while everyone is out skanking away at the opening night of the beach club... i've been packing all my shit ready to jump on the plane!!
i'm scoffing down tom yum noodles now. packing made me hungry. and i just realised... it's not the best thing to eat while having a fuck-off dry cough. shit. it's going to agitate it and everyone on the plane will be giving me death stares while i hack my lungs out onto the eating tray.
good thing it's a day flight.
oh yea... guess what. i managed to canoodle my way out of genting and am now going to penang instead. yay!! i feel terrible for ditching my family, but really, the last thing i want to do while trying to escape winter's cold hands is go for a trip to genting. and genting's no fun coz i don't gamble... in casinoes.
yes yes... i know. penang beaches are shitty thanks to unsustainable tourism. but hey... like i said. i'm DESPERATE for some sun, sand and sea.
sun for tanning.
sand for avoiding getting it into ass crack.
sea for looking at while the sun beams happily over it.
i don't actually like swimming in salt water. everyone thought i was mad when i first moved to ki because i declared my preference of chlorine water over sea water. i remember the look of ridicule i'd get from the islanders.
hey you grew up in sea water, i grew up in chlorine water, okay? same shit, different taste.
toodles melbourne and my fellow pimps, skanks & hos!! see you in a few weeks!! *waves goodbye*
Friday, August 25, 2006
the incident at paul's place
cut and pasted from alda's blog:
from Paul Millott, owner, Solar Power Training Centre, 8, Resource Industrial Centre. Old Klang Road, Kuala Lumpur
The following incident occurred OUTSIDE in the car park, not inside any premises
Natasha (witness):
I was walking towards the restaurant next to Rajoo Flour Mill. Just as I saw Paul at the restaurant and went over to join him, I heard gunfire. The first two or three shots were from the opposite side of the car park, but at first I could not see the gunman.
Suddenly a crazed gunman in jeans and black T shirt appeared, running towards Paul and fired shots into the air. He did not identify himself or give any reason why he was firing his gun. He then pointed the gun at Paul and shouted "You get over there", indicating with the gun the direction he wanted him to go. He had just fired two shots about ten feet from the people seated in the restaurant They promptly ran, terrified, knocking over tables and chairs. People in the car park also ran but the gunman turned around and ordered them to come back. At this point Paul ran back to the entrance to his cafe, which was empty but one half of the two shutters was still half open. I saw two or three people rushing out of the cafe and the glass door was shattered in the panic. This was plate glass and will cost something like RM2,000 to replace. The staff had been cleaning up when the shots were fired in the car park and had fled.
Paul pulled down the shutter but by then the gunman was behind him and at once lifted the shutter back up again. I walked over to see what was going on. Paul told the gunman he could not go in because the premises were closed. He then informed Paul he was a police officer. Paul asked him for his ID and he pulled out his wallet and flashed it in the air very fast. I could not see any ID. Paul obviously didn't see it either. Paul asked again to see the ID but the gunman told him that was all he would be allowed to see. Paul stood his ground in the doorway and told the gunman he could not enter. The gunman banged his body up against Paul and shouted “are you pushing me?”. Paul said “I am not pushing you”. The gunman then tried again to knock Paul out of the way. He told Paul that this was Malaysia and the police could do what they liked. Paul asked whether he had a warrant and he replied he did not need one. Then he and another officer in plain clothes forced Paul's hands behind his back and handcuffed him. They gave no reason why they wanted to go into the cafe, or why they put the hand cuffs on Paul.
Paul:
The gunman, who had pointed a loaded gun at my head a few minutes earlier and his friend, then handcuffed me without giving any reason, as I stood in the doorway to the cafe. Then a man from DBKL appeared and asked for the license. As he did so the police pushed past me and against my will and by force entered my premises,. At this time the premises were empty and closed to the public. No one was inside, except the officers who had forced their way in, and me in handcuffs. The DBKL officer came in and checked the business license and then asked whether I had an entertainment license for the place. I told him that his officers had informed me I did not need an overall entertainment license for a training workshop and had returned my application. I also told him that I had applied for a permit to hold the private function on that day, which was the entertainment license. He denied that I had applied for this licence but I saw the application in his file and pointed it out to him. He told me it was applied for six weeks ago but their officers had been round many many times to the premises but always found it closed, so they had not been able to inspect it, and therefore to issue a license. He told me that I MUST have an Entertainment License to allow the Public to use the premises. I reminded him that the place was a workshop training centre and NOT OPEN TO THE PUBLIC. It is only used only for private bookings. I pointed out to him that he had confirmed the place was not open to the public, on their many visits to the premises, as they had found it closed to the public, on each and every visit.
The DBKL man told me I must go to his office on Monday. After that I asked the police to remove the handcuffs. They did so, and allowed me to go. By this time I was fully convinced the “crazed gunman” was in fact a police officer, so I apologised politely to him to for not allowing him to enter the premises. I Then went home.
I have just got back from DBKL.(21.8.06). The officer told me that the police had interviewed him and told him I had made a police report against him. I told him I only made the report about the police officer firing a gun. The DBKL officer claimed he had arrived as the police were forcing their way in and did not hear any gunshots. He told the police I would not let him in, but in fact he was standing behind the police officer and so was physically unable to enter the premises. I did not want any of them to enter because I know, from the experience of the party held on new Years Eve last year, that they would seize all the equipment brought in by the guests. The equipment seized on New Year's Eve has still not been returned in spite of a Court order issued on 31.7.06 stipulating that it should all be returned to the rightful owners by early September. The police claim that they have still not received the order from the magistrates' court.
