Sunday, June 19, 2005
jus une semaine
tingtingah haha!i got your text!5mins into my eighty mcqs.tsk tsk.yay!jus une semaine.seven days.oh and tim tams comes in chewy caramel,chilli-choc,tia maria,chocolate truffle,cherry temptation et ceteratoomanytoremember.tell me asap about your bulk purchase figure in soon.aiyo im taking a whole samsonite suitcase of food.
ay my facial hair is so appallingly visible i feel manly.trump scrutinises,looked horrified and offered to buy me an epilator.could be the climate i swear,my moustache feels fury.
angelina jolie proved her fatality,im ashamed staring at her sex-oozing-outta-her-pores bod.i actually paid more attention to her barely a quarter into mr and mrs smith when i should be lusting after good ol’ mr pitt.and yes liqi,aniston definitely lost hands down to your ange la.
my girlfriend,wendy,was mugged on friday.the whole episode had been seemingly emotionally scarring to her.just when you thought you will die of the monotonous regularity of study-sleep-eat-study cycle,shit happens.the mugger (some young punk in tri-colour stripped tee) had been eyeing her movements for some time before he detached the grilled balcony doors,preyed on her laptop,mobiles and her wallet then hid behind the curtains,only to be waiting for her to leave her seat.trump was right about keeping a baseball bat in the house,just in case he says.i think we all should.what is the point of lamenting on what should have been done just then.such audacity!wanting to whack his balls apart,hurl verbal abuse of every other language you are familiar with and cursing his entire extended ancestral eighteen generations.wendy just managed a “hey you!” and the young punk leaped over her balcony and vanished within the dark shadows.to think that i had miso soup at wendy’s, 230am the previous night.but so that night i learnt the emergency number to call: 000 for police.
but anyway,we have men in the house now.men.roy arrived with mich’s barang barang,which includes made in singapore’s “jack and jill” chips.she shi she-ed a barbecue flavour pack for me.at that instant,it feels so much like home,complete with sbs (foreign channel)’s timely screening of early 90s hongkong ghostbusting flick which featured some queer looking multiple eyed gremlins,cheap fancy camera tricks-of-then and lousy swordplays which might have been the inspiration to the idea of light sabers in starwars.aiyah but the aftermath of unnecessary food consumption disgusted me,an approximately 1000 calorie intake and a lingering thang on my fingertips.how frightfully depressing.
you know how ‘msn today’ always pops up with this daily weather/temperature forecast on the top right corner, the perpetually rising figures scares me with the possibility of having my sweat soaking through my undies.i dont want to die drowning in my own perspiration.ahh..i dont wanna feel sticky and fat and undesirable.yucks.
i feel awful having to belate his birthday present.what to buy what to buy?
fuck at 6:15 PM