Hedonistics Anonymous
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
My five questions from LaksaSometimes in life, you get a little more than you ask for.
Take Laksa's meme thingy for example. I asked him for five questions. He gave me five questions. And immediately I wished I never asked for five questions.
*Takes a deep breath*
Laksa, I'll whoop your ass next time.
1. Have you ever experienced lesbian sex? If yes, what made you want to do it? If no, why not?
No. Because I prefer cocks. Thick, circumcised cocks to be more precise. Anyway, the whole idea of grinding pussies and whatever it is that they do in lesbian sex just grosses me out. Ugh.
2. What's your favourite "position" and why?
Anyhow in front of a mirror. Because I'm a self-confessed and ceritified narcissist.
3. What turns you on in a guy? And what turns you off?
Big eyes with long, long lashes and a cheeky smile to boot turns me on like nothing else can. But I'll also settle for someone whose wallet is literally overflowing with cash and has 10 shiny BMW 7-series sitting in the airconditioned garage of the 10-acre mansion.
Stupid, boring, smelly, loud-mouthed guys turn me off. Actually that criteria apply to girls too.
4. If you were given the option to date any celebrity in Hollywood, who would you choose and why?
Ian Somerhalder.
Why?
Because he's absolutely hot.
Because he has huge gorgeous eyes.
Because I want to drink beer in bed with him. Heh.5. With who did you experience the best sex you've ever had? Why was it the best?
To quote MK: HELLO??? WHAT SEX??? I HAVEN'T EVEN REACH PUBERTY YET, OKAY?!?!?
Teehee.
Well, it's either that or y'all would have to accept the fact I developed sudden amnesia...
To quote MK: HELLO??? WHAT SEX??? I HAVEN'T EVEN REACH PUBERTY YET, OKAY?!?!?
Teehee.
Well, it's either that or y'all would have to accept the fact I developed sudden amnesia...
The Official Interview Game Rules (copied to be passed on)
1. If you want to participate, leave a comment below saying “interview me.”
2. I will respond by asking you five questions - each person’s will be different.
3. You will update your journal/blog with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview others in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.
Monday, May 29, 2006
My life is falling apart//rant mode on
Both my teacher aunties from Sibu are in Kuching.
My parents are demanding that I attend the family dinner tonight.
"NO!!!!!!!!!!" I shrieked.
"Anything to do with family is compulsory," said my mother with the finality of a judge dropping a death sentence.
"Dammit! I'm doing you a big favour by going to Sibu already, okay!?!" I hissed defiantly.
"SINCE WHEN DID YOU LEARN HOW TO SET CONDITIONS??? BIG FAVOUR, INDEED... @$)DWrRUCX5#@83QIUOP*&K!--/3@/??}}!#$^..." my father roared in my mother's defence.
I can't remember what else he said because I managed to tune out and all I heard was the beautiful hypnotic hiss and crackle of static. Ahhhh...
It's times like these I feel that I'm 16 again.
My parents are demanding that I attend the family dinner tonight.
"NO!!!!!!!!!!" I shrieked.
"Anything to do with family is compulsory," said my mother with the finality of a judge dropping a death sentence.
"Dammit! I'm doing you a big favour by going to Sibu already, okay!?!" I hissed defiantly.
"SINCE WHEN DID YOU LEARN HOW TO SET CONDITIONS??? BIG FAVOUR, INDEED... @$)DWrRUCX5#@83QIUOP*&K!--/3@/??}}!#$^..." my father roared in my mother's defence.
I can't remember what else he said because I managed to tune out and all I heard was the beautiful hypnotic hiss and crackle of static. Ahhhh...
It's times like these I feel that I'm 16 again.
//rant mode off
Oooo... I only found out recently that this guy reads my blog.
*WAVES HELLO TO AH SOON*
He's sooo cute and cheerful. I asked him to join my friends and I for frisbee last week. He answered, "Sure, that sounds fun. What is frisbee?"
Teehee.
Teehee.
Sunday, May 28, 2006
STOP PRESS : I'M DYING!!!//rant mode on
Right now, I hate my mother for being sooooo unbelievably clingy. I was looking forward to the long Gawai holiday and she just had to effing ruin it for me.
I rue the moment I picked up her call.
Mum: Girl, does MK (my colleague) want to go to Sibu?
Me: HUH?!? What has MK got to do with all this?! What Sibu?!
Mum: At least you'll have someone to accompany you there.
Me: Whoaaaa... waitaminute... who said anything about me going to Sibu?!?
Mum: So you don't want to go.
Me: HELL NO!!!!!!!!
Mum: If you don't go, then your sister won't go.
Me: SO?!?!?!?
Mum: .......... <--- translated: I'll be extremely unhappy. Enough to ruin your life.
Me: But.. but.. why drag MK into this whole miserable trip?!? She's innocent, okay?!?
Mum: So that you'll have a companion. Since your sister refuses to go...
Me: Dammit mum, that's blackmail.
Mum: It's not. Just go, okay? It'll be fun! There's a wedding lunch to attend...
Me: *WTF?!?*
Mum: ... and we won't be staying at Grandpa's house. We'll be staying in a hotel!
Me: Dammit mum... the best hotel in Sibu is totally crap, for heaven's sake!!
Mum: STILL BETTER THAN STAYING IN THE HOUSE, OKAY?!?
Me: FINE. I'LL GO, OKAY?!?
Mum: Good. Like that, I love you long time.
Me: Woman, you're going to be sorry for ruining my holiday like this.
Mum: Oh no... it's going to be so fun!!
I seriously suspected that my mother popped a tranquilizer before she called me. Either that, or she raided my secret pill stash. There's no way she could've sounded so cheerful. And pissed me off grandly at the same time.
And the "love you long time" part was just so wrong. Love, indeed. Blehhh.
I hate Sibu. Sorry to any of my Sibu readers, but I really do. Actually, I don't hate the place but when I was little, my father (who's from Sibu) would use the place to threaten me if I didn't get good marks for my exams.
"Girl, if you don't do well, I'll send you to Sibu!!!" was the most feared phrase during my childhood days. I feared it even more than the cane. And once, my father really did carried out his threat. I spent an entire month in Sibu under the watchful eyes of my two teacher aunties. It was beyond horrible. I was homesick to the point of death. Every phone call home had me screaming and bawling my eyes out. I was only 9 or 10yo at that time.
Traumatizing, right?
Eventually, my aversion grew to tolerance, especially when I had a boyfriend there a couple of years back. (Once I practically dashed out of the house into my bf's car with my grandfather chasing after me, but that's another story...)
I'm upset right now because:
1. I made plans to go visiting to some colleagues' houses.
2. I made plans to go on a day trip with some of my church friends.
3. I made plans to spend time with B.
Now, all my plans are shot to hell. All for a worthless cause.