Paul Millott, 21.8.06
Additional Information: One of the people in the square had a video camera. He got a clear picture of the police officer walking across the car park with his gun in his hand. There were no threats or disturbance visible. Also on the video is a clear picture of the police officer pointing his pistol at some people sitting in their car waiting to drive home and making them get out so he could arrest them. They did nothing to warrant arrest or to threaten the officer.
The police officers are from Brickfields Police Station.
24 youths are still in the lock up for being found walking across the car park. They will not be let out until next week.
Newspapers are claiming the police opened fire because members of the public had weapons. This is not substantiated and I had no weapons when the police pointed a gun at me.
from Paul Millott, owner, Solar Power Training Centre, 8, Resource Industrial Centre. Old Klang Road, Kuala Lumpur
The following incident occurred OUTSIDE in the car park, not inside any premises
Natasha (witness):
I was walking towards the restaurant next to Rajoo Flour Mill. Just as I saw Paul at the restaurant and went over to join him, I heard gunfire. The first two or three shots were from the opposite side of the car park, but at first I could not see the gunman.
Suddenly a crazed gunman in jeans and black T shirt appeared, running towards Paul and fired shots into the air. He did not identify himself or give any reason why he was firing his gun. He then pointed the gun at Paul and shouted "You get over there", indicating with the gun the direction he wanted him to go. He had just fired two shots about ten feet from the people seated in the restaurant They promptly ran, terrified, knocking over tables and chairs. People in the car park also ran but the gunman turned around and ordered them to come back. At this point Paul ran back to the entrance to his cafe, which was empty but one half of the two shutters was still half open. I saw two or three people rushing out of the cafe and the glass door was shattered in the panic. This was plate glass and will cost something like RM2,000 to replace. The staff had been cleaning up when the shots were fired in the car park and had fled.
Paul pulled down the shutter but by then the gunman was behind him and at once lifted the shutter back up again. I walked over to see what was going on. Paul told the gunman he could not go in because the premises were closed. He then informed Paul he was a police officer. Paul asked him for his ID and he pulled out his wallet and flashed it in the air very fast. I could not see any ID. Paul obviously didn't see it either. Paul asked again to see the ID but the gunman told him that was all he would be allowed to see. Paul stood his ground in the doorway and told the gunman he could not enter. The gunman banged his body up against Paul and shouted “are you pushing me?”. Paul said “I am not pushing you”. The gunman then tried again to knock Paul out of the way. He told Paul that this was Malaysia and the police could do what they liked. Paul asked whether he had a warrant and he replied he did not need one. Then he and another officer in plain clothes forced Paul's hands behind his back and handcuffed him. They gave no reason why they wanted to go into the cafe, or why they put the hand cuffs on Paul.
Paul:
The gunman, who had pointed a loaded gun at my head a few minutes earlier and his friend, then handcuffed me without giving any reason, as I stood in the doorway to the cafe. Then a man from DBKL appeared and asked for the license. As he did so the police pushed past me and against my will and by force entered my premises,. At this time the premises were empty and closed to the public. No one was inside, except the officers who had forced their way in, and me in handcuffs. The DBKL officer came in and checked the business license and then asked whether I had an entertainment license for the place. I told him that his officers had informed me I did not need an overall entertainment license for a training workshop and had returned my application. I also told him that I had applied for a permit to hold the private function on that day, which was the entertainment license. He denied that I had applied for this licence but I saw the application in his file and pointed it out to him. He told me it was applied for six weeks ago but their officers had been round many many times to the premises but always found it closed, so they had not been able to inspect it, and therefore to issue a license. He told me that I MUST have an Entertainment License to allow the Public to use the premises. I reminded him that the place was a workshop training centre and NOT OPEN TO THE PUBLIC. It is only used only for private bookings. I pointed out to him that he had confirmed the place was not open to the public, on their many visits to the premises, as they had found it closed to the public, on each and every visit.
The DBKL man told me I must go to his office on Monday. After that I asked the police to remove the handcuffs. They did so, and allowed me to go. By this time I was fully convinced the “crazed gunman” was in fact a police officer, so I apologised politely to him to for not allowing him to enter the premises. I Then went home.
I have just got back from DBKL.(21.8.06). The officer told me that the police had interviewed him and told him I had made a police report against him. I told him I only made the report about the police officer firing a gun. The DBKL officer claimed he had arrived as the police were forcing their way in and did not hear any gunshots. He told the police I would not let him in, but in fact he was standing behind the police officer and so was physically unable to enter the premises. I did not want any of them to enter because I know, from the experience of the party held on new Years Eve last year, that they would seize all the equipment brought in by the guests. The equipment seized on New Year's Eve has still not been returned in spite of a Court order issued on 31.7.06 stipulating that it should all be returned to the rightful owners by early September. The police claim that they have still not received the order from the magistrates' court.
Paul Millott, 21.8.06
Additional Information: One of the people in the square had a video camera. He got a clear picture of the police officer walking across the car park with his gun in his hand. There were no threats or disturbance visible. Also on the video is a clear picture of the police officer pointing his pistol at some people sitting in their car waiting to drive home and making them get out so he could arrest them. They did nothing to warrant arrest or to threaten the officer.
The police officers are from Brickfields Police Station.
24 youths are still in the lock up for being found walking across the car park. They will not be let out until next week.
Newspapers are claiming the police opened fire because members of the public had weapons. This is not substantiated and I had no weapons when the police pointed a gun at me.
fucking UNBELIEVABLE!!
an opportunity to go to perhentian came up, but no one could confirm with me.
promotion to go to phuket for rm500... once again, no one could confirm with me.
pulau besar kent promotion came up. then the damn thing got canceled.
penang came up. 27th - 31st. and then...?? my dad tells me he's booked for genting on the 31st. just ONE DAY. ONE DAY!!
