Sometimes i don’t have that much fun in Zouk. Tonight wasn’t one of those times! Went there with JessNickWaysernIsaacRyanChris and bumped into darling Mooky and BernardStephEzraMelatiFaithRadzi and i forgot who else there. Notice how Mooky has his name by himself *wink*
I’m waiting for my hair to dry now. I have dreams of endless falling when i sleep with it wet.
Remember how i bought a new pepper spray because of the Mad Angry Motherfucker on Wednesday?
Well. I was thinking that i should practice taking it out really fast, unlock, aim and press it. I mean, how la if something did happen and i was too kancheong to do shit? Shy, man…
So. I hope to aim it at this cat i hate. It always shits in my back garden and you know* how cat shit leaves a massive stench. Gawd. I honestly really like animals alot. But not when it’s being a lancee rude one like so.
For instance, i like these two kittens who come into my garden to play…
I gave my ultimate bitch face in my ‘Business Management for Designers’ class today. The lecturer has been super late for the last two lessons. The first time he said, “Oh sorry traffic jam” yea whatever The second time he said, “Oh wah, couldn’t find parking man!” oh please. it’s 7 pm. there should be LOADS of parking lots around, people have LEFT office to go home… and anyway. isn’t this the excuse students give. Today is the third time he’s late. My class is from 7-9 pm. He arrived at 7.40 pm. The class was quietly watching him as he put down his stuff. This time *i* said to him, “So. Was it very difficult to find parking again” with an expressionless face. He did reply saying, “er… no this time different reason.”
Well. The thing about me is that if i’m really irritated, i can’t or won’t hide my bitch face.
It wouldn’t be so bad IF: 1. He wasn’t late three times in a row 2. He is always 30 mins late or more 3. He doesn’t end class half an hour early 4. He doesn’t read from the notes given out and tell grandfather stories 5. He took the damn attendance so appearing in the class is worth something
This class is ABSOLUTE COCK. COCK I TELL YOU.
Today, he was storytelling about smoking, drugs and alcohol. In what way does all this have to do with business management?! Than he was commenting that he doesn’t drink but he smokes alot. Alot alot alot, so claimed he. Right after that i said calmly to Fizah, “Smoking is worse”
It didn’t matter to me that i was sitting three feet away from him.
Okay, enough bitching, i have a life too. I’m off to Zouk to dance like a fairy and drink like a fish.
Ash and i were looking for a place to park in the 1U carpark this afternoon. We accidentally went the wrong way on one of the lanes. This van honked us CRAZILY even though there was space for him to pass. I mean, what the fuck man… it happens sometimes and *we* don’t honk madly when we experienced someone else going the opposite direction 5 mins later!
Ash stopped the car when we saw a guy walking towards his car to leave. Suddenly, this van stops abruptly in the middle of the lane and this guy hops out. He’s chinese, in his early 30s with this absolutely stark raving mad face. I can’t remember what he was wearing. Because his mad mofo face just distracts you from anything in a 3m radius of it.
“Ash. Lock your door…!” He goes to her window, starts yelling like a crazy motherfucker and punches at her window. And then. THEN. note: i’m not writing ‘than’ heh His equally violent crazy ass wife comes out with this angry expression as well. Oh. My. God. He gave the window another good two punches cos Ash and i were stoned with disbelief, before she drove off. I wish we rolled over his foot or something. He even tried to hold onto the car when we drove off. How so very smart.
Long story short, we were freaking paranoid after that cos he was so violent, i swear he would have taken a swing at Ash if he saw us in 1U. We told a security guard bout it and he temaned us upstairs. I bought pepper spray from Guardian… (it’s about time i got one anyhow) The back of the package stated ‘effects will last from 30 to 40 minutes’
And i said to Ash, “yEA. Die motherfucker DIE” while imagining spraying him and his damn wife till they cough and choke like hai and Ash and i will give him more than a few kicks in the balls for being a fucking bully to two small cute girls like us.
I went for a Korean feast in Hartamas with Andrew last night. We had pork and beef cooked on coals. And about 12 small side dishes. It was the first time i drank soju (korean form of jap sake). Yummy to the max and i was fucking full after.
We played pool. I hate playing pool cos i suck at it! Therefore i hate it ๐ It’s only natural to dislike something you suck at. And drank lotsa wine. Wine wine wine. Yum yum yum.
I met up with Aaron around 2 am. And that’s when my memory loss and nonsense rambling started… :p
“Did you know you sat there trying to type your ‘xanga.com/kinkybluefairy’ for FIFTEEN minutes?” “i did..?!” *laughs for ages* “YA. I just sat there and watched you trying to spell…” *laughs somemore*
I even told Aaron, “I need my swimming suit to go shopping with Ash and Kanch tomorrow”
I called poor Jess three times in a row saying crap like “Are you tired or not? Are you too tired to swim?” “I have class till 10 so i’ll be ready at 6” “Where are you?! WHY??!? fuck you!”
Shamless. Thank god she’s used to me and laughed at me instead of hating me…
I smell of vanilla and mint now. Not of alcohol. bleargh. Time to go shopping with Ashybashy and Kanchmanch
Why do i get comments that i’m a spoilt brat? I get an average allowance which doesn’t exceed though i wish it to. I work part-time to buy my materialistic crap. Yes, perhaps some friends and daddy *do* spoil me in other ways… But i know nothing comes easy! I can admit that i’m spoilt at times… but i’m no brat! *indignant*
I feel slightly better today. I realise i’m not as talkative as usual. Rudy exclaimed about me last night saying: “you’re always chirpy/happy/ephemereal/bouncy/’insert similar adjectives’!” But like i said to him, “my petrol *does* run out sometimes”
I didn’t finish my advertising visual work cos i didn’t have the mood to draw. Therefore i didn’t go to class. This is bad. I am slacking. I have to buck up cos it’s my last term.
Aaron woke me up and took me for lunch at Piccolo Mondo. Yes, i am being spoilt again.
I’m gonna follow Ash to the doctor’s now cos poor her is sick.
**Update: half hour later**
Ash wants to bathe first. So i’m waiting.
My mood is picking up slowly… Most people know i’m free for lunch and in Sunway area on Tuesdays cos my class ends at 1 pm, so i got some phonecalls from SeongBobby and BrianJane asking me out for lunch. Somehow, knowing that people want to see you picks you up. The feeling of being wanted is great.
