Drunk but white o.O

Pek San came back from San Francisco and Sukah, Jonie and Cindy from Melbourne. These people are damn smart. I really don't know how you score straight As for SPM/O levels AND A-levels AND be studying medicine and yet, drink as much as you do.

These pictures was taken at the beginning of this year but I only just got them off Pek San's laptop last night. Wah I damn the drunk. Didn't even remember feeling drunk so must really be drunk. Stupid alcohol. Alcohol sucks. Unless its whiskey. And why why why my make up so the white one?? Beginner at the time, dunno how to use. Clever go use other people's foundation cause I didn't have my own yet. OMG sounding so bimbo. Becoming like Mel.

Pek San, Stel, Su Kah.
Jonie, Cindy and me.
Quite nice lor my tatt :D

Macho macho me.

I met with Li Shan today who was my classmate back in A-levels. She told me about this one incident I had with poo. I laughed like a mad woman. The story's not pretty.

*knock knock*
Boo: Good Morning Miss, may I speak with Bliss? Just for a while. (in a pleasant tone)
Li Shan comes out of class.

Boo: BLISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!! HELPPPP!!!!
Li Shan: What?? What happened??
Boo: Look at my shoe!!! I stepped on shit!!
Li Shan: So? -_-
Boo: It's human shit!!!
Li Shan: What! Okay calm down let me se- EEYERRRR you stepped on shit!! Human shit!! YUCKKKKK!!
Boo: Help meeee help meee.

We got 2 packets of tissues and because I was wearing sneakers I had to fold it till it had a sharp edge and scrape it off the ridges under my cons.
Then I thrusted it into her face. LOOOKKK!!!

EWWWWWW.
I wasw henceforth known as the girl who stepped on human shit.
If I knew who the stupid bitch was who could shit on the floor outside of the cubicle, I'd slap her senseless I'm so serious. What kind of sick stunt were you trying to pull? Trying to duckie walk to the sink to wash your ass off is it. WHAT THE FUCK WEY.
I would have tossed the pair of shoes if it was any other pair but this one was too precious. My first pair of plain black cons. They were at least 4 years old. If I was wearing my second pair I would have dumped it and walked around barefoot.

But I think I handled the situation well. Any other girl would have cried and gone home. I'm macho like that.

A year ago.

This was after the Revelation at PD last year. When this picture was taken we were at a mamak nearby. It was approximately 7am after a whole night of sweating our bikinis off. After eating we went back to the penthouse to drink till 11am. Those days can party till dawn. Last week at Maison when it was 1am I was already asking Pek San if we can leave and go eat. And then I sulked till we did :D

Don't tell me without certain "fuels" I can't function outdoors.

The body and the mind are two tricky bastards.

Ink my soul.

"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails."
I Corinthians 13:4-8a (NIV)

Babi-Q

From L to R: Ah Heng, ME!, Alfred, Kong, Boon.
Yer, Heng looks naked here. And scary.

Nigel and Black, playing the Big2. (I hope that sounded salah)

John and Soon. It's black, its white. It's cincau soya bean.

Ham.. :(

Oh and Ian wasn't here. He left to Melbourne. Where he is obviously smoking the good stuff.

Bye Shor-tay!

Merry & Pippin.

Ixi's new babies. Super cute!

Good kinda hectic.

Lunch with the technicolor was to be at 1.30pm.
Joey got here at 2 and we got to Little Sai Gon at 2.45. *sheepish* Jam mar.

I had the Prawn Toast which was fricking awesome.
Everyone got their Awesome Twosome wedding invitations.
I wish I had a picture of it. And more time with them.
After lunch we left to Coffee Bean Mont Kiara.

Where Khai Lee picked me up at 3.45pm to meet Rachel and Jon at The Curve to watch S'kali but it wasn't showing.
So we went to Tribeca to yak about random everythings.
That's when I found out I was affiliated to the Rhino.

At 7 Rachel and I left to pick her mom up from Tropicana.
Rachel's mom revealed her delight in Ice Age 2, especially the part about how pissed the squirrel was when Sid woke him up just as he was getting to the Giant Acorn.
And then we both found out we loveee Boston Legal (Denny Crane..) and she told me the history of how it spun from The Practice to Boston, to Boston Legal.
We drove half an hour to Bukit something Rahman where her brother Russell had tuition.
We got to 1utama at 8pm.