*bang head on wall repeatedly*
WHHHYYYY?!?!?!?!
alignment of the planets? fuck the planets, i say!!
*seething*
promotion to go to phuket for rm500... once again, no one could confirm with me.
pulau besar kent promotion came up. then the damn thing got canceled.
penang came up. 27th - 31st. and then...?? my dad tells me he's booked for genting on the 31st. just ONE DAY. ONE DAY!!
*bang head on wall repeatedly*
WHHHYYYY?!?!?!?!
alignment of the planets? fuck the planets, i say!!
*seething*
Thursday, August 24, 2006
high up in the sky
whhheeeeeee. go robitussin!!
i'm feeling a little light-headed. i gotta take more of that shit. all of a sudden, medicine doesn't seem like such a bad thing after all. hahaha.
i've been watching chris rock for the last 2 hours. i've got the sofabed spread out in front of the tv, my quilt, pillows, hot water bottle.
the WORKS!!
i just want to be better before i hop onto that plane. tropical weather here i coooommeeee!! *sigh* now i just gotta wait for a beach holiday to fall on my lap. *looks up* please, dearest universe, gods and goddesses... let me have my beach holiday!!
i'm feeling a little light-headed. i gotta take more of that shit. all of a sudden, medicine doesn't seem like such a bad thing after all. hahaha.
i've been watching chris rock for the last 2 hours. i've got the sofabed spread out in front of the tv, my quilt, pillows, hot water bottle.
the WORKS!!
i just want to be better before i hop onto that plane. tropical weather here i coooommeeee!! *sigh* now i just gotta wait for a beach holiday to fall on my lap. *looks up* please, dearest universe, gods and goddesses... let me have my beach holiday!!
i listen to chris rock
i've ammoed myself up with honey lemon, soothers and robitussin.
chris rock - bigger and blacker
I love chris rock. robitussin. it tastes like dog pee, but if chris rock says it works, i'll believe him.
it brings back memories of my childhood. my maid/grandmother/teacher/aunties would try to feed me medicine.... and it would all come straight back out. man... i was a difficult child when it came to inserting anything into my mouth - food, medicine, pacifier.... please. no dirty thoughts, ok?
i'm picky with what goes in my mouth. *pause* okay, moving on...
i'm trying to think of what needs to be done before i go back to kl.
- bills
- unlock my 3 phone
- get belt from alice
- brunswick st shopping
- wedding mag for cam
- post off dress
hmmm... i'm pretty sure i'm forgetting something. does anyone in kl need ciggies? first come, first served. ewan's already booked ciggies back to melbourne.
chris rock - bigger and blacker
That's right. When l was a kid, we didn't have no insurance.
We didn't have a damn thing.You had to be damn near dead to see the doctor.
You had to be way past Robitussin.
That's all we had when l was a kid: Robitussin.
No matter what you got, Robitussin better handle it.
''Daddy, l got asthma.''
''Robitussin.''
''l got cancer.''
''Robitussin.''
l broke my leg, Daddy poured Robitussin on it.
''Yeah, boy, let that 'tussin get in there."
''Yeah, boy, let that 'tussin get on down to the bone."
''The 'tussin ought to straighten out the bone. lt's good."
''lf you run out of 'tussin, put some water in the jar, shake it up, more 'tussin.
''More 'tussin!''
___________________
I love chris rock. robitussin. it tastes like dog pee, but if chris rock says it works, i'll believe him.
it brings back memories of my childhood. my maid/grandmother/teacher/aunties would try to feed me medicine.... and it would all come straight back out. man... i was a difficult child when it came to inserting anything into my mouth - food, medicine, pacifier.... please. no dirty thoughts, ok?
i'm picky with what goes in my mouth. *pause* okay, moving on...
i'm trying to think of what needs to be done before i go back to kl.
- bills
- unlock my 3 phone
- get belt from alice
- wedding mag for cam
- post off dress
hmmm... i'm pretty sure i'm forgetting something. does anyone in kl need ciggies? first come, first served. ewan's already booked ciggies back to melbourne.
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
FUCK THE MLAYSIAN AUTHORITIES
yea. i'm giving them a big
FUCK YOU.
an incident occurred at paul's place in kl. it's posted on alda's blog.
it is a very fine example of how our country is going to shits. it has been spiraling down and i can only see it plummeting to its own social death unless everyone does their bit to do something about it. but what can one person do? how can we as individuals stand against this vague body of power we call the government?
i'm not a political person. but i would love to be part of a movement that would shake up the country to its core and crumble it down for a fresh start.
sounds like v for vendetta, doesn't it? hehe. ah... where's our V?