I'm soooooo damn pissed.
Currently, the only thing that is stopping me from killing myself is that I managed to contact a good friend of mine in Sibu. He's one of my best buddies during college days. Thank goodness he has a (nice) car and he smokes. Yayness.
Hopefully I can engulf myself in a nicotine stupor for four long days.
Sometimes anti-depressants come in handy.
Right now, I hate my mother for being sooooo unbelievably clingy. I was looking forward to the long Gawai holiday and she just had to effing ruin it for me.
I rue the moment I picked up her call.
Mum: Girl, does MK (my colleague) want to go to Sibu?
Me: HUH?!? What has MK got to do with all this?! What Sibu?!
Mum: At least you'll have someone to accompany you there.
Me: Whoaaaa... waitaminute... who said anything about me going to Sibu?!?
Mum: So you don't want to go.
Me: HELL NO!!!!!!!!
Mum: If you don't go, then your sister won't go.
Me: SO?!?!?!?
Mum: .......... <--- translated: I'll be extremely unhappy. Enough to ruin your life.
Me: But.. but.. why drag MK into this whole miserable trip?!? She's innocent, okay?!?
Mum: So that you'll have a companion. Since your sister refuses to go...
Me: Dammit mum, that's blackmail.
Mum: It's not. Just go, okay? It'll be fun! There's a wedding lunch to attend...
Me: *WTF?!?*
Mum: ... and we won't be staying at Grandpa's house. We'll be staying in a hotel!
Me: Dammit mum... the best hotel in Sibu is totally crap, for heaven's sake!!
Mum: STILL BETTER THAN STAYING IN THE HOUSE, OKAY?!?
Me: FINE. I'LL GO, OKAY?!?
Mum: Good. Like that, I love you long time.
Me: Woman, you're going to be sorry for ruining my holiday like this.
Mum: Oh no... it's going to be so fun!!
I seriously suspected that my mother popped a tranquilizer before she called me. Either that, or she raided my secret pill stash. There's no way she could've sounded so cheerful. And pissed me off grandly at the same time.
And the "love you long time" part was just so wrong. Love, indeed. Blehhh.
I hate Sibu. Sorry to any of my Sibu readers, but I really do. Actually, I don't hate the place but when I was little, my father (who's from Sibu) would use the place to threaten me if I didn't get good marks for my exams.
"Girl, if you don't do well, I'll send you to Sibu!!!" was the most feared phrase during my childhood days. I feared it even more than the cane. And once, my father really did carried out his threat. I spent an entire month in Sibu under the watchful eyes of my two teacher aunties. It was beyond horrible. I was homesick to the point of death. Every phone call home had me screaming and bawling my eyes out. I was only 9 or 10yo at that time.
Traumatizing, right?
Eventually, my aversion grew to tolerance, especially when I had a boyfriend there a couple of years back. (Once I practically dashed out of the house into my bf's car with my grandfather chasing after me, but that's another story...)
I'm upset right now because:
1. I made plans to go visiting to some colleagues' houses.
2. I made plans to go on a day trip with some of my church friends.
3. I made plans to spend time with B.
Now, all my plans are shot to hell. All for a worthless cause.
I'm soooooo damn pissed.
Currently, the only thing that is stopping me from killing myself is that I managed to contact a good friend of mine in Sibu. He's one of my best buddies during college days. Thank goodness he has a (nice) car and he smokes. Yayness.
Hopefully I can engulf myself in a nicotine stupor for four long days.
Sometimes anti-depressants come in handy.
//rant mode off
Nostalgia
Sarahyew's post got me thinking this morning.
"Define beauty.
Lovely face, big eyes, sexy legs, big boobs and tight butts?"
Lovely face, big eyes, sexy legs, big boobs and tight butts?"
Hmm. She listed five points, out of which I only qualify for one. Fortunately some guys would beg to differ. Believe me, there are days when I postively feel like a zillion dollars, invincible, and I'm absolutely confident that I can nick Brad from under Angelina's nose.
Sadly, that feeling doesn't come by too often these days. I remember the time when I came back from Miri at the end of 2004 and embarked on a half-year jobless hiatus. It was great. Really, I could live with being lazy - waking up past noon, pushing all my meals forward (breakfast = lunch, lunch = dinner...) and ooOOOoo weekends... which immediately spelt sashimi, oysters and clubbing. Poor Thongs (who wasn't being a cashburning bum like me) was my loyal clubbing sidekick through and through. Together we conquered Tribes and VA, and she had the grace to turn a blind eye when I literally picked up guys from the dancefloor. Later we made ourselves at home at Grappa, while I developed a temporary taste for Cat City, one of the more seedy clubs in town.
Then I got a job.
Bye bye clubbing... no thanks to the massive energy drain from doing actual work.
Then I broke up with Kel.
Bye bye social life. Bye bye romps. Bye bye pampered princess.
Hello religion.
I've traded clubs for coffeeshops. Heels for Teva sandals. Romps for weekend frisbee. Sleeping in late on Sunday mornings for church.
Come to think of it, my life has done a complete 180 degrees flip. The only (two) vices of the wildchild I used to be is the ultimate potty mouthandmind symptom and my unbreakable smoking habit. Thank goodness I don't touch alcohol at all. At least noone can say that it was liver failure that carried me off.
Sadly, that feeling doesn't come by too often these days. I remember the time when I came back from Miri at the end of 2004 and embarked on a half-year jobless hiatus. It was great. Really, I could live with being lazy - waking up past noon, pushing all my meals forward (breakfast = lunch, lunch = dinner...) and ooOOOoo weekends... which immediately spelt sashimi, oysters and clubbing. Poor Thongs (who wasn't being a cashburning bum like me) was my loyal clubbing sidekick through and through. Together we conquered Tribes and VA, and she had the grace to turn a blind eye when I literally picked up guys from the dancefloor. Later we made ourselves at home at Grappa, while I developed a temporary taste for Cat City, one of the more seedy clubs in town.
Then I got a job.
Bye bye clubbing... no thanks to the massive energy drain from doing actual work.
Then I broke up with Kel.
Bye bye social life. Bye bye romps. Bye bye pampered princess.
Hello religion.
I've traded clubs for coffeeshops. Heels for Teva sandals. Romps for weekend frisbee. Sleeping in late on Sunday mornings for church.
Come to think of it, my life has done a complete 180 degrees flip. The only (two) vices of the wildchild I used to be is the ultimate potty mouthandmind symptom and my unbreakable smoking habit. Thank goodness I don't touch alcohol at all. At least noone can say that it was liver failure that carried me off.
*Yawn*
It's a beautiful morning.
I knew I should've called in sick.
