listening to: No More I Love Yous by Annie Lennox. this song's a classic, i love it.
spat vitriol @ 2:15 PM
xxx i havent smoked for exactly 30 days!! i know. what a deal. anyways. Phase One of Present Gig has been accomplished today. i got my mom to pay for my rebonding and i went today to get it done at amara hotel. sat there for 5 hours but i didnt feel tired at all. felt HUNGRY tho.. had a sub from subway after that.. and everything looks great(the hair, i mean. the sub was pretty too), just that i've been tempted for some time to get a fringe. a fringe. now that really is just a phase for most people. lemme name the pros and cons of the 'fringe' that i've obtained today. lets start with the cons, since dealing with bad stuff is my specialty. Cons 1)the fringe is only over my right side. fashionable for some, a lil retarded on me. 2)the fringe is a wee tad too long. ohh, make it too damn long. so its actually technically not really a fringe at all. its just hair thats cut to a shorter length. 3)the way the hairdresser cut it made my hair curl so i gotta go back tmr and force em to straighten it again using the straightening iron. Pros 1)its smth different. yeahh. wadever, dude. 2)the fact that its still halfway long, not here nor there, makes it easier for me to hide it and tuck it away than if it was really cut shorter than t'was. tho this reason really makes one wonder why i even had cut a 'fringe' at all.. which was why i was rather annoyed, y'see, coz i treasure wadever hair length i've got and i might as well not have cut a fringe at all. but as i was saying.. 3)the actual only 'good' thing to come outta all this is that when i tie my hair up my lonely bare forehead wont look so bloody naked. but other than that, wadever. the whole of my head's got straight hair(thats a shorter lenght coz the previous ends of my hair was super damaged beyond repair and the amount of split ends was incredible. im sure y'all could tell) cept for that lil bit over my right eye and a lil beyond that. bloody spastic. hairdresser better use the damn straightening iron on me with a vengence tmr i tell you. oh yeahh. and my hair's as dry as hell you could set my whole head alight wih just a flick of the lighter. however, if any of you out there try that, i'll torch yer house, possesions and family dog. if you've got a cat i'll adopt it. just thought i'd tell ya. so that was Part One of Present Gig. i really couldnt think of anything else that i could ask my mom to get for me besides a gameboy advance, and i'd much rather have my hair rebonded and my samsung E700. also, on sunday, i was sposed to meet Donovan after we were both done with the whole qing ming temple thang, but he got tied up with important stuff and couldnt meet me. and i was with my mom as she got her specs when he told me that he'd be tied up and all. so i decided that it'd be stupid if he only met me for a really short time frame so i told him that we needn't meet at all. i got mad, tho, even tho it wasnt his fault that we couldnt meet up. as in, quite pissed off, seriously. so i was at the specs shop with my mom as she tried on different frames and asked for my opinion and i told her they were all ugly(which they were, but i could've been nicer abt it, i was just venting my anger on her). and right in front of me in the glass case were all the specs on display, and i saw one i decided that i liked, i tried it on, got my eyes tested, and made my mom buy it for me. i know, im terrible, im a brat. but getting that pair of specs made(its a matt brown metallic frame, nothing big) for 300bucks(with my mom's money) made me feel a whole lot better and my anger at the whole Donovan-being-unable-to-meet-me episode just faded away into obscurity coz 1)i was getting smth new 2)t'was smth that wasnt cheap. and i thought to myself, "wow! retail therapy DOES work!!" but then immediately after the thoughts were that, no, actually, retail therapy doesnt work ALL the time. it doesnt work if yer out to buy smth(probably expensive) to make you feel better and you cant find a single damn thing and you get even more pissed off. it doesnt work when you head out to the shops to get smth new and you find smth(probably expensive) but you dont exactly fall in love with it and you get more frustrated coz, damn this shite, this isnt what you WANT. and it doesnt work when you wanna buy smth and all you can get is some cheap, lousy alternative. as opposed to an expensive, lousy alternative, i spose its better for the health of yer wallet in the long run. so. best retail therapy happens when you get smth you dont expect to get but yet you like the item you(or yer parent/spouse/friend/mate/whoever) are purchasing. it might be cheap, it might be expensive, but i gotta admit that it feels a lil better when its expensive. my poor mumsie('s wallet). so thats Phase Two. my new specs. i know, its kinda geeky, its a fundamental, basic Need instead of a Want, and people dont really consider Needs as proper presents as compared to Wants. but like i said, it dont matter la, wadever ynoe? just get it la. once i collect my specs, Phase Two shall be complete. and when the E700 has been purchased, all three phases shall be over and done with. joy. wah lau. i've been looking and examining my fringe and i really dont know what to do with it. cut it shorter? let it grow? tuck it away? wadever. by the way, im back up on msn and online, so anyone can add me. check in with the email addy on the left sidebar. toodle-oo!
