When Daddy & I munch peanut butter cookies in silence, same favourites.
As promised,
K Yj now you can look @ my fat face for ten years.
Sabah was,
Bad food aplenty/hopeless shopping/handicraft devoid of integrity + the after-effect of diarrhoea & a bad feverish scare. All that aside, I must say, the mountains were great. The coolness of it all, reminds me of Perth. Plus the place where we stayed reminds me so much of Karma Chalets. Without the neat & prim strawberry/bee/vegetable farms that the Cameron Highlands boast, this is wild at its best. Snorkeling was one hell of an experience I swear, the fear (I don’t know why) of seeing corals & the fishes within so close. Not forgetting how an enterprising fish decided to give my knee a nip. I saw clownfishes!! & parrot fishes that stared right back at me, & schools of anchovies (whose movements were wayyy more precise than NDP mass parade), & a baby shark who ventured into the snorkeling area, & one gigantic grouper (you might be a big fish, in a little pond). Snorkeling was egg-citing, really. Just remember not to breathe through my nose & remember to breathe when I spot those fishes.
I’mma (hot)dawg.
Dog days are getting draggy. Gothic party had salted fish smelling kids ruling the ‘dancefloor’ with awkward outfits (like raw taped tits) & light-sticks flying all over. Got me deafer than ever, that’s bad. Well, sometimes I feel for those kids. They had no chance to fight at all. But well, that’s out of my control. & getting into routine now, pretty good.
& I got a new maroon notebook for writing. Should visit HortPark sometime, when I manage to pluck myself out of the books. I need to exercise, horrendously fat now. At the rate I’m ingesting snacks. Sucksssss.
Msn’s been a bitch, since last Tuesday. Explains my absence from your online friends list. I’ve been missing you too, Yj. Just too tired/lazy to send an email over. Haha, sorry.
Work’s been fine, minus the hurting ankles. I’m pretty deaf, honestly. I constantly need people to repeat orders. The worse thing is, I’m like a fucking dog (I WANT A RABBIT). Kids come in, they’re your age, but they treat you like, trash. Like some beggar when you know very well that you could afford to patronise such places if you allowed yourself to. But well, MONEY. Number one priority. No money, no honey.
On the lighter side of things, I think. I’ve a knack for walking into couples in the midst of their very hot make-out session (HAHA). It’s like, sex-teach. Raw sex-teach. But what’s gross is that, those people, they aren’t even a wee bit hot. O, & you get to witness the chronological order of how-things-happen. &&, there was a Bangla flasher in all-black on Monday night, big Bang sial. & a stupid drunkard fight too, with lots of Hokkien & dramatic Chinese thrown in, makes good entertainment.
I swore I’d never tutor anyone but I’m a softy for broken families.
& Patti Smith is the newest thing. + lotsssss of Nora Roberts.
Yj, do not overstress yourself with exams. I understand perfectly how much you need a perfect little punching bag to release all that exam angst studying has gotten into you. You loathe books, don’t you. Along with numbers & long arduous hours spent on a table, not the dancefloor with spotlights. Press on honey, can’t wait to see you & your fake blonde hair.
Gangsta
Grey nail polish,
Eyeliners,
Black jeans,
Leather sneakerzz.
It’s the same everyday – the moment I get on the Net, I exhaust all the P!nk videos on youtube. Da woman!
Ay, it’s been just a day & I’m already missing you.
Interview @ Alley Bar tomorrow, just let me have it. Come on.
I think inside me, it lives a gigantic chatterbox. Maybe momma was right from way back when she first called me a chatterbox & I always thought I was quiet at home. This isn’t right, I’m blabbering off to anyone available (I do not care) & I bet they can’t wait for me to stop. But no, I can’t stop. What is wrong with me, I wish I can blabber off to someone who doesn’t think I’m blabbering crap. But I am blabbering crap. & I have absolutely no idea whatsoever, why do I have so much to say? I’ve decided, I need, a mammalian companion. Any mammal would do. Ok, I don’t like cats. I hate cats. I want two fat chubby hamsters to roll in my hands. I want a parrot who’d talk back to me. & I don’t feel good letting it out to people, whom I know, would never get that close to me.
I think, I should take a break from Warhol.
It’d be funny if I become a Hooters girrrrrrrl. Yikes, panty-like shorts with your butt exposed. Night & Day, please hire me, you’re so good.
These days spent at home are so boring & pissy.
You wake up to:
1. Naggy granny
2. Fight for power socket
3. Mess to clean up
4. Biatch used your toothbrush, I can puke right away.
5. Biatch asks if you’re going out.
6. Biatch asks what’re you having for lunch.
& you come home to:
1. Naggy granny.
2. Even more mess to clear.
3. Biatch face.
I am so evil, I belong in hell.
& so today, I snagged myself an interview at a French chocolate parlor. But I couldn’t find the bus stop. & I’ve come to conclude, that I’ll never go near Anglo Chinese. Vicious girls, vicious sun. No good, no good at all.
I want to go on a salad diet, ewww. I’m going to try Ansley’s corn diet. She has a thing for small, brightly coloured things. Like, green peas (yuck!) & corn. Diet starts, tomorrow.
Of naive thoughts & innocent wants,
& so we ventured out of our comfort zone into a market in search for a treasure trove of studs to be welcomed by rolls & rolls of middle-aged men & women. Well, at least we know, no such thing. Only vicious sun. & boorish elephantine women, absolute motherfuckers.
Denim, my latest fad. Endowed with studs & smooch badges. Let’s be gay!
O, & p!nk is stuck in my head.
I’m not dead just floating
Right between the ink of your tattoo
In the belly of the beast we turned into
I’m not scared just changing
Right beyond the cigarette and the devilish smile
You’re my crack of sunlight
Rattlesnakes & Romance
Hooked on Andy Warhol, I wanna be an albino with white hair (a whole headful of it, not pathetic unsightly strands.) & I wished I went to Pageone warehouse sale yesterday & got a hell lot of good books sold dirt cheap.
“A pack rat with all the money in the world”
Job-searching is no fun, I feel like prostituting myself but what to do. If only cash rolls down in abundance daily. & I get to sprawl all over my bed with a good book all day with no yakky grandmothers or motherfuckers of an elder sister. O Yj, I wanna switch lives with you.
& I know, tomorrow’s gonna be a joyride.
