“You have to watch Spiderman with me,” he flips on the old-school Spidey cartoon “Why?!” i shrieked “Cos you have to.” “Dowannnn, watch something else!” “No. Spiderman. He’s so cool!!!” “Not fair. How come *you* don’t watch *my* cartoons with me?” “….” “In fact. Where *is* my My Little Pony VCD…” “….” “You threw it away didn’t you!? You did! You chucked it out the window when i wasn’t looking!” ” *laughs* No, i didn’t!” “Then where is it? And *why* do you have that stupid grin on your face?” “Because.” “You threw it away!” “Come, watch Spiderman.” “Dowannnn!!!” Wails cut through the air
In the end, i don’t know how, but i got suckered into watching Spiderman Cock-whipped to the max
I settled down into bed, “I’m watching. See? I’m watching okay.” “You’re not even wearing your glasses! -_- “
I burst out laughing. Dang. The boy caught me out. I put my glasses on. And stared at the screen.
“I know you’re gonna be thinking of other things while you stare at it,” he wagged his finger at me, “You’d better pay attention, i’ll test you after this!”
Tiu. Kena test for Spiderman episode? You must be joking.
I don’t care Retribution and punani power = finding/buying another VCD and making him watch it AND test him after that Oh! Make him watch My Little Princess! Yes yes yes!
My breasts have been marvelously bigger since before Kuching But my period had yet to come, bringing upon usual paranoid bouts of pregnancy Obviously not, in the end *phew*
“My period is damn heavy.” “And so are you!” ” “ ” “
Omg Talk About Timing
What the hell is wrong… I can’t get on google. I can’t get on MSN. I can’t get on gmail. I can’t get on blogspot. I can’t research. I can’t open my DAMN EMAILS
I frantically called my brother at 9:30 am “What’s WRONG with the internet?! What did you do? Did someone do something to it? Why can’t i open my email!?”
He said it’s not the pc Then how. Xanga, for once, can work -_-
Mags closing…. please don’t do this to me……………………….
: : Edit : :
My bro just smsed me that he read Streamyx has been down since 2am last night Streamyx is supposed to be GOOD! *bangs head and runs around house yelling*
Actually, i did run around the house yelling just now Damn pei, but noone’s at home to see me so its okay
I still can’t believe i can use xanga but nothing else THE IRONY
Now i have to go out and hunt for a non-streamyx connection UGH
About two years ago, Joyce got a shot of sunshine and spoilt at KL Tower *click*
A Bit On Baybeats
This is a prime example on how i exploit my friends The first time Mooky played at Rock The World, i was so excited and he happily shouted out ‘Malibu Rocks!’ There were cheers all around and through my glee, i wondered whether the mat rockers even *knew* what Malibu was
I recorded Mooky slutting fairies off for me in Singapore
Omg it’s the COOLEST video i took all year
The crowd damn layan right…
Okay, obviously it’s more cos it’s *him* saying it and not cos of what he said -_- But never before have i got (ok, fine, Mooky got) a crowd to cheer for fairies (so damn freaking loud somemore!) and Malibu too! Yippee!
Eh not bad, i didn’t shop that much in S’pore That much = only one top + a couple of accs.
WWJD?
AshleyTheMonkey and i were chatting online some time back And at one point, she typed “What would Joyce do?” Whereafter she went, “Shit, i just realised that it’s the same letters as WWJD – What Would Jesus Do!”
You are tired. Your friends are asking you to go out. WWJD? Party!
You have 30 ringgit in your pocket. A glass of wine costs 15. WWJD? Buy only!
You have a weekend outstation for work. You are also booked for another assignment the same weekend. Which one to choose? WWJD? Travel! Go go go!
You interview the biggest dumbass of all time. The things they said are idiotic beyond belief, though you *did* muka maintain throughout the whole interview. WWJD? Laugh over it with boyfriend!
Imagine all the Christians coming after me 0_o
Speaking about abbreviations, SuperstarAdlin & KinkyPugKev were calling me one the other day
“KB!” “What?” “KB!” “… *thinks*… oh. Kinky Blue issit.” “… no. Kaki botol!” “-_-“
I’m in Singapore. And Suanie smss me that we’re out in the NST yesterday for blogging for them. “You’re not going to like it,” she texts “Why?! Tell me now!!!”
