Sunday, October 29, 2006
hung on the deadline
it's the eve of the eve of my deadline and i just realized half of the paper i wrote yesterday is completely pointless. and i dare shamelessly admit that i have not attended a single lecture for this module (who the hell goes for lecture at 10am on a monday).before I get over with my hungover hair-pulling stunt, i need divine intervention.
which can be rather easily arranged at the clinic with a feigned illness and a class drama act.
one day i may run out of such excuses.
fuck at 11:59 PM
Friday, October 27, 2006
note
so sim didn't receive the old fashioned love note - the forwarded email reply.just so you know, i'll be flying back home on the 17th.
oh and lovers, please consider an all-girls vietnam-bangkok/cambodia budget tour. 2 votes from liqi and sim already, so start saving!
fuck at 6:56 PM
Sunday, October 22, 2006
fucke you
hi love, how nice of you to drop by.
are you sick of D-O-T-A-C-O-V yet?
-brought to you by fucke-
fuck at 12:45 AM
Saturday, October 21, 2006
waiting for the crimson tide
the perils and obligations from being part of a social circle - furtive glances, a shared grief and unspoken (not-so) secretive web of intricately spun scandals and gossips and undeniably, i'm a monger; unfortunately. living under constant scrutiny of these so-called friends leaves no room for mistakes or wrong decisions. whisperings arouse suspicions, unexcusable events require you to 'show face', patronising smiles and conversations and unavoidable social intercourse; drains the soul perpetually.
i had enough.
after the semester ends, trump's leaving, kelly's leaving, weizhi and jodie are leaving. the thought scares me. i'm moving back to the city, bunking in with mich at a rather posh soho studio apartment sans privacy; wondering the possibilty of being unpolarized by the same absinthe-151 circle in such neighbourly proximity.
i had enough.
after the semester ends, trump's leaving, kelly's leaving, weizhi and jodie are leaving. the thought scares me. i'm moving back to the city, bunking in with mich at a rather posh soho studio apartment sans privacy; wondering the possibilty of being unpolarized by the same absinthe-151 circle in such neighbourly proximity.
moving also means i've to draw up a "furniture for sale" list, (2 years and so much barang!) furniture, cookery, utensils, beddings inherited from people who inherited, who inherited from people. and for once, i would like to decline a share in inheritance unless it's monetary. hah.
today, i drank the remaining juice from the carton, only to discover it has expired 2 days ago.
yea, i wish it is ovulation period, to safely credit the blame on hormones and wash away my angst in a crimson tide.
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maybe if they weren't so public with their sordid affairs with mary palmer and her five friends.
hush. these boys are so not shy. let's make love (tee-hee).
fuck at 7:26 PM
Friday, October 20, 2006
ah come tread the grounds of anacondas...
my ladies, with awed admiration at the lengths men go to love each other, I present to you male entertainment:a FUCKE-inspired production
The HwaChong Rugby Zoo
applauding the lack of imagination in the choice of name as well.
A barrel of testosterone, they are.
ooooooh, ya shure they're overflowing with love.
Initiated because all are DOCTORING themselves overseas (with the exception of literal poor mr yeo stuck in singapore, and jianwei the intelligently humourous one in smu). they wanna miss each other as well. ah sweet bashing, it's really a gender thing. the words are like inanimated ruffling of hair and pouncing onto each other. ya noe, the kindof scene you would expect upon every soccer goal?
yup, tread the jungle with caution and you'll find talk about snakes and anacondas and shooters and their tools and the golder finger, and of course the hand that fed and wankered. it all boils down to one tiny concept/major concern, yeah boiled down. Penis=Pride. it would take us a hundred years to understand the obsession with the legendary tool, yeah but from what i read, men in their 20s have their brains linked directly to their best(ORGANic)friend.
now take a look at that girl in your mirror who's gaga-ly fixated on her man, twirling in the hated love and loved hatred.
haha, i don't have the mere right to secrete sarcasm.