Scott joined us at 8.15 at Chillis.
I dare say everyone overate.
Walking with our tummies sucked in, Scott, Rachel and I went to the car and picked Peish up and headed back to the Curve to meet Jon and Pek San to support Khai Lee's erm Laundry Hiphop thing.

What support. We found out that we had to pay RM25 as cover and immediately told Khai Lee we were gonna spend that money on drinks instead. He joined us half an hour later.
I've not been to Laundry so far because well in one of my earlier posts, I was extremely annoyed with the manager there who was extremely extremely rude to my sister's friends who were there.

Not being any moral values is fucked up enough. But asking a bunch of kids to "fuck off because i don't need your ice lemon tea and coke business", I would have slapped the fucker. Not because he was insulting them, but also because he was insulting himself. How stupid can one grown man be I really don't understand.
I told Khai Lee I'm sorry but I will not step foot into Laundry because of this. I'm a pain like that.
He said he spoke to the owner and she said she would compensate them.
I thought that was really sweet (and ethical, unlike her manager).
But no, we didn't end up there either.

We went to Fridays (hehehehehehehehehehehe)

I so cannot drink. I was red and drunk from one Electric Lemonade and 4 gulps of Long Island tea.

I had good company all day. I came home feeling really happy. And now..I'm going to sleep happy.

This writing style is so unlike me. Probably cause I have a headacahe from all that alcohol and my bed is calling me all sorts of sweet pet names.

My oldest buddy, Jonnums. We were reliving Standard 3, where he tried to slash me with a blade.

My brother Pek San. He has saved my life countless times and therefore, I can't imagine life without him.

Scotty and Hobbes. I love them both to death.

Rachel, Calvin & Peish. They were missing Krystina. If you're reading this Krys, you should have been here =)

<3

Return of the Hobbes.

Rachel's back! *dances around*

Gila time!

Hobbes: I'm coming to get you! Dress up!
Calvin: Are we going to some yuppie place? I don't like wei!
Hobbes: Nolah! Cause I'M dressed up nice.

-_-

How did he know..

After the "Freedom Party" last night where I was Queen and my loyal subjects were Tyler, Aran, Mervyn, Joachim and Enzo. Actually subjects wouldnt be a very good word since Aran wasn't being cooperative at first. But remember folks, Round 2 = The Rematch (Fight the ___!) of the Freedom Party will be held at the end of November. If some people *ahem are still "free" at the time.

So I came home and rang the doorbell and instead of the usual bubbly and gurgly Yang running and yelping "Da Jie! Da Jie!", I was greeted by a grumpy boy who was rubbing his eyes and saying "Da Jie..I'm sick la.."

I picked him up, swung him to me and we spent the next four hours together, coloring, cracking jokes and cuddling. One of the hours were spent in front of the computer and Yang cilmbed onto the sofa next to me. Usually he would listen to whatever I'm listening and bob his head to the beat OR when the Ramones come on he would headbang and shriek in excitement while trying to climb up onto my lap. Today he had a song request "Da Jie, Chicken Little song!!" So I played One little slip by the Barenaked Ladies for him. He knew all the words, I didn't know any.

Later we sat in silence.

He scooched over to me, put his arms around my neck and asked "Da Jie, are you sad?"

"No, I'm just unhappy."

He looked at me for what I felt was a long time. I saw tears in his huge eyes threatening to overflow and as I move to speak, he wails. And he wails. And he cries. And he sobs. And he heaves. He lies face flat on the floor and wails this bloodcurdling song. And he screams. Kicks. "Da Jie NO SAD!" He was bawling. And choking on his tears. When he was done, he crept over to his blankie and went to sleep, tears in his eyes.

Jumping on the bandwagon.

I finally saw something on YouTube worth posting.
Most would find this disgraceful and childish.
But I found it refreshing!

Click!

Fragments Part I.

How did Boys II Men's End of the Road infiltrate my playlist??

I miss listening to my dad sing along softly to Tears in Heaven.

I want my books back. I need my books back.