Thursday, May 25, 2006
Meet the fan... sick... credit card bust-a-limitI met up with one of my blogders last night at Point One.
I must say that I'm really sorry for not looking anything like my picture.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
After elaborating on his undying love for fishing, Pete asked me what my hobbies/interests were.
"Sex. I can't think of any..." I replied, "I really don't have time for hobbies."
Suddenly I was struck by how saaaaaaaaad (read: pathetic) I sounded. Trying to salvage the situation, I thought hard and said, "Okay, I likesex football. Having sex Watching football, I mean. And sex frisbee. I love sex frisbee."
Which goes to show how longgggg I've been without. But then again, it IS possible to adapt to desert living. Heh.
Anyway, B wasn't feeling well, so he slept the whole of yesterday.
"B, do you know why you get sick so often?" I said.
"Hmm?"
"It's because you turn your days into nights and nights into days. You're practically screwing up your body system big time."
"Rubbish."
"It's true."
"Do you REALLY want to know why I get sick so often?" he asked.
"Hmm?"
"It's because I don't get to see you often."
And that's precisely when I melt.
"D, where's the credit card bill?" I asked my father this morning.
"Downstairs. In the yellow file. On the fan table."
I went downstairs to retrieve the yellow file. Opened the envelope. Unfolded the statement. Ran my finger down the suspiciously long list of transactions before coming to a halt at the subtotal.
Blinked.
Checked the subtotal again.
Oh boy.
This month's credit card bill is rather alarming.
Damn you Lea Centre for seducing me into buying all those gorgeous Adidas shorts, slippers, tops and Nike sneakers. Damn you giving my credit card a multiorgasmic workout. Damn you for taking advantage of a compulsive-impulsive shopper. Argh.
After this, I'm sooo going to check out Shopaholics Anonymous online.
Have a superb weekend y'alls.
*WAVES HELLO TO PETE*
I must say that I'm really sorry for not looking anything like my picture.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
After elaborating on his undying love for fishing, Pete asked me what my hobbies/interests were.
"
Suddenly I was struck by how saaaaaaaaad (read: pathetic) I sounded. Trying to salvage the situation, I thought hard and said, "Okay, I like
Which goes to show how longgggg I've been without. But then again, it IS possible to adapt to desert living. Heh.
Anyway, B wasn't feeling well, so he slept the whole of yesterday.
"B, do you know why you get sick so often?" I said.
"Hmm?"
"It's because you turn your days into nights and nights into days. You're practically screwing up your body system big time."
"Rubbish."
"It's true."
"Do you REALLY want to know why I get sick so often?" he asked.
"Hmm?"
"It's because I don't get to see you often."
And that's precisely when I melt.
"D, where's the credit card bill?" I asked my father this morning.
"Downstairs. In the yellow file. On the fan table."
I went downstairs to retrieve the yellow file. Opened the envelope. Unfolded the statement. Ran my finger down the suspiciously long list of transactions before coming to a halt at the subtotal.
Blinked.
Checked the subtotal again.
Oh boy.
This month's credit card bill is rather alarming.
Damn you Lea Centre for seducing me into buying all those gorgeous Adidas shorts, slippers, tops and Nike sneakers. Damn you giving my credit card a multiorgasmic workout. Damn you for taking advantage of a compulsive-impulsive shopper. Argh.
After this, I'm sooo going to check out Shopaholics Anonymous online.
Have a superb weekend y'alls.
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Pimp my erm lecturerMy cutie pie lecturer found my blog last night.
*WAVES HELLO TO SIR BITCH*
Isn't he adorable? Such an underaged jailbait camwhore. I feel like a pedophile next to him. But I'm lovin' it.
He's the most popular lecturer in my college and all the little girls there love him. He received the most "I LOVE YOU" notesand used panties during Teacher's Day.
He makes a great dinner and late night drinks buddy. He's got a mind filthy enough to clog ten million sewers, but for us that's a big plus because we thrive on mental filth and beautiful pornography. We love his queenbitch attitude that almost rivals Bryanboy. Almost, because nobody can be bitchier than Bryanboy but that's perfectly acceptable.
"I'm going to pimp you in my blog," I warned him last night.
"Go ahead," he said confidently.
Sorry to burst your little mint-flavoured condom bubble of hope, but I'm not going to pimp you because I want to keep you all for myself. It's such a pity to let you waste your talents as a lecturer. Why not come home with me and be my toyboy? I'll dress you in sheer black g-strings and let you stay in a huge luxurious, fully-furnished glass tank. When I snap my fingers, you come running to lick my boots. When I crack my whip, you press yourself against the glass and dirty dance for my pleasure.
He's the most popular lecturer in my college and all the little girls there love him. He received the most "I LOVE YOU" notes
He makes a great dinner and late night drinks buddy. He's got a mind filthy enough to clog ten million sewers, but for us that's a big plus because we thrive on mental filth and beautiful pornography. We love his queenbitch attitude that almost rivals Bryanboy. Almost, because nobody can be bitchier than Bryanboy but that's perfectly acceptable.
"I'm going to pimp you in my blog," I warned him last night.
"Go ahead," he said confidently.
Sorry to burst your little mint-flavoured condom bubble of hope, but I'm not going to pimp you because I want to keep you all for myself. It's such a pity to let you waste your talents as a lecturer. Why not come home with me and be my toyboy? I'll dress you in sheer black g-strings and let you stay in a huge luxurious, fully-furnished glass tank. When I snap my fingers, you come running to lick my boots. When I crack my whip, you press yourself against the glass and dirty dance for my pleasure.
Are you mortified yet?
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Call you out for drinks soon, okay sir?
Sunday, May 21, 2006
Post-election happinessHedo is one happy, happy girl.
Results of the recent Sarawak Elections: The Democratic Action Party (DAP) won in my area (Batu Lintang), which hopefully means that something may be done about the horrendous road conditions. I know that some people were grousing about the (empty) promise of a master drainage system at Sg Maong, but for me, I just want better roads. Is that too much to ask for?
Dammit, the last time I replaced my car's absorbers, I should've just sent the entire bill to Mayor Chan Seng Khai - his reward for being such a caring MP and merely patching up the holes in the road until we've literally got huge mounds of tar patches to trip our cars up. Oh well, I bear you no grudge now that you're no more Batu Lintang's MP - and also, sorry to hear that you might be stripped off your YB title. Ahh.. better get used to being called Encik now, right?
I was giggling madly when I read in yesterday's Borneo Post that Datuk Effendi Norwawi was sad and baffled at the attitudes of urban voters in Kuching. Man, oh man... if I were a politician within the ruling Barisan National (BN) coalition party, I would be far tooooooooooooo embarassed to make this sort of comment. Sad and baffled indeed... tsk, tsk.