FUCK YOU.
an incident occurred at paul's place in kl. it's posted on alda's blog.
it is a very fine example of how our country is going to shits. it has been spiraling down and i can only see it plummeting to its own social death unless everyone does their bit to do something about it. but what can one person do? how can we as individuals stand against this vague body of power we call the government?
i'm not a political person. but i would love to be part of a movement that would shake up the country to its core and crumble it down for a fresh start.
sounds like v for vendetta, doesn't it? hehe. ah... where's our V?
all about sex
i want to pose a question to all of you.
is drunken sex better than normal sex? by drunken, i mean tipsy and (sort of) under control, as opposed to "uuughhh. stop stop. i need to vomit first. *puke* ok, let's continue!"
i've never tried it myself. i always had this impression that it would be a terrible experience. two people groping around, falling all over the place, things ending up in the wrong places... you get what i mean.
i find it hard to feel sexy when i know my face is burning red like a lobster and my make-up is all over the place. not to mention the lovely stench of alcohol everytime i breathe out. and can you imagine trying to undress sexily?? you think your movements are nice and smooth, when really you look like a zombie out of resident evil, sudden jerky movements. how sexy indeed.
so i wanna know what other people think about drunken sex. regardless of whether it's with a partner, a friend with benefits or some random.
i expect contribution from my lovely nymphettes.
is drunken sex better than normal sex? by drunken, i mean tipsy and (sort of) under control, as opposed to "uuughhh. stop stop. i need to vomit first. *puke* ok, let's continue!"
i've never tried it myself. i always had this impression that it would be a terrible experience. two people groping around, falling all over the place, things ending up in the wrong places... you get what i mean.
i find it hard to feel sexy when i know my face is burning red like a lobster and my make-up is all over the place. not to mention the lovely stench of alcohol everytime i breathe out. and can you imagine trying to undress sexily?? you think your movements are nice and smooth, when really you look like a zombie out of resident evil, sudden jerky movements. how sexy indeed.
so i wanna know what other people think about drunken sex. regardless of whether it's with a partner, a friend with benefits or some random.
i expect contribution from my lovely nymphettes.
*cough* *sneeze *kaput*
i am now officially sick. fuck. i jst HAD to get sick 4 days before going back to kl. bloody 'ell.
and the best part is... there's no more cold & flu tablets and no more berocca. *beeeeeeeeeeeeeeep* i have a sudden craving for chicken soup or brand's chicken essence. let me just wallow in self-pity here and be a whiny pussy okay?
my whole head and jaw hurts. i feel like my head's going to topple over from heaviness and my jaw's going to explode.
and the best part is... there's no more cold & flu tablets and no more berocca. *beeeeeeeeeeeeeeep* i have a sudden craving for chicken soup or brand's chicken essence. let me just wallow in self-pity here and be a whiny pussy okay?
my whole head and jaw hurts. i feel like my head's going to topple over from heaviness and my jaw's going to explode.
Monday, August 21, 2006
my little secrets
i was just chatting to my mum online...
kudos to mum and dad.
because i feel like it, i'm going to share some random things about my childhood with the whole wide world... all 40 of you who actually read this. what? you think you can stalk me and i can't stalk you back? hmmph.
1. as mentioned above, i was conceived while my mum was doing a headstand.
2. when i was 3, i had one of those red paddle cars. i was happily paddling around my grandmother's house when a metal bit that protruded from under the wheel found itself lodged into my thigh. i am told i just sat there without making a noise until my grandmother saw the blood pooling and freaked out. as you would. i wonder where that car was made. made in malaysia?
3. my cousins tell me i threw an angpow into the rubbish bin when i was young. must've been an early sign of my current spending habits.
4. i was fed prawn noodles when i was 3 months old because my mum ran out of milk. apparently i thought it tasted fantastic and wanted more. i've been eating spicy food ever since i started eating solid food. that explains a lot!! i'm addicted to chilli.
5. i lived with my grandparents throughout most of my childhood. my grandfather was a king in my eyes whenever he brought back durian. i would get him my special little plastic chair specially for him so he could carry out his duty of opening the durian properly.
hmmm... okay. in this picture, i'm sitting on the plastic chair... oops.
okay... i'm too lazy to think anymore. besides, it's no fun if you know everything about me. what would we talk about then?
did u tell me i was conceived while u were doing a headstand??
yes - why?
well... my friends and i were trying to figure out how that works -_-
lol - maybe it wasn't that trick.......but that was what i did........
huh?
your dad and i had been trying for a while.... and i heard of that trick..... so we did it.... but maybe it was just the right time.....
ah right
i still remember having my legs up in the air against the head of the bed!!!
hmmm let's not get too graphic ok
because i think i was leaving for a trip (work) and we realised that the date was THE date.......
lol
lol
oh well - you asked.....
kudos to mum and dad.
because i feel like it, i'm going to share some random things about my childhood with the whole wide world... all 40 of you who actually read this. what? you think you can stalk me and i can't stalk you back? hmmph.
1. as mentioned above, i was conceived while my mum was doing a headstand.
2. when i was 3, i had one of those red paddle cars. i was happily paddling around my grandmother's house when a metal bit that protruded from under the wheel found itself lodged into my thigh. i am told i just sat there without making a noise until my grandmother saw the blood pooling and freaked out. as you would. i wonder where that car was made. made in malaysia?
3. my cousins tell me i threw an angpow into the rubbish bin when i was young. must've been an early sign of my current spending habits.
4. i was fed prawn noodles when i was 3 months old because my mum ran out of milk. apparently i thought it tasted fantastic and wanted more. i've been eating spicy food ever since i started eating solid food. that explains a lot!! i'm addicted to chilli.