spat vitriol @ 2:30 AM
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Sunday, April 11, 2004 yesterday was Good Friday!! not that its any of my concern, actually.. i went tanning by myself at sentosa again and i got myself the sentosa membership thang. pay 15 bucks and get a unlimited entry for a year. renewal of membership is 12 bucks. i mean, seriously, this is dirt cheap shite man. and at night i met Kevin.. man i havent seen that bloke for bloody yonks.. it felt really good to see him after months and months. we went to Dbl O and sat there drinking and chatting the night away. i had 2 beers, he had 2 brandys(brandies..?), and we just caught up on old times(and new times). we sat there for like, 3 hours and the time just flew, i swear. i guess it happens when you dont meet people for frickin ages and when you meet em again, its like a 'WOW!! we've got SO much to talk abt! its incredible!' kinda thang ynoe. and after that he dropped me off in a cab in town, and there i hung out with Sidney tinks and Sara DJ til 4.30am. damn late i swear. saw Gekpuay, El Paulo, Mark 6 and Kenneth too. end of yesterday. i woke up this morning at 9+am coz i went tanning with my darling Ednaaaaaaaa. oo!! i love that girl to bits!! she says that i bring out the bimbo in her. do i really? do i really Edna na na?? that girl's got the new 7200, but of course i still prefer the samsung E700.(and my mom's gonna get it for me for my bday, too. alrighty then) we just tanned the afternoon away, and we giggled and talked and everything.. that was really super cool. its just bloody lovely meeting up with old friend and having a ball with em, seriously. *grinz* and after tanning i met Sara DJ, Sidney tinks, Ivan smooshy marshmallow, Amanda, Diana, Jarrod da jie and Shuping in town and we hung out. t'was pretty cool la. i was basically acting the fool and sticking this hot pink post-it note on my head(the note was for Amanda to stick in her diary to remind her that i owe her money). i'd written on it in chinese "owe money pay money" and i acted like one of those sad people who borrow money from loansharks but are never able to return the cash coza the high interest rate. so basically, i acted damn sad la, and we took photos. then i acted like a zombie, and we took some more pics. alotta stupid pics la basically. of moi. muahaha. bloody retarded, but frickin entertaining for the whole family. rated [PG] coz of strong language used tho. anyways. we also took a pic of all our arms. mainly Sara, Sidney, Amanda, Diana and my arms.. coz all of us have got different arm colours.. im even darker than Sidney now man!! only Shuping's darker than me man. she's the Royal Queen Of Darkness la. *harx* but yea so anyways. i dont know why, but alluva sudden i noticed that when i was in town and all today, alotta malays were looking at me. i'd say checking me out, but that'd sound like too much of a compliment. i've nothing against malays, trust me, i've got some really good friends who're malays. but it seemed to me that today, of all days, they'd be looking at me. just looking la. mebbe a glance. that kinda thing. weird. then later on, one of Sidney's friends asked her if i was malay.. so i guess that kinda solves the lil puzzle of why i was so 'looked at' today. blah blah. wadever. so anyway.. Jarrod da jie sent Shuping, Sidney, Sara(wah lau everybody's names start with S cept for mine. im.. unique!! *grinz*) and i home.. seriously.. reminded me of the past when Chang kor drove me and Kian-u around in his god bro's bmw and then we wound down the windows, blasted the music, stuck our heads outta the music, waved at passing cars, shouted and sang.. t'was just fun. ynoe. stupid fun, but still fun. *sighh* good times la. anyways. t'was the exact same thing today, just that Jarrod was the designated driver this time, and t'was Shuping and me going mad la. fucking retarded but fucking fun la. i spose we all crave for some, any, form of variation in our lives and it comes as these.. with the car speeding, Kelis blasting and we sticking our heads and limbs outta the windows. fun. and now im home. im burnt, i hope i dont start moulting anytime soon. crappin hell. bday's around the corner, i cant afford to shed skin this week man.. dang it.. im listening to the cd Shuping burnt for me.. she's so nice haha.. thanks Shuping!! you sweet burnt girl!! *harx* i'll see y'all soon, we'll all hang out, and like Jarrod says, we'll "have a ball"!! *chuckle* im pretty damn tired man. havent been getting adequate sleep these past few days.. urks.. gotta go pray and all with my mom for qing ming tmr and meet Donovan after that.. HELLBOY!!! aye.. tlaking to Sara on the phone now.. cant multitask.. g'night y'all.
spat vitriol @ 3:49 AM
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Friday, April 09, 2004 i had work again tonight and i ended work at 11pm. after that i hung out with Sara Dj, Sidney tinks and Jarrod dajie at.. where else.. lido macs. Gekpuay and Diana hung out with us too, but not for very long. and i saw my cousin Matthew there too! he actually didnt see me but i saw his back and a lil bit of his profile and i shouted, "Matthew!!" i was really happy to see him coz he's a nice guy. ynoe, the one who's all smart and fit and all-rounded. i went up to him and i said, "gimme a hug!" and he was so shy, so cute, he smiled and said, "dont want!" hahaha.. shite.. bloody amusing. i mean, to me la. so yea. idle chat for awhile, and then i went back to my table. he was with a whole table of guys lor. those alpha males. and Jarrod dajie did alotta funny shit man. he twirled his hair out and posed lil a pretty girl for my camera. he also did some funky(i believe that the word is subjective *harx*) dance moves, which i also caught on camera. ah hell.. he's one funny dude man.. im glad he's my da4 jie4.. aye SHUPING!! Jarrod damn funny la!! you lucky girl!! i mean.. ynoe.. umm.. nothing? *smirx* well.. the bunch of us didnt hang out too long at lido macs either.. we popped the joint at abt 1.30am i think. and then i came home, washed my hair, msged Donovan, talked to Sara on the phone, msned Sidney, checked out crap online, listened to the radio.. im a bloody pro multi-tasker y'all.. where's the applause, yo?! and i gotta steal a few winks now.. im still sleep-deprived. and im meeting Kevin tmr i think, i havent seen him in bloody ages coz he's been busy with the army and tennis competitions. or was it swimming competitions? okayy wadever. and then i shall ask him who's the latest lil plaything he's caught up with now. *chuckle* aight, toodles~!