Why would the people vote for the opposition?
BECAUSE THE PEOPLE ARE NOT HAPPY WITH THE GOVERNMENT. BECAUSE THE GOVERNMENT FAILED TO ACKNOWLEDGE WHAT THE PEOPLE REALLY WANT. BECAUSE THE GOVERNMENT FAILED TO DELIVER.
See, so simple. Even my uneducated, hardworking maid can easily answer that. No need to conduct whatever post-mortem meeting. No need to yell and scream and blame each other in the party. Useless. useless. useless.
On a different note, World Cup is coming up and I'm still debating whether to get myself an Argentina jersey. B supports Brazil and he has already gotten himself two bright yellow jerseys at 50% discount during the Lea Centre Sale (lucky duck!). Problem is... the Argentina home jersey really is erm unpleasing to my eye. But their away jersey is gorgeous and more suited towards my normal clothing colour scheme.
At the (slow) rate I'm taking to make up my mind, I'll probably be cheering for Argentina wearing one of B's bright, glaring yellow (bleurgh!) Brazil jersey. Or maybe I'll get the jersey, wear it till World Cup is over, then use it as my sleeping shirt. Yes, I can do that all for RM129.90. *sob*
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
An evening with a bored ADD princessLast night I stayed home to study, which is no mean feat if you suffer from acute short attention span like me...
...but ONLY when it comes to studying, that is. My attention span is remarkable when it comes to guy watching.
Poor B had to use all sorts of kiddy methods to coax me to study, because I was being such a brat about staying at home while he could go out to watch the Barcelona vs Arsenal match. Funny, I don't get jealous if B goes out with other girls... but I'll kick up a helluva fuss if I'm forced to stay at home, doing stuff I hate.
So, last night, I stayed home... textbooks, foolscap paper, notebooks, and assorted stationery laid out in a careless pile on the table. My sister was sitting across me, deeply engrossed in her revision. She's so hardworking, it's positively scary. I decided that she deserved a break.
We gossiped about everyone we could think of.
I called her skanky names, and she laughed.
We did our own parody of Paris Hilton and Nicole Ritchie.
We argued about the dumbest stuff. ("Bitch, is target marketing the same as market targeting?!?")
I smsed my cutie pie lecturer to ask him whether target marketing's the same as market targeting.
Cutie pie lecturer replied that both were the same.
My sis was charmed by the fact that I could bother my lecturer at any time of the day without any repercussions. I solemnly told her that you could buy alot things with sex. She laughed.
Man, oh man... I sense a repeat performance tonight.
...but ONLY when it comes to studying, that is. My attention span is remarkable when it comes to guy watching.
Poor B had to use all sorts of kiddy methods to coax me to study, because I was being such a brat about staying at home while he could go out to watch the Barcelona vs Arsenal match. Funny, I don't get jealous if B goes out with other girls... but I'll kick up a helluva fuss if I'm forced to stay at home, doing stuff I hate.
So, last night, I stayed home... textbooks, foolscap paper, notebooks, and assorted stationery laid out in a careless pile on the table. My sister was sitting across me, deeply engrossed in her revision. She's so hardworking, it's positively scary. I decided that she deserved a break.
We gossiped about everyone we could think of.
I called her skanky names, and she laughed.
We did our own parody of Paris Hilton and Nicole Ritchie.
We argued about the dumbest stuff. ("Bitch, is target marketing the same as market targeting?!?")
I smsed my cutie pie lecturer to ask him whether target marketing's the same as market targeting.
Cutie pie lecturer replied that both were the same.
My sis was charmed by the fact that I could bother my lecturer at any time of the day without any repercussions. I solemnly told her that you could buy alot things with sex. She laughed.
Man, oh man... I sense a repeat performance tonight.
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
The grass is always greener... where I'm standing nowI've got exams this week and I haven't started studying yet.
My handphone is on the verge of a breakdown.
I've got a pimple on my left cheek.
My right knee still hurts.
P2P software is strictly forbidden in the office now.
I am hungry because I skipped lunch.
I'm in no mood to study.
I'm in no mood to work.
I'm in no mood to do anything that involves working my braincells.
I am so sleepy due to lack of an acute lack of caffeinicotine.
My mug is empty.
It's dead gloomy outside - looks like it's going to rain heavily pretty soon.
But you know what?
Life is Good.
Sunday, May 14, 2006
Of busted knees, paparazzi, and stupid morons on FriendsterI busted my right knee over the weekend. Was dancing around my room and then suddenly I heard a sickening "THUCK!" followed by waves of sharp pain. Poor knee.. it has been busted twice before this.. once during football and another time during an aggressive softball match. I was so upset because I couldn't play frisbee on Sunday afternoon, but I think God felt sorry for me because He made it rain cats and dogs on Sunday right after lunch. Oh yes, Lord, if I cannot play frisbee, noone else can too.. right? Heh.
MK read my last post and almost hurled herself over the cubby. Pointing an accusing finger at me, she gasped, "OMG, you and this guy have something going on, issit?!?"
I replied, "What?!? *Censored*"
And that's all I will say about this topic. Go on.. shoo. Now get that effing mic out of my face please.
I hate outwardly shallow people because they bring out the worst in me. When that happens, I get really grouchy and sarcastic and it takes ages to find my nice side again. I met a super shallow guy on Friendster today and OMG I wanted to puke on him so bad.
He wrote: "..What are the activities that u prefer to kill ur boredom? btw, what kind of research do u involve at the moment? i'm curious to know.... how shall a person cud click to be ur friend or activity partner? oh ya, cud u define more "crazy beautiful" as stated in ur profile....as i assume those pics were not real u, right? hope to hear from u soon.."
A barrage of questions written in bad English turns me off like nothing else can. Still, I felt obliged to reply (simply because he's from the same hometown as I am and he only has three friends).
I replied: "To answer yr Qs:
1. Sex with the occasional masturbation - great boredom killer.
2. (Global) industry research.
3. Just come up, say hi, and talk to me. I don't bite.
4. If those were my pics, I would be on Playboy, not Friendster.
Crazy/beautiful is what all girls should be. You should know by now that I have a very high opinion of myself."
After that, the twat replied: "how frequent is ur sex activities? it is also my boredom killer however the frequency is not on the track. well, i'd like to talk to u in person instead like this in future... i'd like to have a friend who is crazy n beautiful (you). since those pics are not u, how wud u describe urself physically c/w vital stats? if u don't mind to tell...;-) oh ya, what's ur race? as a person who has high opinion of urself... i believe u have criterias n contsraints in selecting a friend or activity partner. may i know urs?"
Sometimes when I get a reply like this, I feel that there is no hope for the future generation. Oh well, bullshit only breeds more bullshit, and so I replied:
"How frequent... hmm.. only when I get horny. Or when my bf gets horny. Either way goes.