My dad finished The Da Vinci Code and passed it to me. Traitor. Frankly, I am mildly suprised that I can't get past 30 pages. After months and months of refusing to read the book and declining the movie (waiting for the right time to read/watch it), it really isn't as provoking as I expected it to be. I wasn't glued to it like I thought I would be. Like Aran, except he expected it, it was boring. Maybe that's why we both can't see what others can in those erm colorful blurry pictures you're supposed to stare at and relax the eyes to see what pops out. Nothing ever pops out for us.

How many fingers do I really have.

My Dude Ranch CD case is broken, when I saw it I felt strangely better than I was before.

When I watched Batman & Robin again this year, I thought it was really funny how I thought it was really cool the first time I saw it almost a decade ago. I watched the whole thing thinking "How did I fall for this crap?!" laughing by myself. And then I felt kinda sad, I wish I could still fall for crap.

Do I fall for crap?

If I hear another metaphor, I'll kill the messenger.

When was the last time I slept?

Please never worked when I was a child begging for another hour with my book at bedtime. Why should my relentless pleading work now? What am I really begging for? A beggar almost only gets scraps, because he doesnt have the luxury of choice. But I know I do. I know the choice is mine, hell life has been all about choices, paths and decision-making. So, again, what am I really begging for? When all my pleading falls on similarly broken heart.

If no one's gonna sing it to me, I'll sing it to myself.
"Don't you cryyyYYYYyyy tonight, there's a heaven above you baybehhhhHHHHHH.."

Don't give me anything breakable, cause I'll do to it what its intended for.

The last time I cried must be a week or so ago, and everytime the sky changes a shade, I wonder if that was the last time I would feel tears go down my cheeks, betraying all fronts of bravery and strength.

So now I heave and the anticipated flood doesn't come as I exhale, am I now brave and strong?

Have you ever seen a toddler so cute you feel like biting him/her? Ever felt that the thought is a little wrong? That's how I feel. A little wrong.

Disjointed.

It was cold.

Red. The others do it to feel alive, I slid it as a reminder that the choice to die is mine. I have no control over everything else but this. I am not allowed to cry, my tear ducts cannot function. It's too cold, 7 in the evening with 2 jackets on and I am shivering as if Hell froze over. I am clambering with this defect, my internal organs in a twist.

As it dripped the area felt warm and Hell struck a chord. I am bound by this fear, and torn between the eternal fire and the temporary death here in this 2nd hell and yet I want God to accept me through His gates yet I wish I never knew God and that Jesus never died on that cross so if I'm doomed, I'm doomed.. and I'm free to kick the chair from under me.

So I'm wrong. I don't have a choice. I want so badly to be off this "hook", to be free of this belief and this awful relationship with the Trinity. I've never believed in Karma and have never relied on it to get by. If Man is to hold to this and save himself, I believe him a fool. Having said this, Christianity is cruel but its never meant to offer temporary comfort(s) (the belief in Karma is a form of temporary comfort). As bizzare as this is to Man, Christianity is to save us from the cruel as this Earth is.

Holding whats left of my freezing and pulsing heart I can't begin to wonder what could be tomorrow, or what could become the day after but what simply is. I will continue to desire the unrealistic and absurd because I will continue to feel what the mind fails to articulate. The words of those who loves my empty shell echos within my skull and I am ashamed and shattered to say that their love falls short of this grief.

I don't need a reason to love, however ill-equipped, I can cling on to love at the threat of my ceasing to love him as I am to just be. My justifications might be weak but the fact is that unrequited love is unjustifiable. Just as how he keeps pushing me away and my heart is tearing and at the same time, is able to continue to love him. This is my only comfort, that I am able to love the unjustifiable.

Which is superior? To know why you love, or to love?

I'm sorry, I'm incoherent. My thoughts, as my heart and soul, are in fragments.

Big booms!

I heard fireworks go off a while ago. I ran out and I was squealing like a kid watching them. (I don't normally squeal, I'm not one of those girly girls)

They were HUGE. Much bigger than the ones in KL because these ones were quite low. They lit up the whole east region of the Sunway sky. We almost went up to Genting because there was fireworks there too but I'm glad I didn't. These ones I'm sure were way cooler, they were so close at one point I thought they were coming right at me. And no, I wasn't on anything.

Anyway,

I BE DANCING.

The coolest shots for the coolest dude.

The coolest person I've ever had the honor of being great friends with.