spat vitriol @ 4:04 AM
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Thursday, April 08, 2004 afternoon, sweeties. this is the earliest i've been up in a long while.(if i aint tanning or going off to work la, ynoe) i had work yesterday, and after that i went home, changed into clubbing gear, and met Erwin for dinner. he's started buying the Sandman graphic novel since i last met him coz i told him Sandman rocks everybody's(who's read it) socks off. we ate dinner(more like HE ate, i just bnibbled on a mos cookie and koped his fries). then we walked around awhile, and coz there were alotta kiddies from the police academy out(like Erwin, he's one of em) i'd point at em and exclaim loudly, "hey Erwin!! yer friends!!!" but ynoe, they arent actually his friends, they're just people from the police academy as well. soon we'd bump into a few of em over and over again and then they'd point at erwin and it'd be their turn to exclaim loudly, "hey, my friend!!" and i'd say, "yeahh! yer friend, Erwin!" he got so malu-ated man. cheap thrill for me la. so then he had to go off back to the police academy or wadever. and then i went clubbing with Sara DJ and Sidney tinks. we drank beer at the kopitiam first, buying each other bottles. Nabil and Sharil sat with us. its such a small world, but Sharil's the ex of one of my female friends and i'd actually met him once like, 3 years ago and didnt like him coz i was on the side of the ex-boyfriend(Dasson) of my female friend. then we went into phuture, i didnt expect to end up with so many people, but we did. like: Jensen, Clarence, Nabil, Sharil, Rama, Gekpuay, her sister(i so couldnt catch her name.. isit Gek Ping? Gek Ting?), Edmund, Jeremy, El Paulo, Amanda, Chelsea.. and of coucrse Sara and Sidney la. i saw Edwin there once again, he always looks half-stoned, and ocne again Sascha twinny wasnt there. i also met Syafiq and Najib there too, and Syafiq was like, "what sia maddie! every week i see you here la!" hahaha.. liek i said, its always good seeing my polymates. anyways. besides the beer i drank at the kopitiam, i only had a sip of Jensen's bacardi and a bottle of Edmund of E33 that Edmund bought for me. he bought Sid and Sara a bottle each, too. i didnt get high or wadever, but lets just say that my spirits felt uplifted. Sid's heels were hurting her so she actually took em off but no worries, i think Nabil was holding em for her. *evil chuckle* heheheheh. and Sara's heels were killing her too. but my heels were fine and i danced the entire night away. the music was considerably alot better than last week at phuture so i was grateful for THAt, too. i danced til my leg muscles cramped a lil, til they hurt, and at the end of the night when i walked outta zouk, my legs were a lil wobbly. but of course, i've got too much poise to let anybody see THAT. anyways. at the end of the night, Sid and i got into Jensen's car, and Sara got into Clarence's car *cough* and we all went to eat chicken rice at river valley. i didnt feel that hungry, but i just kept eating. crappy food, but i still ate. and Jensen told me that when i was dancing at phuture i was damn drama mama, doing all those actions and everything heh. you gotta see it yerself la ynoe. and then we all went home. and er.. it took a lil longer for me to direct Jensen to my house from Sid's place coz i didnt know how to. so eseentially, i didnt do alotta directing, i just did alotta "oh!" and "errmm.." and "oh shit! i think.. mm.." and then Jensen would havta reverse and go onto another road. he says that he's used to it from other people already, this is nothing. ynoe. this kinda thing that shows that i dont know how to go home despite living at my current state of residence for 8 or 9 years. i so suck. and Jensen asks me when im gonna get my driving licence. pssh.. yeahhh right, dude.. well. anyways. i bought another bottle of perfume again yesterday so im slowly but surely going broke. i definitely wont last til when i get my next pay.(its so far awayyyyyy.. ..) so im actually really looking for another job now. like, thru the classifieds. but everything's so vague and ambiguous and sound so suspicious that it annoys me. i'd actually called up a few of those companies before to check em out first and it never ceases to irk me the way they wont reveal anything much but yet ask you to go down to their place for a bloody interview and you've gotta look for the damn place in the hot, burning sun in yer interview clothes, pouring off buckets of sweat and cursing all the way. not that i've actually gone down, of course. and no more classified ads for me. so yea. i spose i'll ask Jenny for more info abt her job at the irish pub and mebbe if everything sounds feasible enough i'll work there.. if they even need extra help.. plus i was sposed to go tanning today anc i'd actually collapsed into bed after i'd bathed and all at abt 5.40am(leaving the living room lights, room lights and radio on) and i hadnt even set the alarm clock. but i awoke with a start this morning, realising that i was sposed to go tanning, and i realised that i'd only woken up half an hour later(10.30am) than the stipulated time and i realised that wow! i woke up witout the aid of an alarm clock after a night of clubbing and i didnt even get up THAT much later! i totally rule! and then i told myself that for being such a pro, i could afford another 15mins of sleep, and then i conked out for 2 hours and 45 mins. im too pro la, ynoe. but i pacified myself by telling myself that it aint that great a day for tanning anyways, its a lil cloudy. wadever. im going tmr. and the day after that man. wadever it takes to make a bronze-skinned gorgeous goddess!!.. er. i mean, waever it takes to get me tanned. and i've got work later from 6 to 10.. at least i'll be able to make it home in time for The OC!! yeahh. gotta go read webcomics now. bye y'all. have a nice day. legs.. still aching.. listening to: Til I Get Over you by Michelle Branch. i love this song to bits. i dont understand how one radio channel can say that its a new song when its been playing on the other radio channel for bloody yonks. owell. minute discrepancies, who cares, as long as they play the song.
