Last night, i went to Dinesh’s apartment with MaryAaronSeongZherwynBobby to watch movies and drink Malibu. AshleyKanchFai were asking me to go to their place to watch movies too.
Both parties were giving me the EXACT same line on the phone “we have Malibu…. and juice to go with it too…”
This is bribery! *stamps size-5 foot* I feel so easily baited. All you have to do is mention Malibu and my ears perk up and all logic and slotting plans fly out the window.
While sipping on my Malibu cocktail, i chucked in Gone With The Wind (cos it’s been ages since i last saw it and i ADORE old movies). Oh, and the only way i managed to put it in without someone stopping me is cos we were waiting for Seong to come back with more mango juice. I vaguely remember voices in the bg saying things like: “oh my god. are we seriously watching this?” “this is a boring show. look, it’s just starting.. but it’s so boring it looks like it’s ending” Next thing i know, everyone went outside to smoke and talk leaving me and my Gone With The Wind. Pftt…
Yishyene the Marvel
I got this marvellous belated birthday card from Yishyene in Melb. I simply must storytell about Yishyene. She was a major part of my life in secondary school. And probably we both evolved to become the eccentric whack people we are today. We have similar handwriting and there is just so much more i don’t know where to start. She used to torture me in class. Yes, that was the main thing. She was a bully to me! (not as much as linitha tho) And she would bring strange things like a fan, a pillow and sunblock. (i’m actually laughing while typing this). I remember her bringing beans to eat in school. I would look at her eat her beans while she grinned at me chanting “Beans are good! The more you eat, the more you fart, the more you fart, the better you are!” or something like that. She wouldn’t call me by my normal name either. She would call me Daria (the MTV cartoon):
Okay, she *does* give me cool things. Like this Mr. Blobby toy. We used to obsess over Mr. Blobby in high school and draw him everywhere. He’s actually a British thing that somehow became this strange cult in the 90’s cos of his song and it shot to # 1. Now, you can’t get Mr. Blobby toys here so it’s special!!
Here’s a cartoon i found that she drew in form 5 i think. It was a story she concocted about my dog and i and i died in the end. Yes… i remember now… Joyce And Her Dog. Another of her evil jokes.
Back to the strange bits bout her, see this photo of me on Sports Day? I was wearing a big decent t-shirt. But no. Yishyene doesn’t think it’s flattering and cuts me out like so. (i found the cartoon and pic in a box filled with notes, letters, crap, odds and ends mostly given by her)
Now you can see how i became so traumatised in school. Once, she stole a group photo of 5 girls (incl. me and her) and cut out *only* our chest areas and wrote ‘Guess who? Ha.‘ on the back.
And this is the marvel herself. She’s the one grabbing innocent me of course.
see. SEE. She’s at it again. Bullying me. As usual.
Took a long longgg cold bath cos it’s so fucking hot Put on a hydroxy face mask and Biotherm body mud mask Moved on to remove one-week old fuchsia nail polish Primped and picked at my face for over 30 minutes Redid my eyebrows Moisturize moisturize moisturize with yummy smelling Body Butter Decided to wear my cute low-cut matching pink pajamas from Paris Made a lychee cocktail with some lychee alcohol my daddy bought me Put on the Empire Records OST And here i am online
Now.
Not only do i look extra fabulous, but smell and feel extra fabulous too.
It’s almost 5. My hair is just-washed and wet. Thus no sleep for now. Unless i’d rather nightmares of endless falling. Quite a bit i could think-o-to-do But my enthusiasm and ass seems rather heavy…
Pics i missed out last time. I’m being narcissistic for my friends as well. Cos we all look dang good.
5:24 am Good grief. I’m still awake and my hair is almost dried. But not quite. Rudy is still awake and we’re both keeping each other company and bitching online ๐ I went on his site for the first time and he mentioned *me* on his May 05 2004 entry. Looksee! > Rudyism
Since i have nought to do, i shall gush about my dad.
I think my father is absolutely cool beyond compare to the vast majority of malaysian parents here. Already, we indulge in the following:- 1. We talk about sex 2. He grins at me making cocktails whilst he’s making coffee at night. 3. He makes amazed expressions ifever i’m in early at home. 4. He buys me stuff i actually like/use/wear. 5. He thinks its fine if i want to become a lesbian. 6. He buys me Malibu. *MAJOR PLUS POINTS HERE*
Ok. There are so many other things. But anyway. A recent event contributed even moreso to that fact.
My father CARRIED ME into my house when i was spiked and out cold. Lisa was opening my door with my housekeys only to seem like a burglar cos my dad was still awake. They then introduced themselves and he got me from her car. Under normal circumstances, the child would be grounded, severely scolded and just die lar, y’know.
But what Daddy did was pat me on the head the next day, laugh at me and THAN tell me to be extra extra extra extra careful (including possibilities of situation etc). Getting spiked is no laughing matter at all. Just experiencing it once that night is enough to shock me into being more aware and afraid. And Daddy not making me feel worse bout it helped a whole great deal.
It’s almost 4. My hair is wrapped in tin foil. With purple dye underneath its sheen. Hooray. No more ungodly green strands. It’s time to wash it out. But Rudy is telling me how guys get chicks. To sleep with them. And amongst others. I gather Rudy should write a book. If he hasn’t already. Time to go. What will my father say at my… taking a shower at 4 am. Not too sane at all.
This equals to:- 1. Less drinking 2. Less partying 3. Being at home and online more
*stares at screen*
BwAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! *rofl*
*sighs*
ho hum… here starts another term. Here starts the same ol’ self-given line of “Better buck up more this term. No more playing so much. Put your head down to it. Your parents ain’t paying for you to slack off!” and seeing how things go….
Just one more term…. just one more term…!! and i’m OUT OF this CE college for good.
I’m in a melancholic mood today due to last night. Too little Malibu and too much beer. Too jeng BarMed and just-nice BarAmber. Apology does not come easy from my mouth. Thus flustery and blustery and blushing occured.