I am Chinese. How would I describe myself: I would say below average, but there are some people who would beg to differ. I think guys who choose girls based on their physical stats only are shallow.
My criteria: No shallow people. No stupid people. No boring people. No pretentious people. Other than that, do come up and say hi to me. I don't bite."
Oh yes, I don't bite indeed. I'll just swallow you up whole. Sure, I'll suffer from horrid indigestion after that, but what's a little pain compared to gifting the world with one less moron? Absolutely priceless.
MK read my last post and almost hurled herself over the cubby. Pointing an accusing finger at me, she gasped, "OMG, you and this guy have something going on, issit?!?"
I replied, "What?!? *Censored*"
And that's all I will say about this topic. Go on.. shoo. Now get that effing mic out of my face please.
I hate outwardly shallow people because they bring out the worst in me. When that happens, I get really grouchy and sarcastic and it takes ages to find my nice side again. I met a super shallow guy on Friendster today and OMG I wanted to puke on him so bad.
He wrote: "..What are the activities that u prefer to kill ur boredom? btw, what kind of research do u involve at the moment? i'm curious to know.... how shall a person cud click to be ur friend or activity partner? oh ya, cud u define more "crazy beautiful" as stated in ur profile....as i assume those pics were not real u, right? hope to hear from u soon.."
A barrage of questions written in bad English turns me off like nothing else can. Still, I felt obliged to reply (simply because he's from the same hometown as I am and he only has three friends).
I replied: "To answer yr Qs:
1. Sex with the occasional masturbation - great boredom killer.
2. (Global) industry research.
3. Just come up, say hi, and talk to me. I don't bite.
4. If those were my pics, I would be on Playboy, not Friendster.
Crazy/beautiful is what all girls should be. You should know by now that I have a very high opinion of myself."
After that, the twat replied: "how frequent is ur sex activities? it is also my boredom killer however the frequency is not on the track. well, i'd like to talk to u in person instead like this in future... i'd like to have a friend who is crazy n beautiful (you). since those pics are not u, how wud u describe urself physically c/w vital stats? if u don't mind to tell...;-) oh ya, what's ur race? as a person who has high opinion of urself... i believe u have criterias n contsraints in selecting a friend or activity partner. may i know urs?"
Sometimes when I get a reply like this, I feel that there is no hope for the future generation. Oh well, bullshit only breeds more bullshit, and so I replied:
"How frequent... hmm.. only when I get horny. Or when my bf gets horny. Either way goes.
I am Chinese. How would I describe myself: I would say below average, but there are some people who would beg to differ. I think guys who choose girls based on their physical stats only are shallow.
My criteria: No shallow people. No stupid people. No boring people. No pretentious people. Other than that, do come up and say hi to me. I don't bite."
Oh yes, I don't bite indeed. I'll just swallow you up whole. Sure, I'll suffer from horrid indigestion after that, but what's a little pain compared to gifting the world with one less moron? Absolutely priceless.
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
pro.tec.ted"I'm going to sleep now... kinda tired. Goodnight and sweet dreams."
He replied, "Okay. Goodnight."
I switched off my phone. Pondered. Unsettled. Switched my phone on again.
"Erm.. are you angry with me...?"
He replied, "Nope. What made you think so? You're far too cute for me to be angry with."
"I don't know... you sounded, well, kinda abrupt."
"Don't be silly. Go catch your dream train. We'll talk more tomorrow, k?"
"Okay. Goodnight then."
"Goodnight princess. Have a sweet dream."
After a lifetime of telling people not to be silly, it's lovely to have someone say that to me.
I feel calm.
I feel reassured.
I'm taking my hands off the wheel now. It's your turn to steer.
He replied, "Okay. Goodnight."
I switched off my phone. Pondered. Unsettled. Switched my phone on again.
"Erm.. are you angry with me...?"
He replied, "Nope. What made you think so? You're far too cute for me to be angry with."
"I don't know... you sounded, well, kinda abrupt."
"Don't be silly. Go catch your dream train. We'll talk more tomorrow, k?"
"Okay. Goodnight then."
"Goodnight princess. Have a sweet dream."
After a lifetime of telling people not to be silly, it's lovely to have someone say that to me.
I feel calm.
I feel reassured.
I'm taking my hands off the wheel now. It's your turn to steer.
Monday, May 08, 2006
kids... bleurgh...i can finally admit freely that i don't like little kids. before this, i would actually attempt my damndest to at least smile and play with them for awhile, but now i don't give a rat's ass anymore. now i don't even bother pretending to be nice to little kids.
i'm perfectly contented if those little brats ignore me. don't worry about manners. i'm totally indifferent to good behaviour, but woe betide if you show your disgusting precociousness in front of me. i hate kids who act all geniusy and talkative and everyone is expected to ooohhh and aaahhh and pretend to be sooooo amazed ("wow, your little boy is soooo clever!").
yesterday, i was at the spa centre washing the makeup from my face, and there's this weirdo little boy who kept staring at me. no matter how much i shot evil looks at him, he continued staring. finally, i couldn't take it anymore and so i snapped at him, "what are you staring at, you retard?"
obviously he didn't understand such "deep" english, but he was startled, and scooted off.
even worse are parents who permit their kids to run amok during church and formal dinners. those are the same parents who boast their heads off at their kids' teeny weeny accomplishments. makes me want to ram two fingers down my throat and puke all over their heads.
and then i'm going to tell those idiotic parents, "be grateful it's only puke. next time your useless kids would prolly puke and shit all over your heads."
being single is so liberating... aaaaaahhhhhhh...
i'm perfectly contented if those little brats ignore me. don't worry about manners. i'm totally indifferent to good behaviour, but woe betide if you show your disgusting precociousness in front of me. i hate kids who act all geniusy and talkative and everyone is expected to ooohhh and aaahhh and pretend to be sooooo amazed ("wow, your little boy is soooo clever!").
yesterday, i was at the spa centre washing the makeup from my face, and there's this weirdo little boy who kept staring at me. no matter how much i shot evil looks at him, he continued staring. finally, i couldn't take it anymore and so i snapped at him, "what are you staring at, you retard?"
obviously he didn't understand such "deep" english, but he was startled, and scooted off.
even worse are parents who permit their kids to run amok during church and formal dinners. those are the same parents who boast their heads off at their kids' teeny weeny accomplishments. makes me want to ram two fingers down my throat and puke all over their heads.
and then i'm going to tell those idiotic parents, "be grateful it's only puke. next time your useless kids would prolly puke and shit all over your heads."
being single is so liberating... aaaaaahhhhhhh...
Blogging is relegated to second spot... for now.