spat vitriol @ 2:52 PM
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Wednesday, April 07, 2004 i caught The Passion Of The Christ on sunday night with Donovan. i spose it lives up to its somewhat infamous reputation of being an overly gory movie that doesnt go too deeply into the life of Jesus Christ. of course, its only 2 hours, how much of even YOUR life can we condense into 2 hours right? ignore this sentence if yer a really boring person or if you've led a really boring life. okayy.. the movie was a lil.. heart-wrenching. i cried at 2 bits, well, more like teared(there's a big humongous gigantic difference). the 1st time i teared was when Jesus was getting his body whipped up by the roman soldiers as his punishment. omg. seriously, majorly, OUCHH. you could feel his pain.. smoewhat.. ynoe.. t'was close enough. the 2nd time i teared.. i cant exactly remember when t'was, what with my memory being so screwed up and all and me not being on my medication.. but i think t'was the time Jesus was carrying(more life dragging, really) the cross during the lil procession and Mother Mary came up to him. i think t'was that time.. cant remember.. wadever. and i had work today. wadever that, too. the important thing is that i got my Mango top exchanged for a size S(yea yea, screw the fact that im not an XS already, will ya). and i bought a white belt with people's faces printed on it in black. i couldnt decide between the red or the white one, but thanks to Sara DJ, Sidney tinks and the shop owner, i decided to get the white one. plus, i bought a sling bag with cartoon monkey heads printed all over the damn thing. you've got the same smiling ape, but wearing black or red caps backwards like the american baseball fans of the 80s. its a simply ridiculous bag, but i had to have it once i saw it. i bought both the bag and belt from the same shop in far east. im starting to like far east alot. its got alotta funky shite there, yo.i like funky shite. im starting to really like monkeys too. if i dont, explain my amusement with my pink macdonald's monkey(besides the fact that its pink), the monkey bag i bought today and the paul frank pouch that im using now. and paul frank is quite, quite passe and yet im starting to fall in love with paul frank. actually, more like Julius the Monkey. man, i'd never name my kid Julius. what a faggoty name. so. anyways. im working tmr again. im not exactly happy coz im not getting as many slots at work as i'd like to. i mean, the money i keep spending on stuff has gotta come from SOMEwhere ynoe. and i unfortunately dont happen to just be printing money outta my ass. i need more work dammit!! if anyone could get me another job i sure would 'preciate it, mister und missus. HELLBOY's coming out and i seriously, seriously cannot wait for it!! of course, i'll havta wait, no matter what, so i shall, albeit a tad impatiently. hellboy is so bloody fucking cool man. bloody awesome. spiderman.. wot? batman.. old fart! superman.. so passe. rescus rangers.. you gotta be kiddin me right? 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SO COOL!!! and yer gonna agree with me!! by the way, have you heard Clay Aiken's new single 'Solitaire'? i mean, im not a fan of the dude, and if i could i'd change the channel on the radio every damn time any song of his pops up(unplesasnt surprise each time, i tell you) coz to me, they're just bloody piss boring. and that warbling of his, urgh.. every song's the same! christ.(pardon the pun, if you will, thank you) but wow. its amazing. 'Solitaire' truly surpasses every other single by being the most dreary and unimaginative song ever sung. i never thought that it'd be possible for me to actually really strongly dislike a song as much as i do 'Solitaire'. i mean, of course there're times when i dont like songs, but this one.. im just amazed that its even allowed on the radio at all. it bores me to tears, i swear. every note is dragged out, the lyrics incredibly dumbassed, and of course there's the typical Clay Aiken warbling. the song should be BANNED from having any airplay on the radio at all. i mean, cmon, the number of traffic accidents will be on the rise coz drivers everywhere will be falling asleep at the wheel when the song comes on. the death toll will rise, the economy will crumble, humanity will cease to exist.. and all because of one piss boring lousy song!! BAN SOLITAIRE(the song)!! aieeeeee..!!!! so yea. i gotta go now. work at 12pm tmr. *yawnn* i hope that there're customers or i'll be bored as hell.(but not as bored if i hear 'Solitaire') ynoe what. i think blasting 'Solitaire' into a terrorist's ears 24/7 will drive him insane and he'll spill wadever info the police wants coz he knows he'll go mad if he hears that Clay Aiken trill just.. one.. more.. time.. okayy gonna go. i love y'all. *muacks* listening to: Somewhere Only We Know by Keane.
