he is gone

Tommy Moreno Dragon
1955 - 2005

he is resting peacefully
Singapore Casket at Lavender
Crystal Room
from 6pm on 1st Nov to 2nd Nov (Tues - Wed)
Wake on the 3rd (Thurs)
Service at church of st. michaels
cremation at mandai.

dearly missed by the family.
taken home by the Lord.

sadly, i feel relieved.

//hearing aid: light in your eyes - blessid union of souls.

there's a light in your eyes
i saw it today.

if you thought a human being cannot possibly look as though he's been cooked inside out.
i thought he was bad yesterday.

but today he looked like he was dead.
but there was a glisten in his eyes. though it was half closed, i saw the tears in it.

he looked like someone poured acid all over him

he whole arm was covered in blotches of black. he was bleeding through the nose, mouth and ears.
his legs were dead because all the blood was in his stomach.
his lungs collapsed
his kidneys have failed
his stomach was pumping blood.
his left heart has failed.
his heart rate is 140 on average per min.
his arms are filled with boils and scabs

he's a living corpse.

my family broke down badly today.
they wanted to pull the plug.
but there was this hope.
i don't know.

i'm crying for a man i hardly know.
a man that never said more then 50 sentences in the whole 18years of my life.
a man that i almost despise and hate.
a man that caused so much heart ache for my family.
a man that deserved this.

but i still cry. i still feel a surge in my stomach.

i thought i'll never pray for someone to die.
but now i just want his heart to stop.

uncle tommy,
i sang to you today. i saw your eyes move. i saw the blood gushing out of your body. i was afraid.
please let go and let God.
you don't know what you are doing to the family.
my mother almost disowned her sister today.
my brother got slapped.
my cousin and me can't be in the same room as our mothers anymore.

please, just go home to your daddy. i'll be praying for u.

//hearing aid: hotel california - eagles

And still those voices are calling from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say

i just read xiaxue's blog.

disclaimer: before u go off wanking to the fact that i read that hilariously pink, butterfried, photoshopped to cover her obvious physical flaws blog, i want to say that i CHANCED upon it while reading fanny's blog.

seems that little miss popular had two endorsements dropped like a hot potatoe.
why?
apparently, she insulted some random handicapped toilet user (HTU) thank you jules or something along that lines.
so no more nails and pretty hair for miss cheng hor.

well, a lot of people think its unfair, yada yada and that she has every right to use the handicapped toilets. heck i'm a major HTU. i dig those sinks in the toilet, the spacious area to do whatever vigorous activity needed to do in a toilet.
but i still think voxy and kimage shouldn't have even THOUGHT about using a kaWaii nEhx pinky and the bland kinda of girl for their image.

think kimage. you think high fashion. kick ass colors.
think xiaxue. think low class, shit ass pink color.
no match.

yes i think voxy and kimage were a little sensitive to drop her because of a remark made to a HTU.
but i'm secretly gloating to the fact that i don't have to walk past voxy and die of an overdose of pink and butterflies.

xiaxue? more like xia suay.

well, personally, i wouldn't endorse a girl who uses fucking vulgarities whenever she feels like, goes drinking all the time (all her photos have alcohol in it la) and uses her hand to measure a dick, who splashes her PSLE score of 269. go and 69 a cat or something.

but then, she is a bloglebirity. her blog gets more hits then bookwormbitches.com.
so maybe she does have an endurinn quality about her.

on second thought no.


taken from xiaxue.blogspot.com.

haha fugly

//hearing aid: where do broken hearts go - whitney houston

apparently, to God

my uncle's dying. his face has changed, his heart beat is so low.
he's on a respirator. he can only hear us now.

i sang him a song. amazing grace. slowly, tears formed at his eyes.
it's touch and go now. even more then before.

before this whole thing happened, he was at church praying and he said God came up to him and said:

"you are 29".

its the 29th today. and we're all praying like mad monks.
my grandma's getting weaker and weaker by the min. she can't even be in the same room as him now. she just watches him from the glass window.

"it's like when he was a baby in a crib. and i stand there watching him from a window, with tears down my face."

after everything, me, grandma and cousin, vienna went over to his place to get stuff for the funeral.
he's clothes, his picture, his emblems.

then there was suppose to be a girlfriend. who he was with for the longest time.
but she left. ever so carelessly and convienently.
he might just die of a broken heart. both physically and emotionally.

and i don't have anyone to go to.
my closest, i have driven away.
my one and only, ignoring me for whatever ridculous reason.
my family, hospitalized.
my God, far away.

and my ear hurts like fuck.