I'm too darn busy playing The Da Vinci Code Quest on Google. Pity the prizes are only valid for those who live in the US, UK and Aussie, but no matter... I still want to play! It's pretty addictive if you're into IQ puzzle games (like me) and so today's blog post will short, sweet, and narcissistic (just like me, too!). Btw, I ripped this Q&A thing from my lecturer's Friendster bulletin board. He's a cheeky camwhore.
.: WHO :.
Who is in the house with you?
# Hello.. I'm in the office right now.
Who was the last person to IM you?
# Erm.. prolly Thongs. She's the only one enthusiastic to see me online. LOL.
Who are you thinking about now?
# Myself.
Who did you last talk to on the phone?
# My colleague MK.
Whose house did you last go to?
# Hmm.. my own, I guess.
Who are your best friends?
# Me, myself and I :)
Who is (was) your favorite teacher?
# Mr Anthony David Priestly @ Awang Daud bin Pontianak. He was my Form 2 English teacher from UK and he is the bestest teacher ever in this screwed up world!
Whose birthday is next?
# Hmm. I have no idea. Prolly mine next year?
Who was the last person you told you love them?
# Anthony Bourdain. I tell him that I love him to pieces everytime I see him on TV.
Who do you wish you were with right now?
# Anthony Bourdain. There's just something about this sarcastic, badass, chain-smoking chef that turns me on.
Who's your favorite relative?
# Anyone who gives me ang-pows or buys me (expensive) gifts. Nahhh... I've got a few favourite cousins (like this one here).
.: WHERE :.
Where do you go to school?
# SEGi College.
Where do you live?
# Pussy Galore.
Where is your phone?
# On my table.
Where are your parents?
# Dad's at the office. Mum's prolly at home applying her warpaint.
Where do you sleep?
# On any available bed. Naked men optional.
Where do you shop the most?
# KL and Kuching for clothes. Miri for expensive bras.
Where did you get the shirt you're wearing?
# Mum bought it from PDI or Padini... can't recall.
Where did you last take a car ride to?
# To work.
Where in your house are you?
# HELLO!!! HOW MANY TIMES MUST I REPEAT THAT I'M IN THE EFFING OFFICE?!?!
.: WHAT :.
What was the last thing you ate?
# Fattening stick wafers. Excuse me while I go purge.
What was the last thing you drank?
# Coffee. I'm such a caffeine-holic.
What color pants are you wearing?
# I'm wearing a black skirt. With matching panties underneath.
What kind of cell phone do you have?
# Nokia 8250. It's very pocket-friendly, does its job well, and best of all, noone wants to steal it.
What is the closest item near you that is blue?
# My coffee mug.
What are you wearing on your feet?
# Shoes?
What instant messaging service do you use?
# MSN.
What are your favorite colors?
# Monochromatic ones.
What is your screen name?
# I refuse to answer this one.
What is your most used away message?
# Out For Lunch.
What is your favorite shoe brand?
# Adidas, Vincci, Hush Puppies, Nike
What do you wear more; jeans or shorts?
# None. I like bermudas. I like to look like a beach bum.
What is the last movie watched?
# Mission Impossible 3.
What songs do you currently listen to?
# Anything by Dave Koz. I'm very into jazz for now.
.: WHEN :.
When did you start school?
# Way back in 1984.
When did you meet your best friend?
# Eversince the day I was born. :)
When is your birthday?
# 1st May
When did you last go to the mall?
# Today. I work in a mall.
When did you last buy a new pair of pants?
# Last week at the Lea Centre clearance sale. I got my Adidas shorts for only RM25!
When did you last light a candle?
# I have seriously no idea. Prolly during my birthday last year.
When were you last at school?
# Last Thursday night.
When did you last see your dad?
# This morning.
When did you last take a shower?
# This morning.
What is the biggest news you heard today?
# That someone is going to get shoved off the stairs today. Seriously.
.: WHO :.
Who is in the house with you?
# Hello.. I'm in the office right now.
Who was the last person to IM you?
# Erm.. prolly Thongs. She's the only one enthusiastic to see me online. LOL.
Who are you thinking about now?
# Myself.
Who did you last talk to on the phone?
# My colleague MK.
Whose house did you last go to?
# Hmm.. my own, I guess.
Who are your best friends?
# Me, myself and I :)
Who is (was) your favorite teacher?
# Mr Anthony David Priestly @ Awang Daud bin Pontianak. He was my Form 2 English teacher from UK and he is the bestest teacher ever in this screwed up world!
Whose birthday is next?
# Hmm. I have no idea. Prolly mine next year?
Who was the last person you told you love them?
# Anthony Bourdain. I tell him that I love him to pieces everytime I see him on TV.
Who do you wish you were with right now?
# Anthony Bourdain. There's just something about this sarcastic, badass, chain-smoking chef that turns me on.
Who's your favorite relative?
# Anyone who gives me ang-pows or buys me (expensive) gifts. Nahhh... I've got a few favourite cousins (like this one here).
.: WHERE :.
Where do you go to school?
# SEGi College.
Where do you live?
# Pussy Galore.
Where is your phone?
# On my table.
Where are your parents?
# Dad's at the office. Mum's prolly at home applying her warpaint.
Where do you sleep?
# On any available bed. Naked men optional.
Where do you shop the most?
# KL and Kuching for clothes. Miri for expensive bras.
Where did you get the shirt you're wearing?
# Mum bought it from PDI or Padini... can't recall.
Where did you last take a car ride to?
# To work.
Where in your house are you?
# HELLO!!! HOW MANY TIMES MUST I REPEAT THAT I'M IN THE EFFING OFFICE?!?!
.: WHAT :.
What was the last thing you ate?
# Fattening stick wafers. Excuse me while I go purge.
What was the last thing you drank?
# Coffee. I'm such a caffeine-holic.
What color pants are you wearing?
# I'm wearing a black skirt. With matching panties underneath.
What kind of cell phone do you have?
# Nokia 8250. It's very pocket-friendly, does its job well, and best of all, noone wants to steal it.
What is the closest item near you that is blue?
# My coffee mug.
What are you wearing on your feet?
# Shoes?
What instant messaging service do you use?
# MSN.
What are your favorite colors?
# Monochromatic ones.
What is your screen name?
# I refuse to answer this one.
What is your most used away message?
# Out For Lunch.
What is your favorite shoe brand?
# Adidas, Vincci, Hush Puppies, Nike
What do you wear more; jeans or shorts?
# None. I like bermudas. I like to look like a beach bum.
What is the last movie watched?
# Mission Impossible 3.
What songs do you currently listen to?
# Anything by Dave Koz. I'm very into jazz for now.
.: WHEN :.
When did you start school?
# Way back in 1984.
When did you meet your best friend?
# Eversince the day I was born. :)
When is your birthday?