spat vitriol @ 1:15 AM
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Sunday, April 04, 2004 im waiting for Donovan to pick me up so i decided to blog. i would've gone to town myself(heyy, im an independent woman, what can i say?) but its raining bloody heavily so i cant.(heyy, independent women dont carry uncool umbrellas out aight) but anyways. i just wanted to say how RED i am today. please, dont think off the straight path here yea? i mean that im just in this completely Red Zone today. first off, im wearing my red mango shirt. my new red mango shirt. my new red mango shirt thats a size too small.(damn i knew i wasnt an XS) im gonna get it exchanged after im done wearing it today and washing it. i'd return it today but i dont wanna pull the shirt off my head and get my makeup on my shirt and lipstick in my eyes. also, it smells of perfume and i dont really wanna return it like that. you ask me incredulously, "dont tell me you only realised that yer shirt was too small for you only after you'd put on all yer makeup and perfume? how slow are you maddie??" and i'll reply, "yes, i am ashamed, i only realised that my shirt was too small for me only after i'd put on all my makeup and perfumy. i am very very slow." *sniff* so anyways. and im wearing my *mainly* red ol skool adidas jacket over my red mango top. also, my paul frank purse is red. and the case that i've decided to put Donovan's phone in to protect it from any further injury(did i say "further"? i didnt mean "further", no i didnt, nup nup) is black with these chinese designs on it.. so, im in the Red Zone today. britney may just be in the zone, but it sure dont compare to being in the Red Zone. hardcore XXX aight Donovan just msged me to tell me that he's on the way. and i may get Zero 7's new album.. cant remember the title of the album tho.. smth 'place' smth.. memory.. goin crazy.. rarrrgghh.. listening to: Naughty Girl by Beyonce.
spat vitriol @ 4:38 PM
xxx its pretty damn annoying man. Sara DJ just told me just now that my previous post aint showing. bloody bleedy blogger bugger. aint alliteration dandy?? *grinz* but anyways. i had work yesterday.. Jolene and Shupz came to visit us, so cute! haha.. but Gekpuay and i worked 10 hours together.. its bloody tiring at the end of the day man seriously. legs aching.. mind spacing out.. whooooo.. and as for today, i went to sentosa to tan alone. im HOW brave right.. i know i know la.. no need to tell me la.. really.. (heh actually Sidney tinks has gone tanning on her own gajillions of times.. im an amateur compared to her) t'was pretty good actually. i just do my own shit and i dont havta accomodate anybody. dont get me wrong, i like tanning with other people, its fun to have somebody to talk(or bitch. or gossip. wadeevr rocks yer boat ynoe) with and company's great when it gets hot and boring. but when im alone, i really REALLY can just do my own shite.. ynoe what i mean.. ynoe ynoe.. mebbe i wont do this every time i go to tan, im not some beach hermit after all *hawhaw* but today it felt especially good, perhaps coz i got alone time for quite a few hours and i got *half* a tan doing it. kill 2 birds with 1 stone, as they saw.(just wondering, if you were ambidextrous, does it mean that you can kill 4 birds with 2 stones?) and after tanning i went to town to meet Sara DJ. we bumped into Marcus and his nice friend Elizabeth and we all sat down and had a nice talk. and then they left, and Ivan smooshy marshmallow came along to join us. then Diana came to meet us later, too. people came and went, but this was the main group: Sara DJ da jie, Diana, Jeremy, Shuping, Jarrod da jie and Sidney tinks. Marcus came and went alot. yeahh.. i've got 2 Da Jies now.. i find it amusing, really. Sara Ann Chia is my da jie.. like she could ever advise me on anything.. *mmph!* just kidding. she's a wise OLD sage, she is. *smirx* and Jarrod's my da jie too, i dont know how it came abt but its pretty damn funny coz he acts all faggoty. Jeremy's throne has been usurped, somebody call the guards! i didnt go for Clifford bro's party at Rav and i feel a tad guilty abt it, but i think it went alright, so its all cool. i think. umm. and i bumped into Dan da man in town. i swear, its really good meeting the polymates in town from time to time. i also saw Cherie, and we talked. i mean, i havent seen her since we graduated from scgs like 3 years ago? she's got hot pink streaks in her hair. everyone does. Joycelyn does. even this girl on the street today. three: thats quite a big number since hot pink streaks in hair isnt exactly a common choice among the mundane sporeans. anyways. i bought more stuff today.. like this Mango top. i tell my friends(and myself) that i bought it for school, but actually i bought it coz i was just itching to buy smth and the red Mango tee was decent-looking and bloody affordable. then Diana wanted to go to far east to get her skirt altered, and there i bought this 2nd-hand adidas jacket. i picked it out, Sara DJ(i just realised that DJ could stand for Da Jie as well.. how convenient!!) confirmed that it looked good(so dont take too much credit for the jacket aight Sara sweetheart!), and i bought it. t'was very extremely affordable, plus its pretty ol skool. i quite love it. too bad the weather's just too frickin hot these days for me to wanna wear it anytime