5. i lived with my grandparents throughout most of my childhood. my grandfather was a king in my eyes whenever he brought back durian. i would get him my special little plastic chair specially for him so he could carry out his duty of opening the durian properly.
hmmm... okay. in this picture, i'm sitting on the plastic chair... oops.
okay... i'm too lazy to think anymore. besides, it's no fun if you know everything about me. what would we talk about then?
oh, what a night!
dinner was at belgium beer cafe - eureka towers. mmmmm... mussels. spicy and provencale are my favourites.
bambi's steak was served cold... guess they waited for everyone's food to be ready before serving.
hope you enjoyed your lemon tart, ally!!
from left to right - jessie, jackie, denise, mili, ty, sabrina, katie, alice & olivia. my GAWD. so much oestrogen!!
not saying i have boobies... great wonders of chicken fillets.
i'm so happy for you two!! i can proudly say i was there from the beginning. while he was still trying to get into your pants. hahaha. ah love, sweet love.
thanks for coming faith!! your presence was a pleasant surprise.
i particularly like this photo. epitome of girly action... with clothes on.
i passed lily my camera while i went in for a pee and this is what happens. -_-
more pics are on my multiply.
bambi's steak was served cold... guess they waited for everyone's food to be ready before serving.
hope you enjoyed your lemon tart, ally!!
from left to right - jessie, jackie, denise, mili, ty, sabrina, katie, alice & olivia. my GAWD. so much oestrogen!!
not saying i have boobies... great wonders of chicken fillets.
i'm so happy for you two!! i can proudly say i was there from the beginning. while he was still trying to get into your pants. hahaha. ah love, sweet love.
thanks for coming faith!! your presence was a pleasant surprise.
i particularly like this photo. epitome of girly action... with clothes on.
i passed lily my camera while i went in for a pee and this is what happens. -_-
more pics are on my multiply.
overactive mind
what a long night filled with strange dreams. it mostly revolved around bali. i want to go back to bali. for a third time. and fourth. and fifth. hell why not just move there. back to my dreams...
it started off with angela and i planning a trip to sydney by taking either a train or doing a road trip. somehow we ended up in bali, revisiting places we had supposedly been to before. there was a whole row of resorts that were abandoned and this particular temple-like place that was half immersed in water. it was like being at an archaelogical site. ummm.... it's not a tsunami dream, so bali's safe, right?
moving on... michael popped into the dream. he was supposed to meet some tribal group the night before, but he stood them up. so they made him fight their best warrior. he was very savage looking. all ripped and toned with scars all over his face and crooked teeth. yeah... definitely not the type of guy you see on Men's Health magazine. so anyway, he chased michael up this tree. even the tree was weird, but i won't bother trying to describe it. they leapt up and up and up like monkeys. i couldn't bear to watch. i suffer from vertigo.
suddenly michael was squatting back on the ground, so i went over to see if he was alright. as i walked over, i realised he was taking a huge big shit with his ass facing us and the shit coming out. -_- thanks for the visual, mike.
later on, i was in a hotel room with chucky and alda's band who were practicing for a gig. chucky was in charge of lighting while alda, funnily enough was NOT the bassist. he was playing some tribal drum thing. the music was actually quite cool.... it was sort of like a fusion of jazz and STOMP beats. i was about to video them practicing when alda suddenly points at me.
"are you recording us?"
"err.. yes."
"what are you going to do with that recording?"
"err keep it on my computer."
"you can't just simply record bands and post them online ok."
"umm... okaaayyy."
kena scolding. *sniff*
so yeah. there were other bits and pieces as well... but they don't really make much sense in context. snooker, champagne, spa booking, warung made, seminyak, coffee shop.... random stuff.
it started off with angela and i planning a trip to sydney by taking either a train or doing a road trip. somehow we ended up in bali, revisiting places we had supposedly been to before. there was a whole row of resorts that were abandoned and this particular temple-like place that was half immersed in water. it was like being at an archaelogical site. ummm.... it's not a tsunami dream, so bali's safe, right?
moving on... michael popped into the dream. he was supposed to meet some tribal group the night before, but he stood them up. so they made him fight their best warrior. he was very savage looking. all ripped and toned with scars all over his face and crooked teeth. yeah... definitely not the type of guy you see on Men's Health magazine. so anyway, he chased michael up this tree. even the tree was weird, but i won't bother trying to describe it. they leapt up and up and up like monkeys. i couldn't bear to watch. i suffer from vertigo.
suddenly michael was squatting back on the ground, so i went over to see if he was alright. as i walked over, i realised he was taking a huge big shit with his ass facing us and the shit coming out. -_- thanks for the visual, mike.
later on, i was in a hotel room with chucky and alda's band who were practicing for a gig. chucky was in charge of lighting while alda, funnily enough was NOT the bassist. he was playing some tribal drum thing. the music was actually quite cool.... it was sort of like a fusion of jazz and STOMP beats. i was about to video them practicing when alda suddenly points at me.
"are you recording us?"
"err.. yes."
"what are you going to do with that recording?"
"err keep it on my computer."
"you can't just simply record bands and post them online ok."
"umm... okaaayyy."
kena scolding. *sniff*
so yeah. there were other bits and pieces as well... but they don't really make much sense in context. snooker, champagne, spa booking, warung made, seminyak, coffee shop.... random stuff.
Sunday, August 20, 2006
Layman's Guide To Suicide
just in case you were wondering... that's a title of a book. if you're feeling terribly depressed and entertaining suicidal thoughts, have a read of this book. there's an online version of it here.
" Whatever the case, you're now probably thinking to yourself, "Hey wait a minute, what if where I'm going is worse than where I am right now?" That's the dilemma, it's pretty much a crap shoot, and certainly something to consider.
So pop your head out of the oven, take the dry cleaning bag off your head, loosen the noose, put down the shotgun, quit inhaling the carbon monoxide, stop drinking the cleaning fluid and downing the sleeping pills - or whatever else you're doing - and take a breather to review a few of the possibilities."
haha. it cracked me up and made me feel abit better. just thought i'd share it with you equally miserable people out there. just doing my bit for the community.
::edit::
more death humour!! wheeeee.