//seeing eye dog: the biggest loser on channel 5.

i thought i saw a pair of boobs on tv. but then it was just man tits.

my workplace spent millions of dollars on the renovations. but they can't even make the place waterproof.
yesterday, water was pouring in from the ceiling, the outdoor area was forcing water into the main resturant.
someone spilled chocolate on the floor so it looked like we were working in an inch of milo.

my shoes were all wet from the water, people were slipping randomly.
ohmygosh. but nonetheless it was fun to have a mini buffet after work too.
cheesecake, club sandwich, chicken rice, apple strudel.
mammam.

the operation was ok. i guess, it wasn't as bad as i thought.
the fucking injection was bloody painful.
but then everything else was a breeze. i felt nothing but heard everything. the sewing of the stiches, the cutting of the keloid.
eeyer.
my ear's fine now. but i don't know how it looks like. i have my keloid in a jar at home. its quite a sight.

last night, i had a one too many.

//hearing aid: ringing in my years.

it would have been so much better if you were there.

just got home from zouk's mambo night and power98 powerjam.
it was ohmyfuckinggourdawesomebeyondfuckinganything.

it was one of the best battle of the bands kinda things i've been for.
rafe opened the show. amazing shit. the classmate juan was bassing.


i am so proud of my gyrating, head bobbing juan.

and then came on the best rocking local bands. BARB took my socks away ok.
yes they won. amazing shit.
i want to hear them again. best orignal song.

unfortunately, the highlight wasn't as BOOM! as i thought. electrico wasn't much of an entertainment. rivermaya was awesome though.

and david from electrico made russ a very happy boy.


ran into bala, milkman, benghuat, captain, mel and shirlynn. great running out to zoukitiam and dancing to "oooooo square roomssss!" and "you're unbelievable!" haha. amazing shits.
ran into adel and weiming too and alicia and amanda. the whole world as there.
mambo night rocks like mad can.

if you only understood what i was feeling that night, you would feel twice as bad as i did.
but i guess i cannot force you to choose. i know i put you in a uncomfortable position.
i just wanted you to be near me. to be there for me.
but u needed to be there for someone else.
you missed a great party.
i missed a great friend.

ringgggggg.

//hearing aid: runaway train - soul asylum
this song is actually about children being sold off as slaves. read the lyrics and you'll realise it.


ghostly void.

getting your pay for three jobs at once is the 8th wonder and sin.
imagine, having almost 500 bucks to your expense.
cafe iguana was fabulous. my grilled chicken craving is gone.
but desmond got a little bit high and sick after the margaritas.

before that was at the hospital with my granny. we said prayer after prayer.
i saw fear in his eyes. a certain smell of death.
he was afraid. and he knew he was going to die.

"don't let me scare you karen. i already scare myself."
i cried today.
alone in the toilet. i was so sad for him.
i know i said he deserve it. i know i don't like him.

i still feel that way.
but deep down, i still wish he was the same uncle i knew.
i wish he would be around for christmas this year, and be late for the gathering, smoke up the whole room and leave early.
but the whole family knows he won't be.

wiping my tears, i walked back in to hear 3 doctors would like to talk to the family.
i offered to follow my grandma but my uncle needed someone to be there for him.

my granny came back teary eyes and told me to go and talk to the docs. she couldn't understand what they were saying.
just when i left, my godma got to them first.

till now, i still don't know what the matter was.
bottomline is he's still not gonna make it.

runaway train never coming back
one way ticket on a one way track.

i never liked him

he always had a sneaky look, dodgy eyes. cigarette in his hand. he always came late for family functions, leaving earlier and earlier as the years went by.

he always boast about how he got a new job only to lose it a few months later. he never gave his mother money, his nephews and nieces treats. he hates babies, asks people for money to buy cigarettes and booze. he married a sick woman knowing he couldn't pay her bills and begged my mom and his mom for money.

he never told us his life story. he never gave me a hug or wished me happy birthday in my life. he always ate, always smoked, always drank and always coughed.

he always wasn't there.

i don't like him. he reeks of failure and disgust. he smells of irresponsiblity and unkemptness. he has thick greasy hair, tall and thin, dark deepset eyes with a toothless sinister grin. he looks dirty, dark and tanned all the time, liver spotted.

but today, after years of short meaningless conversations, i found out that he was lying in a hospital, dying and slowly slipping into oblivion.