soon. mebbe in the movies. helloooooo Donovan!! we're gonna be watching alot more movies when we go out!! anyways. Jarrod dajie and i were making plans for everybody to just go out and eat on-ee. ynoe, that yam dessert. that is, seriously, bloody bloody good shite. i adore on-ee. during chinese new year, some cousins left earlier, so Matthew cuz and i walloped like, 4 bowls each. hardcore XXX anyways. i cant wait. on-ee!! mmmm.. yummm.. *slobber* and as i was telling Shuping&Jarrod just now, i woke up one slobbering all over my hand. i dont know why. i cant remember what i was dreaming abt.. hopefully i wasnt dreaming abt eating human meat, coz i've dreamt abt that before. owell. and i was at the bus stop at ck tangs just now waiting to take my nightrider. i was sitting on the last seat at the bus stop, and the only other people there were these two young ladieez sitting on the seat in front of mine. i was plugged into the radio and i was completely tuned out to my surroundings, just *im*patiently waiting for my bloody bus. and i noticed that there was this man standing next to me, but i didnt pay any attention to him, actually. but then it got a tad weird, coz i was sitting pretty still and his arm brushed on my shoulder. that was when i tuned back to Planet earth and became aware of my surroundings(the Sense Of Touch is such a marvellous thing). and i realised that the bugger was standing frickin close to me. and im like thinking, "wtf man. the whole bus stop is bloody big and he must stand so fucking close to me." i mean, think abt it y'all. if he wants to stand around my area so that he can see the bus number better, el no problemo. but stand SO close to me that his arm can actually brush my shoulder?? thats how damn close he was standing to me. that prick. the bu stop is big for a reason ynoe, asshole. so i started holding onto my paper bag coz i was really paranoid that he'd kope my precious adidas jacket and run and then i'd die. no wait, correction, he'd die. and i also clenched one of my fists so that in case he wanted to touch me, i'd punch his fucking lights out. or break his nose, wadever. en passant, i've always been intrigued by that whole thing abt how you can kill a person just by punching his nose straight up coz the bones in the nose break off and pierce the person's skull. frankly, i think thats just amazing. its such a quick and effective way of killing a person. but apparantly you need a decent amount of strength to carry off that feat so, i guess it'll be a No-Go for me. anyways. so i was listening to my music, holding onto my paper bag with my right hand and clenching my fist with my left, and still the guy didnt push off. seriously ynoe, some people are just such dipshits. then the guy said smth to me, but i ignored him and pretended to be listening to my music. which i was. then he kinda touched my shoulder and asked me for the time. so i gave him the bloody time. then he showed me his watch, which was one of those that you had to turn a lil dial if you wanted to adjust the time. he asked me if i knew how to adjust his watch coz he didnt know how to. i said No immediately, but im thinking, "okay this guy is either 1)really bad with pink-up lines 2)a maniac waiting to burst and i dont know wadahell he's got planned or 3)just so fucking stupid that he cant even adjust the bloody time for his watch." and the moron couldnt take a hint ynoe. he asked me again if i could adjust the time for him coz he couldnt, and i said, "im sorry, no i dont know how to." i mean, cant you tell when not to freak a girl out, mister? and he kept asking if i could adjust the time on his bloody watch, and i insisted that i didnt know how to. i was also thinking that if i took his watch to adjust(the watch looked pretty old and worthless), the bugger would steal my paper bag with my adidas jacket in it. MY adidas jacket okayy. please note that i rejected his requests nicely and smiled the whole time i was rejecting him. so the guy didnt bother me for awhile and i was thinking, "okay this isnt so bad, if anything happens, there're those 2 ladieez in fronta me." and what should happen but those 2 got tired of waiting for the nightrider and hailed a cab. i swear, i thought to myself right there and then, "omg, im alone, im dead(perhaps literally) if this guy does anything to me." and when they left, he asked me again to adjust his bloody goddamn watch for him. i seriously felt like freaking out. i mean, this guy really cant take a hint ynoe? seriously, if t'was in the day and everything, i'd gladly attempt to adjust his watch for him. but cmon, its 12.30am and im alone at the bus stop, stuck with this freak who stands so damn close to me that he can touch me without barely moving a muscle when he's got the entire bus stop to stand around at. Amanda would understand the Personal Space thing, and t'was so incredibly applicable right there and then man. i mean, for propriety's sake, just bugger off and leave me alone, ynoe. well anyways. my nightrider soon came and i rushed up the bus coz i was genuinely a lil creeped out by this dude(who had a filipino accent, i dont know if that implies anything) and i was kinda worried he'd come up the bus with me but he didt. i actually breathed out a sigh of relief when he didnt follow me up the bus man. adjust his watch for him coz