You. inside my mind.: November 2008

Saturday, 29 November 2008

Harvest a heart for this poor soul

See, my favourite auntie and uncle who loves to do stupid thing like dipping ice cream in chilli sauce. Partly contributing to the dirty toilet's in KL.

The kid with the waterproof camera but not evidence since he doesn't let me try.

I'll just change his name from Muffin to Hippo. Look at the mouth.

When you look at this majestic building you feel so overpowered but then think about the people who died in 911, 3 days from my birthday then you'll tell yourself that it doesn't really deserves all the glory it gets.

I finally found someone shorter than me. (if you exclude irene)

(Ripley's believe it or not Museum)

Can you see I'm smiling so fake. That's because this is the torture chair of God knows when so if any of you dares to bully me I'll ship you off to Genting with DHL and screw your sorry ass to this seat. Now I sound so evil I don't think I'll ever get marries.

Grabbed the Jewel.

The fertility statue. I touched it, and my period's late. But wrong guess, I didn't do anything naughty.

I know I owe you guys this post, and another regarding the lesbian party over at Jenise's house but I've been too lazy recently, even to date hot guys out so just bear with this bare post while I try to buy time and let you guys see mother hot pictures of the sleepover the other time.

For now, MSN is screwed so anybody who wants to talk to me, please buzz my phone but not at unearthly hours hor thanks. I kinda miss Justin right now cause that grouchy shit is studying and strictly forbids himself from replying all my crap messages. Fuck?

Genting was fun since it's the first time I went. No hot guys and I didn't get killed by the long ride there, sad for you. The food was good, I ate everything and went to the toilet with the ass facing the seat not the mouth. The people was good, no one stole my stuffs or banged into me without saying sorry. The hotel was good, I could do somersaults on the bed without breaking it. The rides were good, I screamed mother loud and made a new friend there. I was good, ya lah, as always, what's new?

I came back and went for my dance class straight. Not pole dance if that's what you're guessing. Don't laugh when you think of my thunder trunks doing hops and squats because so you should know I'll be shaking my ass in front of 900? people on Dec10 and I'm pretty proud of it!

The next day was lesbian party at the pink girl's house playing fighting for space in bed and endless camera time and donuts digs then chicken rice in the morning flirting with the stallowner for more vegetables and then coming home tired and over consumed. I know this sentence has no pauses in between so you could slightly guess that's how my day went like.

Saturday was turning up at drummies late, only to find out I'm the only one who attended the class and then attending dinner with a colleague whom I have a growing suspicion that she carries a torch for me.

Monday was getting an sms from Yiwei to ask me out for dinner but then a last minute, EH SORRY I CANNOT MAKE IT BUT I'LL MAKE IT UP TO YOU SOMEDAY. Goodnews Yiwei, I'll ship you off to Genting and the torture chair. Say bye to Singapore now.

Tuesday was Justin cancelling lunch on me. It didn't feel good cause it's the second time that week already but guiltridden Justin asked me out at night just to make up for it. Then wednesday was waking up early at mother 6.30am just to go out for breakfast with himbo Justin but he's forgiven since he gives in to me for most of the 1hr arcade game. I owned him like crazy.

Pictures yet to come for the pink gurl's party. so stay tuned!

Sunday, 23 November 2008

My new name is Jelly.

I've been slogging hard, facing my fuck cheebye supervisor who uses the most ridiculous excuses just to escape from the piles of dishes to be washed or to save the floor from being flooded with too many potatoes. I've been rolling my beautiful eyes at 2 colleagues who couldn't differentiate sentences when customers asked "What is the fish cooked with", they answered "Yes Mam, the fish is good". Nabeh?

But I'm not complaining, because I'm still enjoying the overusage of my sickening voice of caucasians that are mainly made up of guys. Because I still love digging ice creams. Because each second that ticks away, more moolah is going to have a new home in my bank account. I'm just fuck tired the magician hiding with my behind the counters is letting peppermint ice cream fall from the fan, that he mixes orders up and complains I'm too short to reach the topmost bar of coke. But eh, ah cock, I think you only 160 only hor?

Enough shit talk. I'm going off to genting to try to sneak into casinoes and win money so I won't have to work or find a sugar daddy. So the next time you see me try to lick my boots squeaky clean and if you're lucky I might include you in my inheritance list. Intellectual words saved for the next time iloveyoumuchokaybyebye.

Monday, 10 November 2008

When it's your stop, get down.

Sometimes it gets on my nerves so much how much judgement one can face in just a single day. Judging and comparing should be void or left barren because it usually stimulates a self consious image, you usually have to grapple with the redundancy of excess pressure inflicted upon you. And well, most of the times, it's usually something more than just a benigned remark.

I've been judged today, in a small way actually, by the local hairdresser. She snipped my fringe off and now it looks like pubic hair, I had to attend school with a hairband. She commented I had rubbish hair and even though I was unfazed by her remarks, I wanted to shout at her for being so highly unprofessional about cutting my hair when she can't do the most basic thing, which is to focus on her customer instead of letting her eyeballs roll towards the repair man. Enough said, don't wanna be a whiny bitch because my hair is going to grow back some day and a shorter fringe means clearer vision!My schedule is so tight, it fits me like a sex kitten's costume. I'm so drained of energy, I fault everyday. Like on saturday when I was going home, I mistook 185 as 105 and gladly board the bus, only to realise I couldn't reach home. I sprayed dettol all over myself because I didn't see the direction the nozzle was facing. I touched a hot burning object without realising and had to paste my pooh plaster on my finger, ouch):. I threw away 2 plasters because I didn't check beforehand. Even if I eat a gazillion energy bars now, I think I still can't walk straight. Me tired, me need to sleep. Somehow, I'm telling myself, there should be more interesting ways in life to die than having a war with fishes and playing with can drinks everyday.

14th nov was Zealot 1.1's bbq party and although the atmohphere wasn't anything near barbaric, meaning no food snatching and no one was on fire, but everybody was so engrossed in eating, we didn't have much fun. Fun only came when food was served, camwhore slut came alive and when the gays started singing. Photos later.

15th nov was drumming and then working till the sun sets. New colleagues, new stories to tell. That night I was consumed, I woke up to find my face in my dinner.

16th, forget it. It's too banal to even be talked about.

And the days yet to come, it's going to eat me alive. All that I'm glad of is that at the end of the month, I'll have moolah's to spend. Even thought income doesn't buys happiness, but it's still comforting to see cash in your bank. Recession is hitting!