caught new police story todayyy ( think thts what its called). not bad actually ... one of the best jackie chan films i've ever caught. not much of a fan, but i guess i sorta am now.
sch wuz just slack as fuck, wif good and bad news being dispensed. not tht it really matters rite noww ... same old same old.
this is what happens when yer a single second late to change yer msn status to "away" mode. you end up talkin to too many goddamn pple you really wish you nv accepted on yer contact list. or pple whom you gladly accepted due to lack of prior knowledge of how fucking annoying they can be. yak yak yak . dont they ever get tired ? i'm pooped.
anyways, whining and complaining wont get anyone anywhere. so if you wanna achieve zilch, just go rite on doin the waltz in yer living room and wallowing in self pity fer like the next 100 years and you'll be fine. you can proudly say you've achieved yer lifetime goal. pfft.
overloaded.
lookin forward to yet another wasteful day in sch. the only thing left to entice me is probably the fact i missed out on roti prata today. zombies galore.
i've been on the loose fer 2 days straight ! nicenice. good to be out. caged animals go a lil berserk after some time. more moolah wasted on alcohol and ear-splitting muzak. nono i'm not complaining. i'd take anythg as long as its not sitting at home listening to my mom and her middle-aged crap. got plans lined up fer the weekend ... well whats left of it. have mysteriously become addicted to orange juice ... freshly squeezed by my mother. nv knew it took up like 3 oranges to squeeze one pathetic cup. oh well, its healthy aint it ? nothing wrong wif indulging in some healthy habits .
money's rollinnnnnn out. mainly cos i'm a dumbass fuck. paid my mom fer the new phone i got. yeah yeah i noe .. its retarded. call it the guilt factor ... or the dumbass factor - whatever you want. just dont want her goin all soap opera on me the next time i do sumthg wrong. ya noe mothers like to pull tht "i paid fer yer handphone so you better yada yada yada" stunt . well i dont noe bout yer moms but MINE has this knack fer blaming me fer things she willingly does - when the situation calls fer it. pfft. mothers.
k anyways, am on a high rite now. not quite sure from what ... havent had much sugar and definitely no alcohol. maybe its just me being high on jurong having spent the last 7 hrs wining and dining over there.
alrite alrite enough fer the nite. am contented wif my 2 nites out and my new t630. am aware tht its not THE most fantastic choice rite now, but nvtheless, am easily pleased so this'll do just fine. i noe i've been evidently obssessed wif the entire phone issue, having re-read my past 3 entries. oh well .. I"M SORRY !
no i'm not.
am elated tht i FINALLY saw char the shark on friday :) dont think anyone wld understand whye, but yes, it wuz near euphoric. will not elaborate on how i havent seen her since god noes when and all tht jazz. thanks fer calling just in time ! :) meet me sooonnn before my folks start getting anal againn pleaseee.
got a pile of books on my desk just begging to be read. i actually feel pain having to resist the temptation of reading something unrelated to hist/econs/lit. and so i comfort myself by flipping thru a mag ... not very wise indeed. magazines are sucha waste of money & time .. AND they all say the same old thing, just wif enhanced advertising. they're also addictive and i'm hooked fer life. pfft.
finally met up wif vernie today :) i havent seen her in eons. since may 31st to be exact (vic's bday !). it wuz great just catchin up and gettin to meet queenie. headed over to np at friggin 10am and waited fer the grand arrival of those two lovebirds. thank god i had the company of a very amusing scatterbrain who just cant seem to keep his fone in his pockets. spent approximately 1 hr walkin arnd the enormous library and other parts of the sch searchin fer tht precious lil gadget. and boy is tht place HUGE. think i walked from the provision shop to the bus stop like enough times to burn off an entire pizza (speaking of which, i missed lunchie wif gracie, vern, queenie and mel at pizza hut ! but thanks fer posing as my representative and eating my share, bones. you most certainly need it more than i do). but anyhoo, wuz elated tht i got to have lunch wif mr. i-cant-quit-misplacing-my-hp fer the furst time at his sch ! :) god .. there wuz so much food. settled fer the chicken chop outta convenience (which wuz fine cos i eat anythg, and everythg), but my eyes were practically bulgin outta their sockets. okayy i noe alotta np pple are gonna think i'm retarded, cos according to mel, the food aint tht fantastic. but seriously, compare the selection to what we have over at the cj hellhole, and its a fuckin smorgasbord i tell ya. i'm definitely going back fer the prata and nasi padang !