he couldnt.. pssh.. wadever dude! you cant even stand a metre away from me(dynoe how short a meter is?) and you want me to adjust yer watch for you?? and NO i will not give him a break y'all. he creeped me out, yo. and i gotta talk abt my wisdom tooth. gotta keep the world updated coz its so interesting and exciting. whoo! the growth of my wisdom tooth!! so. 1)its still growing, and i still think that the entire process is quite exciting and that my wisdom tooth is adorable. now i know how pregnant women can think that their unborn babies are so adorable when all they can see is a splotch on the screen when the gynae checks em out. 2)the dentist has taken an x-ray of my teeth before, wayy before my wisdom tooth started to grow. i dont know why he took the x-ray, but i went to see the dentist coz i was grinding my teeth and all that. basically, the dentist saw my wisdom teeth hiding in my gums and said that i'll probably havta extract em all if they ever grew out coza the way they were placed. 3)my tooth currently only aches a lil. however, Shuping's wisdom tooth is fully grown but still aches from time to time, and aches so badly that she cant even eat. so painful. *erks* and Jarrod dajie has had his wisdom tooth extracted and.. this is the kinda scary bit.. he had to have 6 injections before they extracted his wisdom tooth, which was a surgical operation that lasted an hour. wow. i am so looking forward to that. wheee!!!!! i told him that i just wanna see how much my tooth can grow out and how painful it can get before i really havta go and get it extracted but he said that it'll be too late by then, it'll be hurting like a bitch by then. i take on yer challenge, wisdom tooth. you dont scare me!! but the 6 injections do.. hell.. anyways. im meeting Donovan later on today(coz today's technically sunday, ynoe ynoe) so i think i'll pop off to bed soon. the only reason im online is coz 1)i wanna attempt to rectify the whole blooger-screwing-up situation and 2)i washed my hair and im waiting for it to dry. gonna buy more stuff tmr. mebbe i'll buy my mom's Mothers' Day pressie and her bday pressie(its in may, too. bye bye money) now coz 1)i wont havta worry abt the rpessies when the time actually rolls around 2)i wont spend my money on anymore wasteful stuff. but im rooting more for Number (1) than Number (2) la ynoe. coz i dont really spend my cash on anything wasteful.. i mean, ynoe.. like.. umm.. ynoe, nowadays, i dont la.. yarr.. mm.. yup. yup, i dont. yup.(you say it only for self-confirmation, maddie. tsk tskk.) by the way, have you heard? enrique Iglesias is coming to town and i dont give a fuck. aight. gonna sleep soon. screw the wet hair. bad hair day later on la thats all. ugh. so what's new..? listening to: Just Because by Jane's Addiction.
spat vitriol @ 3:33 AM
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Friday, April 02, 2004 i had work yesterday afternoon at FOTT working with Sidney tinks, and then Sara DJ came down, and from 4.30pm to 7.30pm we gave out FOTT vouchers at raffles. i never actually thought that i'd be doing such a thing since i'd always regarded it as degrading and meaningless work. unfortunately(for me), money's a motivating factor, and since FOTT offered to pay me *very* slightly more to give out vouchers, i agreed to do it. i wasnt doing anything anyway, earn money la, ynoe ynoe. it aint easy work, as im sure y'all know. even if you've never given out flyers/vouchers/ wadever in yer entire life to earn an extra buck, im sure you can tell(unless yer bloody blind) that it aint easy doing such work. how many times have you walked past the poor bastards standing out there, possibly in the hot sun, giving out these crappy pieces of paper that 90% of you dont even give half a rat's ass abt eh? Sid managed to give her stack out the fastest(coz she's so cute all guys and girls'd just take anything from her ynoe ynoe), i was in the middle, and Sara was.. errrhhh.. the slowest. but lets not dwell on how sloowwwwww Sara was *harx*. after giving out those vouchers and tall Eric bought us ice cream from mac's to reward us for our hot and tiring slavery, we went home, changed, and then we headed down to zouk. i was with Sara DJ, Sidney tinks, Clarence and Shuping&Jarrod(they come as a pair to me now, conjoined twins glued at the hip.. its so schweeeeeet). yeahh!! i can finally spell his name!! YEAHHH!!!! i totally rock. on my way to zouk Chai and Eldon saw me(Chai was driving) so they sent me there too, but not after picking up Jan, Pris and Kensukeeee. t'was good seeing em all and crapping around with em i swear. once i hit zouk tho i seperated from em, and i stayed with Sara DJ&co. we didnt drink too much, and unfortunately the music at phuture wasnt too rawkin. i saw Edwin there, Sascha twinny was at home.. too bad.. it would've been nice to see him. i met Celine too, i only met her coz the dude she was dancing with was digging his shoulder into Clarence's back. i turned around and ta-daa! t'was her! so i just told her that her guy was invading our space and they moved a lil. and then i bumped into Chai&co at phuture.. they were dancing alomost right next to our group! i thought that they'd be at zouk. but anyway, after i said hi to em(again) and all i turned back to Sara&co and Chai just started messing my hair. like, rub rub rubbing my