# 1st May
When did you last go to the mall?
# Today. I work in a mall.
When did you last buy a new pair of pants?
# Last week at the Lea Centre clearance sale. I got my Adidas shorts for only RM25!
When did you last light a candle?
# I have seriously no idea. Prolly during my birthday last year.
When were you last at school?
# Last Thursday night.
When did you last see your dad?
# This morning.
When did you last take a shower?
# This morning.
What is the biggest news you heard today?
# That someone is going to get shoved off the stairs today. Seriously.
Sunday, May 07, 2006
Angel minus wings and haloSometimes I think I should come with a "Beware: Highly Unpredictable" sticker attached to my shoulder (concealed under a sleeved t-shirt as not to scare people off).
I am very capable of saying the most damning things with the straightest face. I am very capable of dramatizing the most trivial issues. I am very capable of shocking you out of your socks when you least expect it. Yay to poker faces.
Btw, did I say how much I adore frisbee? Well, I adore frisbee even more now that I've gotten myself 2 pairs of Nike sneakers! But couldn't bare to dirty both pairs in a day, so I only managed to thrash the retro dark blue pair. It's so pretty with a fat yellow Swoosh logo on the side, and Nike written in cursive at the back, but pity it's slightly mud-splattered now. No matter, though. There's still another pair waiting to be pounded through mud!
Anyway, I take a certain perverse pleasure in regaling bits and pieces of my "angelic" past to my churchmembers and watch their eyes widen as they hunt around for an appropriate answer. Sometimes I purposely exaggerate some parts to maximize the shock factor. It's so fun to put staid people on a mental hell trip... bwahahahahahaha. Yay, add some spice in their boring imagination.
"I wonder whether anti-depressants work at all," mused one nice churchgoer (NCG).
"Oh, they do. Just that they usually take effect only when you're feeling kinda down. Pop a Prozac and you'll prolly be smiling like a Cheshire cat eventhough the last thing you want to do is smile," I quipped.
(All the NCGs at the table started giving me queer looks, but they're too polite to make any comments... yet)
"And..." I added, "If you're not depressed you can prolly pop 3 or 4 pills at one go and not feel a thing. But then when you wake up the following morning, you'll feel like a drug addict on cold turkey. All that shivering... and your teeth just keeps chattering. Can't stop for about a few hours! My goodness, you don't even feel like leaving the bedroom!"
(The above paragraph contains examples of Hedo exaggerating and dramatizing some erm things. See if you can spot them!)
By this time, all the NCGs have eyes bigger than dinner plates already. Best of all, they're torn between asking or staying polite. One NCG eventually gathered enough courage to ask, "Erm how do you know?"
Heh.
"Oh, I'm actually a recovering druggie. I started on pills way back in high school before graduating to hard stuff like heroin. Man, I miss those days." "I've experimented a few times before."
"Ohh er.. I see.." *polite cough to hide shocked expression*
Yes, I am such an angelic poster child.
Edited: The recovering druggie, pills, and heroin parts are purely crap. I do not endorse chems (E, Happy 5, etc) or snorting anything in powder form. If I had RM700, I'd rather spend it on a new handphone than on a packet of high quality ketamine. I'm not above indulging occasionally in weed, except the last trip was so effing bad, I almost totally swore off it. Oh wait, maybe I already have. *shrugs*
I am very capable of saying the most damning things with the straightest face. I am very capable of dramatizing the most trivial issues. I am very capable of shocking you out of your socks when you least expect it. Yay to poker faces.
Btw, did I say how much I adore frisbee? Well, I adore frisbee even more now that I've gotten myself 2 pairs of Nike sneakers! But couldn't bare to dirty both pairs in a day, so I only managed to thrash the retro dark blue pair. It's so pretty with a fat yellow Swoosh logo on the side, and Nike written in cursive at the back, but pity it's slightly mud-splattered now. No matter, though. There's still another pair waiting to be pounded through mud!
Anyway, I take a certain perverse pleasure in regaling bits and pieces of my "angelic" past to my churchmembers and watch their eyes widen as they hunt around for an appropriate answer. Sometimes I purposely exaggerate some parts to maximize the shock factor. It's so fun to put staid people on a mental hell trip... bwahahahahahaha. Yay, add some spice in their boring imagination.
"I wonder whether anti-depressants work at all," mused one nice churchgoer (NCG).
"Oh, they do. Just that they usually take effect only when you're feeling kinda down. Pop a Prozac and you'll prolly be smiling like a Cheshire cat eventhough the last thing you want to do is smile," I quipped.
(All the NCGs at the table started giving me queer looks, but they're too polite to make any comments... yet)
"And..." I added, "If you're not depressed you can prolly pop 3 or 4 pills at one go and not feel a thing. But then when you wake up the following morning, you'll feel like a drug addict on cold turkey. All that shivering... and your teeth just keeps chattering. Can't stop for about a few hours! My goodness, you don't even feel like leaving the bedroom!"
(The above paragraph contains examples of Hedo exaggerating and dramatizing some erm things. See if you can spot them!)
By this time, all the NCGs have eyes bigger than dinner plates already. Best of all, they're torn between asking or staying polite. One NCG eventually gathered enough courage to ask, "Erm how do you know?"
Heh.
"Ohh er.. I see.." *polite cough to hide shocked expression*
Yes, I am such an angelic poster child.
Edited: The recovering druggie, pills, and heroin parts are purely crap. I do not endorse chems (E, Happy 5, etc) or snorting anything in powder form. If I had RM700, I'd rather spend it on a new handphone than on a packet of high quality ketamine. I'm not above indulging occasionally in weed, except the last trip was so effing bad, I almost totally swore off it. Oh wait, maybe I already have. *shrugs*
Thursday, May 04, 2006
You better watch out, you better not cry...My lecturer is somewhat of a cutie. He looks like those typical chinese ed kids... fair, small eyes, and he speaks with a slightly nasal whine.
Thank goodness he's tall and has a really nice, perky arse.
And then I googled him and discovered that he's born in 1984. Argh. That's four very loooong years younger than me.
WHAT THE EFFINGWHOREHOUSE IS WRONG WITH ME!?!?!?!
*throws hands up in despair*
Prior to this, I wouldn't have given guys like my lecturer a second glance. Heck, even my age radar is screwed up! At the rate I'm eyeing barely legalboys guys, I might as well just relabel myself a paedophile. A word of caution to rich parents: don't ever let your under-26yo sons stray my way.
On second thoughts, I think there's nothing I like better at the moment than a rich, innocent, 22yo virgin boy. Mmm.
Think boycakes. Ab-so-lute-ly scandilicious.