on a seperate note altog.
there are pple out there who are simply incapable of carrying on sms conversations. i mean yeah, maybe its just not their thang or they find it too lacking in sufficient human interaction and hence tht gives them the right to sound like robots. but still, sms conversations are best kept alive wif open-ended sentences or questions even , tht provide the possibility of a response. pfft. i've given up anyways. one too many of those goddamn single-sentence smses and subject matter thts as dry as a preserved fig has driven me beyond my tolerance levels. its just "haha okayyy ..." from now on. i used to try to maximise the 160 character limit, now .. who gives a fuck.
been wasting the afternoon away just watching SATC and feeling very inspired. no not to have sex ... pfft. but to spend more time wif the bitches and relish in their company on a regular basis. forgot to mention tht vern walked my dogs wif me fer the furst time today ! this calls fer some champagne :) she and queenie attended to rusty while i attended to max and poop-picking. nono not glamourous at all ... plus tht ghastly heat ! kept the walk nice n short cos we were practically melting like igloos in the sahara. but it wuz fantastic all the same :) vern wuz shocked as hell tht even vic (!), lil miss princess, had beat her to it ! haha yes yes .. believe me, vic has walked my dogs wif me before. even if it wuz just max, and i wuz doin the walkin and she the fagging, STILL, we were both at botanic gardens indulging in some good ol' dog-walking.
this's becoming more of a novel than a simple blog entry. maybe its cos i actually did something different today :) good news (fer myself mostly), i'm finally getting rid of tht dreadful fone . thank god. it wuz reallyyyyy killing me today. charged it all morning, made sure the batt wuz nice and full before i left the hse. and before you noe it, tadahhh, it wuz flat by the time i met vern - at fucking 11am in the morning ! barely 3 hrs of limited usage, and it wuz flat as a pancake. pfft. oh well ... as we speak (or as i type), ms bones' not so boney sibling is on her way over here to pass me my measly buckaroos in exchange fer tht piece of junk. its come to a point where i no longer care how little its worth, i just wanna get rid of it and be glad tht i'm getting ANYTHG in return. even an ice cream wld suffice.
having said all o' tht, i hereby conclude, this ball of lard is a very happy ball of lard today :) durian and chocolate mooncakes , and some of hk's best exports as well, my day is complete. am anticipating econs mcq/drq/case study tmr ... rite. dont give a flying fuck anymore, all i need is grace telling me tht "its only prelims" and i'll be fine.
lenghty lengthy.
time to make like a banana and split.
i see no point in pple promising they'll be there fer you, but in actual fact are never there when you really need em.
its the same kinda pointlessness as swimming 24 laps, running 6km, walkin yer dogs fer an hour, and walkin some 4km forest trail, then topping it all off by devouring 5 whole mooncakes in addition to a heavy dinner.
so they say its impossible to prevent the unexpected from dawning on you, crushing you to lil pieces in the process. its funny what a coupla words can do. they either make you or break you.
i have trouble handling the truth. both dishing it, and dealing wif those dealt in my direction. my odious lies will soon be the death of me.
having second thots really .
things dont quite lk the same from this angle ... this angle being the one i've suddenly adopted over the weekend. hypocrisy strikes again. even the purest, nicest, most sincere person has got his dirty lil secrets. goodness nv comes completely in the form of a single individual. not to go all cynical on ya, but tis the truth. everyone is fucked up in some way or other. just depends on how far below the surface all tht shit lies.
10 random things :
-i act like a commitment-phobe, and tht the thot of marriage scares me. but after tht wedding dinner on sat nite, ive come to the conclusion tht i do wanna settle down and have kids some day.
-tht wedding also taught me tht not all "blissful unions" are results of pure love btw 2 pple. its often more the case of necessity ... materialistic needs/desires are really what drives many of these leeches tog.