EPPY BERDDAT AWERN! Sorry can't pronounce properly, got your birthday cake in my mouth. Ty, I hope you are enjoying this.

Since we're all for glamour shots. You know how sheep I mean chicks have studio pictures taken? Jung and I did ours ourselves. Cause we think we are hip, happening and hot also you know. HAHAHAHAHA.

Brace yourselves.

HAIIIII!!!

WASSUP YO!

Shower.

I was gonna write this under the previous post but decided it should be a post on its own. Because it's about something very special.

The 1st of September is a very special day, thats when a very special person was born. She is the manager of the Technicolor band, also known as the Good Witch of the North. Oh oh! She's part of the Awesome Twosome!

So on 2nd September its her birthday celebration as well as..

HER BRIDAL SHOWER! *WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Okay erm gotta go wash my oily fingers, just had another 1/2 can of luncheon meat.

Kang-kung belacan.

Looks like next week is gonna be a busy outing week. I rarely have busy outings week so..

Alex and the others are coming down from Brunei on Monday. On Merdeka Day 12 of us will be having dinner at Seri Angsaka, KL Tower which should be good if I didn't go for the buffet. Cannot make it the buffet. But must convince Ham to take the buffet so I can snake food of his muthafucking plane of a plate :D

On Thursday night we're going to Maison for Alvin's MONSTAA (in his own words) gig. Hip hop don't stop! Jung will be going nuts. I asked Aran to help me book a table and he told me that there were 2 kinds I would want. The VVIP area where the tables on the balcony or the VIP area which is actually more comfortable cause its the sofa area (What sofa, looks more like bed to me). The VVIP..can see everything from up there but then I was thinking, everyone can see you also. Which is NOT good cause this is what happens when my friendly friends from Brunei goes nuts.

Aran said Joachim gave us a table with "COLD aircond and central location". With hindsight, anywhere away from the balcony and the public eye would be ideal. Monkeys. Had to wear their shirts back for them you know. Joanna and I were standing aside staring at the pandemonium, horrified and desperately wanting to go home.

The Chronicles of Fat.

I’ve been having a detrimental dependence on luncheon meat since yesterday. Not Spam, not Tulip but the old school orange and light blue can one. Ham made half a can for dinner yesterday and I’ve been hooked since. Two hours after dinner an invisible rope with a noose around my neck tugged me toward to the refrigerator and gleefully I took out the rest of the luncheon meat, sliced them thinly with tender loving care and proceeded to fry them to perfection.

See Ham has this way of making them that they are crunchy but not too crunchy to lose its flavor and absolutely scrumptious.

My first try wasn’t much of a success but it’ll do. Not as crunchy as I would like, a bit squishy in the middle. I grumbled about it and he said “Maybe you didn’t fry them long enough.”

Past midnight, the longing returned. I couldn’t get enough of them salty bastards. I opened another can and sliced half the can. Soon my hair and hands were greasy and my face, well, my face could be the next priority on Bush’s list. But I couldn’t care less. There isn’t anything else as blissful as having good food in your mouth and a good book in your hands. (After cradling a baby of course)

When I got home from class today I felt compelled to fry the leftover luncheon meat in the fridge. I felt I had to, or the world would come to an end. What to do, the fate of the world in my hands, of course sacrifice and eat la right.

Again I carefully sliced them thin and determined to get it right this time I left them in the oil longer than usual. When they were really brown and crispy looking, I removed them from the oil and waited three seconds for them to cool.

*crunch*

Oh my goodness.. it tasted like pure salt, with a dash of sawdust and a pinch of ash. It didn’t lose its flavor; it took on a complete new one. It wasn’t crunchy or crispy, it was burnt. It was metallic on the tongue and gelatinous down the throat. Deep-fried salted floorboards anyone?

Still, had to save the world, so I finished all ten slices like the good girl I am.

Biological lock.

I went to bed at 4am and was gonna get up at 9am for my 10am class. (Eh my drive to Cyberjaya takes at least 20minutes in the jam). But these days I feel my eyes open at 8.30am and realize I have half an hour more to sleep so I just lay there in bed day-dreaming. See usually, when I'm sleeping in Ham's room I'd sleep for much longer than I'm used to. I could sleep up to 8 hours!
The old routine of little sleep kicks in because for the past week, Ham and Nigel has been camped downstairs making good friends with Kung Lau and erm Kong Pow hehe (i think), the characters from Mortal Combat. So I've been sleeping alone. Sleeping alone means going to sleep at 4am and waking up automatically 4 hours later, much like my pre-Ham life.