head for like 4 seconds. i got kinda pissed off so i turned around and grabbed the front of his shirt and i think Kensuke thought that i was gonna punch Chai or smth so he held me back tight(go figure, as if i'd ever ever punch Chai) but.. i think i ripped a lil of Chai's shirt, i felt it(def not heard it) rip. owell. i bet he's gonna wear his shirt out the next time and he wont know that its ripped til somebody tells him, "heyy Chai you've got a huge hole in yer shirt where yer armpit is." and then he'll figure out that i tore it(it'll probably be weeks later til he wears that shirt again) and he'll think, "oohh.. maddie.. that bitch.." but he's really really nice, so he wont say anything. besides, he's got loads of other shirts. and its happened before, that hole-in-the-armpit-shirt thang. Dasson and all of us were at Chai's place and Chai was wearing some chappalang shirt. and then he raised his arm and there was this HUGEass hole where his armpit was. and Janmeet and i were jacking Chai la ynoe, asking him if he needs aeration in that particular area or smth. man.. i miss those guys.. anyways. Shuping&Jarrod, Sara Dj, Sid and i just danced at phuture, and i seriously felt like smashing the bloody dj on the head man. the mf'er was playing crappy music, at times just drum&bass, and when he DID play good songs, he only played a chorus, or a vewrse or two. i got pretty annoyed with him, i'd just watch him spin shitty songs on the lil telly screen on the wall at phuture, and picture myself clubbing his head with a baseball bat and him dropping to the floor and they'd get their resident dj to spin and it'd be good. i just hope the dj spinning wasnt the resident dj. anyway hor. the company was pretty good last night tho. i like clubbing with this bunch. there was this one point when i was just dancing and then whooop! i was in the air!! my brain was like, "whoah why am i in the air?" but turns out that Jarrod had just lifted me right up and he was carrying me and i was just swayin to the beat and doing the peace sign. everybody was looking at me, and i was doin the Peace sign. with both hands. how much more retarded could i look balls? and then he carried me again later on. i so did not anticipate it man! okayy la Jarrod.. its ACKNOWLEDGED la.. yer Mr Muscle Man la.. (Shuping i know yer reading this! go tell Jarrod he's Mr Muscle Man k?? *harx* he's your Mr Muscle Man!!) and after zouk the bunch of us went to newton to eat. Sara and i got into Clarence's car while Shuping&Jarrod got into, well, Jarrod's car. my murtabak cost me 5bucks. i didnt spend a cent the whole night(thanks to Jarrod for buying us all lychee martinis! cheers!) and then i go to supper and spend 5 bucks and a measley, ugly, unappetising, fattening murtabak. you did good not eating that murtabak Shuping. no wonder yer so frickin thin! arghh! by the time i got home and all t'was like, 4+am or smth, and then i talked to Sara DJ on the phone before collapsing into bed at 5+am. and then i still had work today. woww. yippee. whoo. whee. fuck man. more voucher distribution for me! Sidney was sposed to work with me too but i think she was too smashed from last night so she didnt come in today. i was like, half an hour late for work but t'was alright la. after work i cashed my cheque, came home, bathed and collapsed into bed *once again* at 5pm and conked out for 4 straight hours. and i've just been moving in slo-mo after 9pm, watching telly and talking to Sara Dj and eating cheezels. i like cheezels. they're so cheezy. mm. mmmm. my brain is, like, fucking slow today la. i was bloody shagged at work and i gotta get to bed soon, im working a full shift tmr, and i start at bloody 11am. man. the only reason why sort Eric gave me more shifts this week is coz im working on friday night this week. which is, technically, later today. and its good, coz money is always good, im not complaining but it can get tiring especially when i gotta give out vouchers and what-have-you. i think that i should get paid more for giving em out, seriously. Sara, Sidney and i all should get paid more. *sighh* gotta go to bed now. im such a lifeless piece of crap i swear. mebbe i'll hit the beach on saturday and get my well-deserved tan. i really really need it. even short Eric could tell that my tan had faded, thats how bad it is. *shudder* i stand next to Shuping and Sidney and i feel like a ghost. i wonder how Sara feels.. *chuckle* just kidding babe, im just kidding. Sara's super tanned la, she's as dark as charcoal la. seriously. wah. hardcore tanned la. *smirx* g'night y'all. *yawwnnn* i feel like such a grown-up sleeping so early man. i have left my youth behind. old age and senile dementia is hot on my heels(or as fast as they can move). listening to: My Band by D12 and Eminem. i LOVE this song to bloody bits!!!! its bloody hilarious and its still sing-along-able. the ENTIRE song rawwwwkks. ynoe how there're some songs you just listen to coz you like the chorus and you cant wait for the verses to be over? well, this aint one of em sweetheart, the whole damn song rocks. "these chicks dont even know the name of my band but they're all on me like they wanna hold hands coz once i blow they'll know that i be the man all be-cause im the lead singer of my band."
spat vitriol @ 1:25 AM
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