-its also made me think, pple cant seem to survive on their own in this world. everyone needs a partner. whatever happened to independence ? okayy i noe independence is really not the issue here. i just think its sad tht pple need partners - fer reproduction, fer increased wealth, fer company, etc.
-i like mooncake a lot.
-sometimes i just wanna be someone else.
-there is no end to piracy. esp wif sumthing as fast and efficient as limewire arnd.
-everyone takes sides. it just depends on how much they show it. the whole sitting on the fence thing is just an act.
-who invited you ?
-yer beginning to grow on me. the way mould grows on stale food. piss off.
-i'm finally seeing the ones i love on wed. tho not all at the same time i think ... but yeahh ... all 4 of you on the same dayyy. i'm elated already :)
kc and the sunshine band - get down tonight (dedicated to my best friend)
*do a lil dance, make a lil love, get down tonight ;)
small things have big repercussions.
my conscience beckons in the form of a tirade in lil black words tht bombard me relentlessly.
found salvation in repeated pairs of sex on the beach shots & a nice large juggie of vodka orange. nothing spectacular to all you free souls out there. its a nice change from heineken in my fridge and lonesome tiger time at home. but its wiped out close to a hundred buckaroos i wldnt have minded keeping. nevertheless, i'm still smilingggg :) theres only one thing i need to rock my party. one person rather.
prelims are not officially over n done wif , but who gives, really. have this feeling of dread and impending doom hangin over my guilt-ridden conscience, but thts all tht is fer now. cant get much worse than this can it ?
we shld all learn to embrace these times of anguish and love the prelims like a certain shorty i noe. hahaha
feeling liberated.
from what i do not noe ... but its a good feeling all the same.
being bound by restrictions doesnt always connote negativity. sometimes its just important to recognize the care and concern tht comes wif it. its not rare tht pple lose themselves and their heads in times of confusion, and what they really need is an external force pushing them in the right direction. things just get outta whack if left alone to their own devices.
am bent on selling my lousy piece of junk panasonic x70. its the epitome of electronic junk. okayy so maybe its just the battery thts fucked up ... but STILL. everythg abt it just pisses me off. how i hafta flip and flip ... and flip and flip ... n flip. ah you get the picture .. considering how much i sms. its just a fone i simply cannot bond wif. yes , BONDING between fone and owner is vitally crucial. (btw, this is the bullshit excuse i'm giving my mother. tht probably explains whye shes not buying it -the bullshit and a new phone)
a rude awakening indeed. no more W.D.s fer me.
sigh.
watched white chicks yesterday. what an absolutely rubbish movie , nothing compared to roldie and kumar. blithering bimbos and their B.F.s which of course stands fer bitch fits. wtf. think i had a better laugh at the totally pathetic subtitles (a movie in english wif english subtitles .. wow). not only did the subtitles not reflect what wuz being said, it wuz spouting words tht didnt even exist, hence the comic effect tht had me in stitches. pfffft. aight i'll admit, it wuz worth a coupla laughs, just not worth the money fer those opting fer a cinematic ambience.
my resistances are as strong and mighty as a pile of dust . stress brings out the self-mutilator in me - sliced n diced.
the prelims are making me very tired , and sick , and bored as FUCK.
there seems to be only ONE thing on my mind now
and NOoooooo it has got absolutely nothing to do wif the exams. nothing of the sort.
psyched as fuck . a lil nervous . slightly worried. but nevertheless, exciteddd beyonddd description.
its like being stuck in a dessert and hallucinating bout an oasis . a billabong shld suffice.
all those sleepless nites and pointless daydreaming . god forbid.
hmmm i cant remem the last time i actually had an ice cream.
ben n jerry's anyone ? haagen daz ? vanilla ice cream wif rainbow dots at kfc ?
what i really need. is a DQ blizzard.
or tht one wif the brownie bits in it ... mmm.
lusting over ice cream the nite before a history exam is definitely the way to straight As.
trust me on that.
am counting on my lucky stars this time arnd.
time fer a lil personal reflection. things i havent done in ... eons :
-been in town, despite the fact tht i LIVE in town.