1. In FRANCE, Jacques LeFevrier left nothing to chance when he decided to commit suicide. He stood at the top of a tall cliff and tied a noose around his neck. He tied the other end of the rope to a large rock. He drank some poison and set fire to his clothes. He even tried to shoot himself at the last moment. He jumped and fired the pistol.
" Whatever the case, you're now probably thinking to yourself, "Hey wait a minute, what if where I'm going is worse than where I am right now?" That's the dilemma, it's pretty much a crap shoot, and certainly something to consider.
So pop your head out of the oven, take the dry cleaning bag off your head, loosen the noose, put down the shotgun, quit inhaling the carbon monoxide, stop drinking the cleaning fluid and downing the sleeping pills - or whatever else you're doing - and take a breather to review a few of the possibilities."
haha. it cracked me up and made me feel abit better. just thought i'd share it with you equally miserable people out there. just doing my bit for the community.
::edit::
more death humour!! wheeeee.
1. In FRANCE, Jacques LeFevrier left nothing to chance when he decided to commit suicide. He stood at the top of a tall cliff and tied a noose around his neck. He tied the other end of the rope to a large rock. He drank some poison and set fire to his clothes. He even tried to shoot himself at the last moment. He jumped and fired the pistol.
The bullet missed him completely and cut through the rope above him. Free of the threat of hanging, he plunged into the sea. The sudden dunking extinguished the flames and made him vomit the poison. He was dragged out of the water by a kind fisherman and was taken to a hospital, where he died of hypothermia.
2. The Greek painter Zeuxis laughed so much at one of his own paintings he broke a blood vessel and died.
3. The Greek playwright Aeschylus was killed when an eagle dropped a tortoise on his head.
4. The Chinese Poet Li Po died when, on a boat, he leaned over the side to kiss the moon's reflection on the water, fell in and drowned.
5. Jack Daniel, founder of the famous Tennessee whiskey distillery, died of blood poisoning due to a toe injury he received after kicking his safe in anger when he could not remember its combination code. (1911)
-_- happy birthday ally
just got back from blvd. and of course... serial blogger that i am, first thing i do after shower is drink miso soup and jump onto blogger. stop snickering.... stop it, i tell you.
wat a bloody messy night. apart from me... as usual... i don't think there was a single sober person. well done everybody. well done olivia tai lo for lasting through the entire night!! *clap clap* spanklily on the other hand... *shaking head* USELESSSSS!! hahahaha. once again i found myself being the pillar of support for a drunk skank. needless to say, ally was drunk. but that's normal.
my throat is so gone. it was already sore... and it's fucked now. too much shouting because drunk people can't hear you very well. on top of that, i'm a soft spoken person. damn tiring i tell you.
anyway... enough for now. good night.
wat a bloody messy night. apart from me... as usual... i don't think there was a single sober person. well done everybody. well done olivia tai lo for lasting through the entire night!! *clap clap* spanklily on the other hand... *shaking head* USELESSSSS!! hahahaha. once again i found myself being the pillar of support for a drunk skank. needless to say, ally was drunk. but that's normal.
my throat is so gone. it was already sore... and it's fucked now. too much shouting because drunk people can't hear you very well. on top of that, i'm a soft spoken person. damn tiring i tell you.
anyway... enough for now. good night.
Saturday, August 19, 2006
Friday, August 18, 2006
beach beach beach!!
edit:: never mind. apparently it's been canceled. *sob* i reeeeeaaaally just want to escape to a beach damn it.
is anyone going? with my limited readership i'm not really expecting replies anyway... but just in case!!
is anyone going? with my limited readership i'm not really expecting replies anyway... but just in case!!
sick lil kitten
LUSCIOUS ALLY IS TURNING ONE YEAR OLDER TOMORROW!!
pic taken at donkey & xiao yang's farewell @ publicity
sorry babe. just had to broadcast it. mwahahaha. you know there's muuccchhh looooove. i'm looking forward to another night of skanking... and this time, we'll have ultimate skank spanklily with us. she'll put us all to shame.
i think i'm getting sick. the throat's feeling funny and i can feel phlegm building up. yuck yuck. not good. so much to get done by sunday and not enough time. tomorrow is market and shopping day followed by dinner and straight to blvd. and well... sunday will be recovery day, obviously.
shizers.
bambi, mish and i shall be working on a new project soon. project 3 nymphettes.
pic taken at donkey & xiao yang's farewell @ publicity
sorry babe. just had to broadcast it. mwahahaha. you know there's muuccchhh looooove. i'm looking forward to another night of skanking... and this time, we'll have ultimate skank spanklily with us. she'll put us all to shame.
i think i'm getting sick. the throat's feeling funny and i can feel phlegm building up. yuck yuck. not good. so much to get done by sunday and not enough time. tomorrow is market and shopping day followed by dinner and straight to blvd. and well... sunday will be recovery day, obviously.
shizers.
bambi, mish and i shall be working on a new project soon. project 3 nymphettes.