hail to the tool
ah chia at 4:03 AM
there was ka wa kih orh roh ji peng , now there is
vulgar is as vulgar is.timtams at 1:48 AM
Monday, October 16, 2006
chicken tonight?
what you need: slabs of chicken thigh and a pair of kitchen scissorsstart by cutting off visible and any of various soft yellowish, semisolid organic compounds; otherwise constitute the simplified definition of fats.
flip over to its underside. perform the same method. clean chicken thigh under running water.
result: surprisingly therapeutic. minus the lingering poultry stench.
fuck at 8:30 PM
check this beauty outtimtams at 8:05 PM
Saturday, October 14, 2006
the unbearable lightness of germen
Oh dear liqi has more than 8 days to share! shes been telling me about this italian man in her class, who lyric-writes business documents, and cries out for a girl on the streets!
timtams at 1:30 PM
Friday, October 13, 2006
there's nothing like the good ol' liqi
these days, i don't really have the say in the movies we watch. as you know, "we" refers to the boys and i; or simply the housemates or extended bunkers and neighbours.i decided we should watch 'friends with money', the alternative non-mainstream choice that NW credited 3/4 stars and because 2 stars 'nacho libre' was sold out (thank god).
sadly, apart from mocking aniston who probably willed herself in thinking her friend's gym instructor was her true love, the movie was slow to entertain, maybe it wasn't suppose to entertain, which explained the boys' reaction later. such audacity from that two-timing good for nothing stumpy jerk to request aniston's maid character to change into his present - a french maid costume, thereafter to make love on the bed she was supposed to make (make the bed). plus a few good laughs from the friend who refused to wash her hair. it's strictly for all yaya sisterhoods.
the boys started figidting in their seats and throwing popcorns. the rest of the cinema-goers left. the movie had barely climaxed.
then, marcus and quentin exclaimed! i was to owe them $6.50 each for this bad movie.
what?
yes, im not really enjoying the movie too. but why let bad movies ruin your mood? they end eventually, don't they all?
and because bad movies don't ruin my mood but bad review do, i should perhaps always consult liqi and her 8days before any $6.50 investments. bah!
fuck at 8:20 PM
Monday, October 09, 2006
to fucke or not to fucke
found a deviant fucke by accident:http://fucke.deviantart.com/
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anyways, i wanted to ask what you think of this:
from il mondo, originally an italian song
Stay beside me, stay beside me
Say you´ll never leave me
How I love you, how I love you
How I need you - please, believe me
In your arms I found your heaven,
and your lips have done their part.
IL MONDO - your love is all I need in my world
Let tender kisses plead in my world
How could I ever lived without you?
IL MONDO - my heart belongs to you - so take it
and promise me, you´ll never break it!
Say you stay here in my arms!
haha somehow, i am starting to think that language learning but only serve to lessen romanticism. if you understand english, and men's language, you might feel mildly shocked at hearing such lyrics sung to wonderful music. if i knew music, and may be judge, i might declare it as faux a language too.
we should learn from the french demoiselles. for it is said, when a french man reads the menu out at a restaraunt, all american women within earshot will swoon and fall to his french feet, but when if he tries it with a french woman, she frankly will assess him, and see if he deserves a one night stand or not.
and if you have been close enough, you will know tt my lust for ... mouths of the world has turned a little italien recently. who wants to learn? save up! classes should start 2007, one course is about 500 bucks. after which, we can follow vans footsteps and fly to learning pisa to learn how to sway like siboney.
ike ud better not throw francais away now! take french in school le! we must go away from singapore, equip yourself!
timtams at 7:52 PM
battle of the hybrids
from all the tabloid toilet materials, most of them authenticate her as the real suri. well almost (suri resembles katie homles's ex, chris klein), and so explains the rumours of baby scams. but suri is beautiful, nonetheless, with cruise's eyes and holmes's demeanour.
the other well-known brangelina hybrid, sweet sweet shiloh. she inherited her mom's emerald eyes, besides that sultry pout. im placing my bet on her as the leader of the hollywood hybrid pack.