Mr S, you better watch out... *evilgrin!* :)
Edited: And thennnnnnn harrrrr... I just found out that my lecturer might be gay. Actually, I did suspect that for awhile because he's got pretty boy looks and he's slightly "soft". See how bloody screwed up my life is? Along with my age-dar, my gaydar is fucked too!!!!! AAAARRRGGGHHHHH!!!!
I am so embarassed.
*ahem*
Someone just kill me, please.
Thank goodness he's tall and has a really nice, perky arse.
And then I googled him and discovered that he's born in 1984. Argh. That's four very loooong years younger than me.
WHAT THE EFFINGWHOREHOUSE IS WRONG WITH ME!?!?!?!
*throws hands up in despair*
Prior to this, I wouldn't have given guys like my lecturer a second glance. Heck, even my age radar is screwed up! At the rate I'm eyeing barely legal
On second thoughts, I think there's nothing I like better at the moment than a rich, innocent, 22yo virgin boy. Mmm.
Think boycakes. Ab-so-lute-ly scandilicious.
Mr S, you better watch out... *evilgrin!* :)
Edited: And thennnnnnn harrrrr... I just found out that my lecturer might be gay. Actually, I did suspect that for awhile because he's got pretty boy looks and he's slightly "soft". See how bloody screwed up my life is? Along with my age-dar, my gaydar is fucked too!!!!! AAAARRRGGGHHHHH!!!!
I am so embarassed.
*ahem*
Someone just kill me, please.
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
Para sa'yoI'm not in the mood to blog today.
I wanted to do a freestyle piece but the words seem to flee everytime I seek to pen them down.
This morning was simply gorgeous. Perfect weather - bright and sunny, yet breezy. It's just one of those days when I'm glad to be alive. I was so tempted to play hooky, but my assignment beckoned and so here I am, stuck within the half-walls of my cubby.
What a space of blogspace. I guess I'll just answer yesterday's post comments here.
snglguy: Did I enjoy church camp? Yes, I did. The first night I was down with migraine. The second night, I was down with mild depression. Erm, make that self-diagnosed depression. Sometimes I wish God wasn't such a mindreader. Half of the pastor's sermon on the second night was sooo like the story of my life. The bad bits, that is.
fh20: Oooo... thank you so much! Can, can... please take me for a kayak ride. I want to go see river dolphins. I want to bring one home and rear it in the bath tub. Yesh.
iwene: Huh. Your time will come, girl... just you wait. And of course I survived church camp. I'm not as *fragile* as I make out to be. Bwahahahahahahahahaha.
spot: Thank you. Btw, I loved your little freestyle piece *envy*. Kel and I are just friends, which is a good but very boring thing.
yvy: Those mozzies can't penetrate my permanent nicotine smokescreen!!! And I didn't get any pressies this year. Just lots of dinners - the best being the sashimi & oyster buffet. Heh.
I wanted to do a freestyle piece but the words seem to flee everytime I seek to pen them down.
This morning was simply gorgeous. Perfect weather - bright and sunny, yet breezy. It's just one of those days when I'm glad to be alive. I was so tempted to play hooky, but my assignment beckoned and so here I am, stuck within the half-walls of my cubby.
What a space of blogspace. I guess I'll just answer yesterday's post comments here.
snglguy: Did I enjoy church camp? Yes, I did. The first night I was down with migraine. The second night, I was down with mild depression. Erm, make that self-diagnosed depression. Sometimes I wish God wasn't such a mindreader. Half of the pastor's sermon on the second night was sooo like the story of my life. The bad bits, that is.
fh20: Oooo... thank you so much! Can, can... please take me for a kayak ride. I want to go see river dolphins. I want to bring one home and rear it in the bath tub. Yesh.
iwene: Huh. Your time will come, girl... just you wait. And of course I survived church camp. I'm not as *fragile* as I make out to be. Bwahahahahahahahahaha.
spot: Thank you. Btw, I loved your little freestyle piece *envy*. Kel and I are just friends, which is a good but very boring thing.
yvy: Those mozzies can't penetrate my permanent nicotine smokescreen!!! And I didn't get any pressies this year. Just lots of dinners - the best being the sashimi & oyster buffet. Heh.
Okay peeps, y'alls have a nice boring day.
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Birthday thank-yousA gazillion thanks to those who sent me pwetty birthday wishes and hugs through my blog: jay, snglguy, tigerjoe, yvy, plink, iwene...
and thru smses and phone calls: kel, el, ac, seb, as, emsie cupcake...
and thru real life: the entire first baptist church (fbc) motley crew...
and those who bought me dinner(s): thongsie, mk, hing, ac, and my parents.
Unfortunately, I had to pay for my own cake and drinks (which was alot more expensive than the dinner) because my dad has zero concept of "please pay for the food at the counter". In his own world, self-service is a myth and noone ever pays for food before it is tasted.
I bought myself two pairs of Nike shoes (in addition to three pairs of Adidas sports shorts, an Adidas top, and a pair of Adidas slippers). Yayness, I'm all kitted to play frisbee now!
Church camp was fun, except for the first night when I went to bed at 10pm due to a pounding migraine, and the second night when I temporarily lapsed into depression and MK had to play psychiatrist with me. I discovered that when placed in a room with five or more squealing girls, I get very nervous and agitated. I discovered that exposure to rain gives me an effing migraine. I discovered that I am not afraid of cicadas and stink bugs. I discovered that I still know how to sweep the floor. The last time I swept the floor before camp was 2 years ago, and I don't ever sweep the floor at home because that's, well, the maid's job innit? Heh.
I am one with my inner snob. Ohmmmm.....
and thru smses and phone calls: kel, el, ac, seb, as, emsie cupcake...
and thru real life: the entire first baptist church (fbc) motley crew...
and those who bought me dinner(s): thongsie, mk, hing, ac, and my parents.
Unfortunately, I had to pay for my own cake and drinks (which was alot more expensive than the dinner) because my dad has zero concept of "please pay for the food at the counter". In his own world, self-service is a myth and noone ever pays for food before it is tasted.
I bought myself two pairs of Nike shoes (in addition to three pairs of Adidas sports shorts, an Adidas top, and a pair of Adidas slippers). Yayness, I'm all kitted to play frisbee now!
Church camp was fun, except for the first night when I went to bed at 10pm due to a pounding migraine, and the second night when I temporarily lapsed into depression and MK had to play psychiatrist with me. I discovered that when placed in a room with five or more squealing girls, I get very nervous and agitated. I discovered that exposure to rain gives me an effing migraine. I discovered that I am not afraid of cicadas and stink bugs. I discovered that I still know how to sweep the floor. The last time I swept the floor before camp was 2 years ago, and I don't ever sweep the floor at home because that's, well, the maid's job innit? Heh.
I am one with my inner snob. Ohmmmm.....