She tried mms-ing me the image, i couldn’t get it. So she typed it out word for word.
I read it and i blew. I blew so badly, my anger fumes were spreading all around me
“Joyce is a cute 23-year-old who is into all the pleasures of life, especially fashion. Her blog, however, has an inordinate amount of content dedicated to TV host and radio deejay, Adam Carruthers. Guess it helps readership. Hits per month: Over 50,000.”
What. The. Fuck. Is. That.
“…has an inordinate amount of content dedicated..”
What?! Like as if i fucking blog about him as if its a fan blog is it? Perhaps it has an inordinate amount on him because he plays a part in my life..?! Just like all my other friends? Or just like how i blogged about my previous boyfriend’s conversations and mine before him???
Make me sound as if i bloody tumpang his glamour to get hits.
Why do you think i refer to him as ‘Smellie’? So that i don’t always have to write his name out!
I HATE BENCI people who connect my blogging with blogging about him Even when the Malay Mail interviewed me last time, i told AmirHafizi – “No mention about him. No. Dowan. None at all.”
I. Don’t. Like.
“Guess it helps readership”
Guess it helps readership?!?!!? I apparently HAD the readership before we got together! *He* was part of my readership for fuck’s sake!
I was so pissed off, i smsed him, “Did you read the fucking NST today yet?” Poor boy sleepily called me back to hear his girlfriend screaming on the phone like a mad pontianak (though i was trying to maintain cos Mooky’s friends were in the car with me -_-)
After my ranting, he meekly asked, “Are you mad at me?”
-_- “No. Of course i’m not mad at you la. Ish.”
Then at night when i got back from Attica, i checked my email to see the NST link Suanie sent me Since some time had passed, and anger is said to decrease with time Plus i noticed the name on the article and i know the writer I don’t reckon i have any problems with him so i tried… I tried reading it from another point of view You know, the positive kind
Cannot.
Cannot.
It still comes out negative in a way.
Makes me sound like a fucking bimbo and that my claim to blogging fame is cos i blog bout Adam.
Half the description of my blog and me was him and what he does. Why must mention him?!
Finally The Great One Has Returned To The F.K’s blog. (F.K stands for Fat Kid/ Fei Kai)
Ok Ok, its just Adam. Me being me, I thought I would type out what is interesting in my life. When I’m not working.
1) Futsul. Brilliant. Love it. So much fun. MaKEs ME wAnnA TyPe LiKE THiS. 2) DVDs. Here is a list of stuff to for YOU to watch. -Supernatural -Smallville -Prison Break -CSI -Everybody Hates Chris – Star Trek The Next Generation -Lois and Clark- The New Adventures of Superman -Alias -Las Vegas Ok, the list could go on…and on…and on. So I shall stop there. P.S- I DISLIKE LOST. I DISLIKE THE O.C Why? I find, in Lost, its 40 minutes of useless shots/conversations (beach, sea, camp etc), 10 mins of info. That makes 50 minutes. Then episode finish (minus commericals!)
Everybody go watch Rambo because that rocks. I love Rambo.
Oh yes, The Sopranos in another brilliant show. Top stuff.
Everybody should read comic books. They rule.
HAHAHAHAHA.
I sound (am) SUCH A NERD.
Peace. Adam C p.s-make sure you listen to your two hot chicks, Adam C and Ean on hitz.fm 10am-2pm. and watch Quickie (usually 11.30pm). Mon-Fri.
It’s the perfect arrangement that i sleep in the same room as Mooky Noone else can take his snoring save me – Little Miss Deep Sleeper
The boys are going for their soundcheck in a bit I’m going to stay back and do a bit of work
Story of my life, man Rush work, throw clothes into bag, run to airport by myself at 5am to Bangkok Rush work, throw clothes into suitcase, run to Kuching, do work in Kuching Rush work, throw clothes into bag, run to Singapore, do work in Spore
-_-
Sadness can die
Last night was a bit fuzzy… All i had were two 500ml of strong beer and… Rahul and me passed out in the car Didn’t get to eat supper
*just looked around room*
Everyone like damn pei like that -_- I was worried that there wouldn’t be space for me to stay with them And though of staying with room offered up by Mr. Banker friend Idiot Mr. Oil Broker has to be in London when i finally come to spore for a weekend
But there are 24 rooms in Hafiz’s ‘house’ Freaking four stories…
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