just because shiloh has a cute brother - who's taking private football lessons from daddy beckham.
fuck at 5:28 PM
Sunday, October 08, 2006
suri
Got a happy rich family in mail as a forward msg. So liqi and ike( for you are the best paparazzis i know) tell me if this isnt one of those photoshopped images.this is supposedly a vanity fair spread.
whoever this baby is, her eyes are going to enjoy an eva green.
im not sure these very aesthetically rendered photos are ... on par with haha a picture of my dad putting a durian near his buttocks, taken by my mum i think.
and a few years later, i did the same pose. without the durians but i think i had a hole in my pants.
did you know...
that katie holmes delivered this nondescript-color-eyed thing in silence? and she was fed indian food by cruise to induce labour. all in the name of his weird religion, scientology.
timtams at 8:31 PM
Saturday, October 07, 2006
14 October 2006, 10 amAWARE WORKSHOP: "SAFE SEX STARTS WITH ME"
2.5 hours of fun, hands-on, interactive discussions and games to share information on protecting yourself from getting sexually transmitted infections and HIV.
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oh my god ike, is that a bird hidden in the trees! its like mono lisa having bad breadth.
can you please not have animals on this site, or worse, put it in my mail disguised as a postcard (chia!) ?
timtams at 1:09 PM
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
jacqarandas season
UQ's urban legend: if a jacqaranda petal falls on your head, you will fail the exams.i'm not convinced nor threatened but unprepared to question superstition just yet.
fuck at 7:42 PM
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
jetting
just two shots of (unwilling) absinthe on the night before his flight and some 10 pounds of unpacked luggage, unsettled furniture; undecidedly abandoned at unassuming corners of the apartment.his company lasted through those chilly, abbreviated early days of winter; where nightfall descends almost after noon. and now he's leaving before the sunshine state's glorious summer days.
today, i took my last ride on quentin's skyline and my last bite on quentin's rosemary herbed omlette.
today, i bought my first bikini after bikinification.
which is oddly untimely, for all the girth accumulated during quentin's reign over the kitchen and the intention to ditch the girth before parading in surfer's, is oddly timely in the wake of his abrupt decision to leave.
and this is only the prelude.
fuck at 11:38 PM
Sunday, October 01, 2006
no charity
hmm how ever did breasts, or breast cancer get their symbolic color of PINK?who has pink breasts? is cancer pink?
but im not bitching pink, i just hope you would buy more strawberry-choco timtams and bring them back with you in dec.
i would breast cancer fdtn sell art of "breasts of the world" in all colors and flavors.
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i am furious, with a group of girls i am part of. (yes i am angry with myself for being part of this group)
irresponisble year ones professedly "passionate about womens issues" , yet when it comes to working in a all-female team, they are like ... unresponsive nipples on lifeless mounds--officiously female, booby, dangling, swinging breasts, yet inert, nonsensical, empty.
i wasted 3 hrs one skip-school day to publicly transport myself to school for a discussion which engendered nothing but regret for ever stepping out of the hse that one otherwise fine day.
a week later, i woke up one morning to go for a discussion--to give us a second chance--to get the work done once and for all--but alas! only to hear that meeting is cancelled 1.5 hrs before actual mtg time.
on the third occasion, i excused myself to sleep in, and not without guilt gloat at imagining them waste their time on one another.
post third occasion. i found out that they did not meet! because they could not be bothered to wake up. good thing i did not trouble myself.
however, my part of e work is done. (after 4 afternoons/evenings of labor) and they are not cooperating at all. i sent a lengthy email, wanting to take over, to make things work (cos everyone has tests and papers and ppts due next week, lets just make this easy) only to receive one liner replies such as "uhoh i did not cover these countries."
so?
damn these pubescent girls are cancerous
ah fucked up people i hate projects i want to read my literature my whole life and never undertake such projects with such first years irresponsibles . a plague of blue on their nipples!
timtams at 5:28 PM