Anyway, Ham comes into the room at 8am saying "I don't think you can go to school today, Nigel went home with the car." Then he slept next to me. As a result, I slept till 2pm. That's 10 freaking hours of sleep! Now I'm cranky and I feel terrible. My joints are aching and my back hurts. Sleep is bad for health, well my health, and a waste of time. Hmph.

The past 2 weeks before this one, I was suffering from severe gastric and heartburn. I keep eating and eating and stuffing my face each time hoping the gastric wouldn't strike but it does. It wears me out, the sharp pains can be excruciating sometimes and I curl up in a fetal position on the bed and grimace myself to sleep in the afternoons. My dad gave me an assortment of meds and I swallowed them religiously. But nothing would curb the pain. It was horrible. I would sweat from that dull ache, sometimes feel as if I couldn't breathe. Plus I keep burping. All that gas! Thank goodness it wasn't coming out the other end. I kept thinking of this one line from Chaucer's The Pardoner's Prologue and Tale.
But I'm all better now. No pain at all! But the fear for it is still causing me to eat everything in sight.

All hail the small boar!

Self-conclusion.

I dragged myself out of bed at 9.15 for my 10am class.
This class was to be from 10 to 4 with an hour break at noon.
I trudged up the stairs to the 2nd floor and searched for Tutorial 5. Empty.
I crawled up to the 3rd floor and looked high and low for hopefully, another Tutorial 5.
I rounded the block thrice.

Then I crossed 3 blocks to the Faculty to see if maybe this really was another unfortuntate day in this hell-hole.
No changes. I called my lecturer's extention. He's not in. Shit he must be in class and I was half an hour late. Given, he isn't the brightest lecturer but he has always been really nice and I wanted to be punctual for his classes.

I walked back 3 blocks and searched for the class again. The usual students crowding around the smoking area looked on as I passed them huffing and puffing for the 5th time. Sweating like a small pig I stood inside the empty classroom for a full minute seething and wanting to kill someone.

Feeling dejected I gave up and drove Jung and Nina home to our apartment.
I had my lunch and we headed back to school.

I walked up the same wretched stairs to the same wretched class and it's still empty. Desperate I walked back to the Faculty my flip flops flapping hard against the cement. I called my lecturer's extention again and was told he was on leave.

I then walked back to Jung's table. An anonymous person has left a comment on her entry, the one where she mentioned gaining weight. The comment said "hehe..fatty."
Jung: Who the fuck is this?!
Laboo: I came to this hell-hole for nothing. No class from 10 to 4. I could have slept in, went for lunch with ham and Nigel and came at 4. I want to jump off the top floor.
Jung: Come we go together, someone called me a fatty.

But I've walked so much today I've merit myself 1000 Happy Meals and if I see another flight of stairs I might just shoot someone.

Random attempt at a post.

My stay back in Cyber was refreshing. The past months I’ve been living in a house where I’m the only girl with 3 other boys (4 if you count Nigel) so having 6 girls all at once in one apartment was oddly fun. Actually it’s three on the 7th floor and another three of us on the 3rd floor.

We were sitting around in the master and it so happens, Ning, Mal and Ana can do uncanny impersonations of bimbos. It was freaking funny. I was on Jung’s laptop where suddenly they burst into song.

“Here we go, here we go againnnn. You’re telling meeeeeee..that she’s just a friendddddd. But she calls you at threeeee in the morninnnnnnn”
And they would do it in erm mismatched harmony.

“Eh ma gawd guys, I just wanna like, put my shades on and like, walk around. Maybe like, go in the pool or like something. Yuh of course like with ma shades on.”
“Loves it!”
Jung was trying to order Nando’s but the rest was busy singing yet another round of “Here we go, here we go again.”

Jung: Attention please!
Ning: Extention? Did someone say hair extention? That’s hot.
It would go on for another 10 minutes before Ning says “This is tiring..”
And then they all fall asleep for two hours -_-