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
it's just not real
the beauty of a virtual conversation is... you can sound all happy la-la like you're standing on a mountainful of joy when in reality, you have tears streaming down your face and you're having the biggest breakdown ever. and the person on the other side will never know.
you never know how the other person is really feeling. you could have a whole virtual friend/relationship based on a complete lie.
scary isn't it.
you never know how the other person is really feeling. you could have a whole virtual friend/relationship based on a complete lie.
scary isn't it.
half-naked friend
i just got an email from splashmilk aka louyau mike. thanks mikel! it brightened up my day. now, in that email contained certain photos of the glorious PCD in action. i'm not sure where but who cares?! for your viewing pleasure....
so i forwarded the email to a few people. it was titled "Pussycat Dolls in Malaysia. What's the issue?"
phil the ogre replied:
"babes,..if the malaysian authorities wanted to know what constitutes decent dressing,..the last person they're going to ask is you,..cam's half naked friend."
fucker.
why am i cam's half naked friend? because you see... one fine new year's eve, on the night i met gene, phil, donkey, jarrod and douglas... i was wearing this grecian babydoll top. and when i walked in, gene exclaimed, "eh! who's cam's half-naked friend??"
but now... they just call me SEX. but that's another story.
so i forwarded the email to a few people. it was titled "Pussycat Dolls in Malaysia. What's the issue?"
phil the ogre replied:
"babes,..if the malaysian authorities wanted to know what constitutes decent dressing,..the last person they're going to ask is you,..cam's half naked friend."
fucker.
why am i cam's half naked friend? because you see... one fine new year's eve, on the night i met gene, phil, donkey, jarrod and douglas... i was wearing this grecian babydoll top. and when i walked in, gene exclaimed, "eh! who's cam's half-naked friend??"
but now... they just call me SEX. but that's another story.
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
BULLSHIT. it's all bullshit.
how the fuck am i supposed to write a cover letter to sell myself when i don't have anything to sell. i have nothing. zero. zip. nada.
what is even the point in it. everybody writes bullshit in their cover letters. so scoring a job is about who's the best at bullshitting? i just don't get it. it's beyond me. really.
i wish i could just write lies with ease and pretend that i'm representing myself... but i can't. i don't like lying. i am not naturally confident. i do not have superb talent nor creative skills. i am not a dynamic person. i wouldn't say i'm very effecient and i certainly have not got much experience in anything.
fuck me.
what is even the point in it. everybody writes bullshit in their cover letters. so scoring a job is about who's the best at bullshitting? i just don't get it. it's beyond me. really.
i wish i could just write lies with ease and pretend that i'm representing myself... but i can't. i don't like lying. i am not naturally confident. i do not have superb talent nor creative skills. i am not a dynamic person. i wouldn't say i'm very effecient and i certainly have not got much experience in anything.
fuck me.
eleven days...
that's how many days there are left til i touchdown in KL. back to tropical weather!! you just would not believe how much i am hating winter. honestly... C.A.N.N.O.T. wait til summer! another reason to look forward to going back to kl is...
my CANON IXUS 800IS!!
YAY!!
YAY!!
YAY!!
i've been pining for a new compact digi cam for aaaages. and i am going to get one. yaaayyyy. guess who's going to be a trigger happy bunny. =D it's retailing for about $475 after conversion... while over here they're selling it for $600+
i was tossing up between the idea of going on a beach holiday... because i really need some sun and a tan. but camera won over. plus... no one to go with. *sigh*
i sold my display shelf on ebay for a whopping $227.50... i bought it for $150. haha. i'm quite pleased with that... i just hope i don't get bad feedback for ikea's lack of workmanship. cheap bastards. the damn shelves are stuffed with pieces of folded cardboard inside. i kid you not. fucking cheap bastards. no wonder they're making so much bloody money.
so yessss..... looking forward to shopping for my ixus 800IS *beam*
my CANON IXUS 800IS!!
YAY!!
YAY!!
YAY!!
i've been pining for a new compact digi cam for aaaages. and i am going to get one. yaaayyyy. guess who's going to be a trigger happy bunny. =D it's retailing for about $475 after conversion... while over here they're selling it for $600+
i was tossing up between the idea of going on a beach holiday... because i really need some sun and a tan. but camera won over. plus... no one to go with. *sigh*
i sold my display shelf on ebay for a whopping $227.50... i bought it for $150. haha. i'm quite pleased with that... i just hope i don't get bad feedback for ikea's lack of workmanship. cheap bastards. the damn shelves are stuffed with pieces of folded cardboard inside. i kid you not. fucking cheap bastards. no wonder they're making so much bloody money.
so yessss..... looking forward to shopping for my ixus 800IS *beam*
Monday, August 14, 2006
serial blogging day
wanna see what we had for dinner? of course you do.
mains: garlic red wine osso bucco
dessert: chocolate brownies and cream
chef: jet
i managed to steal some pics from kristy's album as well while she was down in melbourne.
at comme off collins st (btwn russel and exhibition)
some chicken thing... i forgot what it's called
the lamb...
kristy and i stuffing our faces
bli looking demure
petrina and bli
at golden monkey...
kristy, me, den & olivia
at cookie
waiting for my extra hot bloody mary
boston tea party & bloody mary
can you tell who's the tipsy one?
yup. she's definitely tipsy...
mains: garlic red wine osso bucco
dessert: chocolate brownies and cream
chef: jet
i managed to steal some pics from kristy's album as well while she was down in melbourne.
at comme off collins st (btwn russel and exhibition)
some chicken thing... i forgot what it's called
the lamb...
kristy and i stuffing our faces
bli looking demure
petrina and bli
at golden monkey...
kristy, me, den & olivia
at cookie
waiting for my extra hot bloody mary
boston tea party & bloody mary
can you tell who's the tipsy one?
yup. she's definitely tipsy...
bizarre day
first of all...
IT'S BEEN THREE MONTHS!!
bambi... you should know what i'm talking about. *bang head on wall*
i'm so scarred. scarred for life. i will never look at those two the same. ever again. EVER. i have seen everything.
for those of you who have ever recorded anything explicit... i warn you, DO NOT keep them on your computer. burn it on cd. keep it locked in a box. whatever. do not keep it on your computer.
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i can't get over it. i'm still scarred.
