Thursday, April 28, 2005
TV
// luther vandross - dance with my father
Even after all this time, American Idol still rocks my socks and possibly even my small, almost under-developed male nehnehs :)
PEACE
he flared his nostrils rapidly [9:49 PM]
Monday, April 18, 2005
no stress, no fights
// sugababes - overload
Finally, after months and months of physical separation, the freaks finally reunited with the addition of a new friend to their weird group comprising eccentric delinquents. Rejoice! :)
So time and circumstance finally permitted us to come together and celebrate Wendy's seriously belated 18th birthday. Looks like someone is finally legal. Bah humbug. I've got six more painstaking months to go before i can finally unleash the true animal in me and engage in booze, sex and parties on a daily basis. And when that day comes - when there is even a drop of truth to that proclamation and such sins actually materialiase into my reality - i assure you the world will seriously burn and rot in hell :)
Andi, Michelle and I met up at Admiralty and from there we made our way to Wendy's place, during which i was given the opportunity to witness Andi and Michelle's erm, unique way of communicating their love to each other. Interesting. Then we met up with Wendy at the "Giant Nipple" down at the void deck. I don't know. It felt a bit ackward to be in their company once again after such a long period of time. But the so-called mini party commenced and it wasn't long before i began warming up to everyone again. Andi and Michelle bought Cheesecake for Wendy and attempted to light the candles but to no avail, all thanks to the wind. So the candle-blowing ceremony took place in a matter of less than 2 seconds, during which Andi finally managed to light up all 18 candles and Wendy quickly sprang into action and blew the candles before Mother Nature did it for her -_____-
Aniways, it was while we were all feasting Andi's yummy fried rice that these series of events took place: Out of the randomness an ice cube came smashing onto the ground hard and broke into pieces. It was very sudden and it took quite a while for me to mentally digest it. In the next 10 minutes 2 more ice cubes came smashing onto the ground. Could it be the attack of the abominable snowman? (arman you're so lameeee) Then while Wendy went up to get ready to hit town, A FREAKING EGG smashed about an arm's length to my left! I will not pretend to be all macho and just admit that i was starting to freak out. Michelle immediately identified the culprit at the 8th floor who closed his windows like some moronic dick. Then Andi and i made our way to the 8th floor, identified the correct residential unit and knocked on the door only to find a primary school-ish kid -_____-
Time passed by and the kid's mother made sure her son received well-deserved retribution. That kid was the epitome of stupidity in its rawest form. He displayed it by saying things such as "I was just putting ice into my ass". Please. What does that have anything to do wit anything? Say something like "That kid with the cap was just too smoking hot i had to throw ice to cool him down and cease my orgasm". At least that would have been believable. MUAHAHAHAHAHA
PEACE
he flared his nostrils rapidly [4:16 PM]
Friday, April 15, 2005
scrupulous
// artful dodger - r u ready?
I have personally met and spoken to almost each and every single one of the 3,500 freshmen enrolling in NgeeAnnPoly this year. Hard to believe? Not really, if you just paused for a moment and take some time to ponder about it. I got this job as an usher in this year's matriculation process and part of the job is repeating this bloody line: Hi, if you want to loan or rent a laptop, please go here *pointing to the Purple Station*, but if you do not want to, just proceed to the next station down there *pointing to the Yellow Station*, to every single bloody one of them. Disgusting. And i survived this my-feet-is-killing-me-and-my-jaws-feel-like-jamming torture nonsense. I don't think anyone else is willing to entertain all this fuck some of the cibai students can give you. But the world is fair and the percentage of nice, warm and friendly people outweighs that of the fucked up ones. Well it doesnt matter no more because it is over, and i can''t wait to get paid for my service :)
PEACE
he flared his nostrils rapidly [8:51 PM]
Monday, April 11, 2005
slamming back session
tiffy babies:
Tiffy you obviously did not read my entire entry right? You only read my title then tagged your nonsense on my tagboard and closed the window you idiotic doofus. READ THE ENTIRE BLOODY ENTRY 1ST LAH -___-
moosey moose:
Maybe you could take off those GREEN contacts you're wearing that does not even go with your new hideous uniform you pretentious loser. Hahahahaha. Nak cube slam layout akukan? Kan kene slammed balek.
maisara:
Try harder and i might call you Mama Barney again. Hahahahahahaha. Just kiddinggg. Thanks for your help the other day yo! And i know you derive joy from seeing me slam Moose. Hahahaha.
he flared his nostrils rapidly [12:22 PM]
Saturday, April 09, 2005
FiRST - asia's premier movie magazine
// mary j. blige feat. pharrell - steal away
FiRST is a spunky, high-quality local movie magazine that truly deserves praise and recognition. If it is already receiving good responses from the ever-increasingly-intelligent-public who, in this modern day and age, has a better understanding and appreciation of what is healthy for their mind consumption, i assume no harm will be done with even more exposure of this brilliant magazine through free advertising on my blog. And yes, i too notice my usage of such biased yet factual terms :)
My FiRST (oh fuck i am so lame) encounter with FiRST was wayy back in November 2002, during which i was nothing more than an angsty and emotionally-vulnerable secondary 3 student who was struggling to figure out this mess called life. I was at this newspaper stand one random day after school and my eyes were browsing the newspapers, magazines and other available reading materials neatly-arranged on the tabletop. I was basically searching for a prominent publication with a cover that promised a fun and enriching reading session. And there, amongst the sea of mindless teenage magazines and what not, and in all its magnificence and shining glory, i spotted it - FiRST. Its cover was one of Daniel Radcliffe grasping on to his Nimbus 2000 with a look of intense determination on his face, and he was all geared up to have a dirrty game of Quidditch. If you knew me back then you would know im this heyuuuuugeee fan of Harry Potter. So without a moment's hesitation i purchased it...