-had anythg from macs besides big breakfast (we can thank "supersize me" fer tht)
-watched a movie ... UHHUH. only caught harold and kumar ( FUCKING HILARIOUS) halfway on vcd, and the last bit of what i watched wuz during my ride home on a dusty laptop.
-seen my lovely bitches. its been wayyyyy too long ... sorry i cldnt be at yer bday bbq vern :( wuz pretty psyched bout the food :D
-i dont noe man .. this list is getting me all depressed. add tht to the list of things one shldnt do the nite before a history exam - get depressed.
finding solace in dead objects rather than opinionated individuals who offer no help at all. ironically, some pple are such gd imitations of dead objects themselves - their lack of depth, hollow personalities and perforated intellect . sometimes all it tks is the quick wit and quirky eccentricities of a stranger to add some form of stimulation to an otherwise idle mind.
sometimes i wonder if the things i say sound greek to everyone else. just what does it tk to get someone to really understand you ? seems like you hafta sell yer souls or sumthg just to be understood arnd here . or it cld quite possibly just be me .
its comforting to find someone else who appreciates the same kind of music as i do . so many things tht've occurred lately have led me to feel more alien and somewhat ... weird ? its time to accept the fact tht only aquarians are gifted wif intuitive skills and other signs simply cannot read our minds . high expectations are usually met wif enormous disappointments. shall start drilling tht mindset into the heads of my parents ... god knows what they're expecting outta my "studies".
had an exceptionally productive cramming session in sch today . aight so i wuz going so slowly, tht i covered just one page within the same time emmerz took to cover 6. but still ... at least things're getting done . thankful fer the company :) and all those hilarious stories abt a certain scholar and her bf haha ... you had us in stitches.
aight time to get crackin ... after a 5hr breakk.
lookin forward to meetin my monsta tmr :)
i miss playing "20 questions" - my very own modified version . a msg from ju late last nite suddenly reminded me of how useful a tool tht wuz in bringing pple closer tog. these days my mind seems to be at a loss as to what questns to even ask at all . a mind hungry fer stimulation ... or possibly just an absence of interest. wuz nv one to tk initiatives , have always been providing responses rather than the one who gets the ball rolling . well this time the ball weighs a fucking tonne and neither i nor the ball are gonna budge.
have been waking up at ridiculously early times this past week, only to make senseless trips to faraway places to continue wif my slumber . a maximum of 5-6 hrs slp per nite and days filled wif energy-busting activities - a sure fire way to fall victim to exhaustion and eventually, illness. i most probably reign as queen of time wastage rite now, considering all the things i've been doing .
havent the slightest inclination to actually get anythg done this weekend . shall wait patiently fer monday, and hope it nv comes . altho i'd like to thank emmerz fer the encouraging msg today, unfortunately it hasnt quite helped :) dont think i'll ever learn my lesson, but its appreciated all the same. hope everyone else isnt stuck in a rut and succumbing to laziness.
not a shred of understanding as to whats going on in my head.
and even if i were to tell it to you straight, it wldnt make an iota of difference. so whats the point ?
effeminacy - getting on my nerves so bad .
even the media persists in celebrating it.
a sky filled wif glow-in-the-dark stars and songs my only companions.
dealing wif an external ringworm situation and over-indulgence in good food.
celebrating the company of newly-addicted gym enthusiasts - unlikely individuals who tk me thru my hour-and-a-half torture sessions.
taking pleasure in the slow-mo pace tht everything seems to be going at.
bubble baths, candles, wine and fiona apple.
a mind so at ease tht even a sense of urgency tht reverberates thru every room fails to penetrate it .
feed yer ears :
:: OK Go - get over it + you're so damn hot
:: Matchbook Romance - your stories, my alibis
:: Hoobastank - out of control
:: Fiona Apple - criminal + fast as you can
:: Travis - writing to reach you
:: The Juliana Theory - bring it low
:: Semisonic - closing time
:: Portishead - nobody loves me
:: Jack Johnson - taylor
:: Dave Matthews Band - the space between
:: Pay the Girl - freeze
:: Story of the Year - anthem of our dying day
:: Saves the Day - in reverie