IT'S BEEN THREE MONTHS!!
bambi... you should know what i'm talking about. *bang head on wall*
i'm so scarred. scarred for life. i will never look at those two the same. ever again. EVER. i have seen everything.
for those of you who have ever recorded anything explicit... i warn you, DO NOT keep them on your computer. burn it on cd. keep it locked in a box. whatever. do not keep it on your computer.
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i can't get over it. i'm still scarred.
Sunday, August 13, 2006
zombified
SLEEEEEPPPPP!! WHERE ARE YOU?!?!?!
lavish was once again a skank-o-rama night. except that our fellow skank olivia had to be taken home at about 1-something. tsk tsk.
after lavish on friday night, i managed to drift off to sleep at about 6.30am. i woke up at 10.30am. the whole of yesterday was spent zombifying in front of the computer. i attempted to take a nap but once again, thoughts flew in and out til i literally felt like jumping off the balcony.
except i'm scared of heights.
the entire day, once again felt like a recovery from a rave. tired body, buzzing mind. had dinner with jm's dad, family and friends. i did not think i would manage to survive without falling asleep at the table. but marianne kept me much awake with her personal experiences with ghost stories. i found them very fascinating.
as much as i just felt like going home and crawling into bed, justin was down for a night so i was supposed to meet up with him and ewan - the two troublemakers. ten years of knowing those two idiots.... ewan said we were going to bamboo. i thought it was a bar, so i happily agreed.
little did i know, there's an asian night called bamboo somewhere on lt bourke and king st. fucking hell. i was dressed for a family dinner, not a club. good thing i just happened to be wearing heels... for once. met up with justin's friends faith and lily.... and adrian rocked up as well. it was like a mini samad reunion.
classic line of the night award goes to faith. "do you want to whore?" pause. "oh my god! i meant do you want a drink?"
for those of you who have never been to bamboo... it is the most fucking dodgy club ever. small. dodgy. and the music's crap. i hate music that's over-mixed and too hardcore rap. like... hello?? how to skank like that?? *siiiiggghhhh* the dj just doesn't get it. *shaking head*
anyway... the birthday girl, lily.... is ULTIMATE SKANK!! if you people think noelle and i are skanks.... i'm sorry but we have to pave way for lily.
justin and i were sober as hell. ewan left to "get some". meanwhile, lily and faith were drunk as all hell and it took the boys 20 mins to get them in the car so we could go eat. faith kept trying to go back into the club. lily... well... she kept gyrating to any visible pole and ran with faith. -_- girls. i'm pretty sure i'm never like that. NEVER!!
got home at almost 5:30am. i watched the sunrise. again. quite pretty. finally crawled into bed at 7am.
now i'm running on five hours sleep. and i'm sore all over from skanking. okay enough talk. pics courtesy of adrian the cam whore. can't be bothered to edit pics in photoshop...
in the beginning....
me, justin & faith
troublemakers just & ewan
the girls - hui, lily, faith and me
skanking with faith
justin chandima tham meng hoe and i go way back
nooo! no more pics!!
the slut pillar
adrian the cam whore
*lick*
pouty faith
at the end of the night....
lavish was once again a skank-o-rama night. except that our fellow skank olivia had to be taken home at about 1-something. tsk tsk.
after lavish on friday night, i managed to drift off to sleep at about 6.30am. i woke up at 10.30am. the whole of yesterday was spent zombifying in front of the computer. i attempted to take a nap but once again, thoughts flew in and out til i literally felt like jumping off the balcony.
except i'm scared of heights.
the entire day, once again felt like a recovery from a rave. tired body, buzzing mind. had dinner with jm's dad, family and friends. i did not think i would manage to survive without falling asleep at the table. but marianne kept me much awake with her personal experiences with ghost stories. i found them very fascinating.
as much as i just felt like going home and crawling into bed, justin was down for a night so i was supposed to meet up with him and ewan - the two troublemakers. ten years of knowing those two idiots.... ewan said we were going to bamboo. i thought it was a bar, so i happily agreed.
little did i know, there's an asian night called bamboo somewhere on lt bourke and king st. fucking hell. i was dressed for a family dinner, not a club. good thing i just happened to be wearing heels... for once. met up with justin's friends faith and lily.... and adrian rocked up as well. it was like a mini samad reunion.
classic line of the night award goes to faith. "do you want to whore?" pause. "oh my god! i meant do you want a drink?"
for those of you who have never been to bamboo... it is the most fucking dodgy club ever. small. dodgy. and the music's crap. i hate music that's over-mixed and too hardcore rap. like... hello?? how to skank like that?? *siiiiggghhhh* the dj just doesn't get it. *shaking head*
anyway... the birthday girl, lily.... is ULTIMATE SKANK!! if you people think noelle and i are skanks.... i'm sorry but we have to pave way for lily.
justin and i were sober as hell. ewan left to "get some". meanwhile, lily and faith were drunk as all hell and it took the boys 20 mins to get them in the car so we could go eat. faith kept trying to go back into the club. lily... well... she kept gyrating to any visible pole and ran with faith. -_- girls. i'm pretty sure i'm never like that. NEVER!!
got home at almost 5:30am. i watched the sunrise. again. quite pretty. finally crawled into bed at 7am.
now i'm running on five hours sleep. and i'm sore all over from skanking. okay enough talk. pics courtesy of adrian the cam whore. can't be bothered to edit pics in photoshop...
in the beginning....
me, justin & faith
troublemakers just & ewan
the girls - hui, lily, faith and me
skanking with faith
justin chandima tham meng hoe and i go way back
nooo! no more pics!!
the slut pillar
adrian the cam whore
*lick*
pouty faith
at the end of the night....
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