I was not disappointed with my purchasing decision in the slightest bit. Each page was simply vibrant and magnificently-done. The content was, due to the lack of a better word, simply delightful. I had a wonderful time reading the movie reviews, highly-exclusive features and what have you. Its every interpretation of a movie sets you thinking and evokes multitudes of emotions in you. When they find a movie to be exceptionally good, they will provide a review that swells you up like a balloon inside and make you feel a warm glow in the depths of your tummy and you feel as if you just have to catch it as soon as possible. When they find the quality of a movie to be below mediocre they will be straightforward and even vicious with a minimal 1/5 star rating. And i cannot even begin to describe the yummylicious movie posters and postcards included in its every monthly issue! But among other reasons, I am especially pleased with that fact that FiRST has its own distinctive flavour. It is fresh, spunky, vibrant, brilliant, friendly and most importantly ORIGINAL. Oh yeah, believe it or not, it is LOCAL too!
Well undeniably, even near-perfections have their inevitable flaws. That is why they are called near-perfect (duh arman duh). FiRST does have a rather prominent typing error problem. But as a regular analytical reader i have to say these unnecessary typing mistakes have decreased by substantial amounts over the years :)
Hence i have come to the end of my free advertising. Before i end things off officially i just have to say it was adorable the way FiRST granted Gary Johnston of Team America a place on the Lust Page (Last Page = Lust Page, get it?) of its March 2005 issue. Hahahaha. Aiyah enough already. Just get a copy of FiRST and be a believer. Hell! I have been purchasing this magazine for the past 3-4 years and i have not missed even one issue. Which leaves me wondering whether i should simply subscribe. Yes i am digressing. Aniways i have seen FiRST improve with each issue and i can personally promise you it is worth your $4.50.
PEACE
he flared his nostrils rapidly [9:06 PM]
Friday, April 08, 2005
go shawtie
// the fugees - vocab [refugees hip-hop remix]
Another uneventful holiday day for me. Wendy attempted to be my saviour and reciprocated to my desperate plea for a more interesting life by asking me out in the darkness of the late morning at about 2am, only to cancel the date in the end because she was sleep-deprived from doing a project. Hahahaha. That is kinda cute. Aiyah you guys. Since i am the only loser having a holiday and you guys are still finishing up your respective projects, tell me when you guys can make it. I assure you, i will be free because apart from giving tuition lessons and my regular badminton workout, i have nothing to occupy myself with. I know, i am living a life of stupendous brilliance. -___-
Going for my Friday prayers is becoming more of a struggle with each passing week. Ever since Woodlands Secondary renovated and created a new entry gate, the multitudes of its annoying students have been flooding the area which i have to pass by to get to Masjid Annur. Do you know how painfully prominent i am in my baju kurung amongst the sea of blue uniforms?
On a more positive note, i finally purchased those jeans i've been wanting to get since about a month ago. I felt like a doofus when i discussed my height dilemma with the salesgirl. Moosey Moose and Mama Barney were of no help whatsoever. They just stood there in aloof dignity laughing at my dopeyness. Sometimes i can seriously fuck myself for being short. I had to go through unnecessary hassle and embarrassment just to find out the suitable length for my jeans. Yes, i am a nuisance to the salespeople society. I would not have been compelled to be one if i were taller. Somebody please help me feel good about being a fucking shawtie.
PEACE
he flared his nostrils rapidly [9:53 PM]
Thursday, April 07, 2005
act ugly
// nikko smith - one heart
This is getting ludicrous. Does this suck or does this suck? With the exception of my fellow polymates, I fully realise i am the only one in my social circle of friends who is having a holiday. I'm beginning to abhor the word BUSY.
Me: Hey dude accompany me get those jeans?
BusyFriend1: I can't busy lah boy.
Me: Hey can we make it tomorrow?
BusyFriend2: I'm busy with this project.
I am not blaming any of you for this sad reality of mine. I am blaming circumstance. This sucks. I'm gonna go live in the sewer now. If you want to ask me out, i am sorry but i am busy rotting my life away in the sewer.
BUSY
he flared his nostrils rapidly [8:14 PM]
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
cramped ass
// aaliyah feat. static of playa - loose rap
Zat, you will for all of eternity be the funkiest chicken around. Yes undeniably a hazardous one when armed wit a racket at the badminton court but still awesome at this html coding nonsense. Cluck Cluck Cluck. Thanks yo! Now on to the entry....
I do not think the negative energy has left this household. Infact i can sense it as though it were some demonic spirit lurking menacingly around this house and everyone carries the scar of its passing. It frightens me at times because it is so unbecoming of them....
Aniwaysss, this badminton work-out is going rather dandy i must say. Today khai made me sweat like some fat cow. Okayyy, that sounds wrong. Hahahaha. What i meant was Khai made me run about like some monkey gone wild at the badminton court. Impressive. Hahahaha.
Looking forward to tomorrow Wendy & Andi! :)
PEACE
he flared his nostrils rapidly [9:22 PM]