meet my uncle. the youngest of the dragon babies. he's 49, an ex-drug addict, a heavy 3 pack a day smoker, alcoholic and now, a man who is dying and calling for his mommy every min of the day.

it saddens me to see him lying on the bed, gasping for breath. the docs gave him a week or two if he's lucky, to live.

i watch the same eyes that gave him money to 'support' his habit (of cos unwillingly), the same eyes that now filled with tears of heartache and pain. her baby boy is dying. and its nothing she can do about it.

my grandma's the strongest woman alive. she dares not even go to the toilet. her wrinkled hand cups his hand ever so tightly, yet so gentle and meek. i watch her eyes fill with fresh stinging tears as she urges him to sleep, give him water to sip and watch her wipe those tears away when he cries in pain.

i know she knows he's going. but yet she has that strong belief and hope he will walk out of the hospital as fit as a bull.

my mom, the stern elder sister, never let my grandma cry in front of him.

"don't let him see you cry", she whispered to me and mama. "we don't want him to feel worse, do we?"
i look at my mom swallow her tears into the pit of her stomach, allow with desperation and anger.

i watch my godpa sigh and wonder if he hadn't stopped smoking a while back, would he be in that bed instead.
godma never cries. she never puts a stop that that jovial facade she puts on every day.
dad sits silently in the hallway. i know he's thinking about ah ma.
the brother comes late. solemn and quietly he stalks the corridoor.

then the images of my mom throwing the receipts of beer and cigarettes at the floor, the wrinkled face of my agonised grandma, the million and one different times he let the family down flashing through my mind.

sometimes i think he deserves it. but now, i think he's just doing his penence before he goes.

uncle tommy, its time u understood what we went through. all the times your family cried for you.
but you know we all forgive you.
and we know you are sorry.
from the pain written all over your face. and from the tears you cry every time we touch your hands.

i'm praying for you.
go home to Him.

go home.

//hearing aid: everything - rafe
(yes juan its on the radio)

i woke up fucked.
high fever and aches all over. i thought i had dengue.
but it turns out i was just exhausted from working. my legs were so sore that i had tears in my eyes when i limped to the toilet.

but nevermind, it means a day off for me and rest rest rest. hallelujah.


me and russ's achy 13 hour chiong master's feet.

i spent the day afternoon playing the sims, watching oprah and the drew carey show.
then pearl came over to watch tv.
then i went to meet puss and munch on sakae. buffet. finally, i was being served instead of serving.

then off to play pool.


my balls are better.

then desmond for supper. not after watching kinky anime on arts central. boo u arts central.
lets just say we succumbed.
haha.


peek-a-boo
he was in total shock.

well its back to work and back to squishy toes in my tight shoes.

oh yes does anyone know any organization that accepts clothes, food, medicine or water for the south asia earthquake? i want to donate but not money. the whole knf fiasco got me tainted.

let me rest, laid to sleep. but tomorrow breaks a new retreat.

//hearing aid: dare - gorillaz

Hold it down there

meet me the chiong master.

[edit]
choing master [noun] a person who is dumb enough to work 13 hours or more straight. work usually requires physical torture or brain juice. usually not both at a time.
eg karen is a chiong master because she worked 13 hours straight. it was pure physical torture.
[/edit]

i just got back from a 7am - 11pm shift at marina mandarin. boy oh boy.
i got blisters and abrasions. i got about $80 bucks for that.
standing up non-stop for 8 hours then another 5 after a 3 hour 'break'.
serving guest's every whim and fancy. serving toast after toast, cup of coffee after cup of coffee, breaking glass after glass. wearing heels and not being able to sit down and dangle my legs in the air.

me and russ were so shagged by the 8th hour, we nearly pushed each other into a busy intersection just to get the rest of the day off.
bernie has abrasions on his butt.
nabil's mind switched off today. because he's been a chiong master for 5 days straight.

its 7am - 3pm tomorrow.
and 7am - 3pm the day after.

i think i'll amputate my legs now.

stripperella

i was watching arts central innocently when a cartoon ass was plastered on the screen.

on came a loud laughter.
it is none other then lady clitoras

omg. its the the cartoon stripperella. its about a girl whose a stripper by day and a crime/grime fighter by night. hahaha!
fucking funny la... they've got testicular micophones, monkey's are humping on each other. its fucking stupid!

its voiced by pam anderson. what can u ask for?


its so trying to be erotic. it not even close to porn.

the plot's about this lady clitoras who is as ugly as an old pussy who wants to have sex with the typical blonde long haired latin lover. latin with blonde hair. baaa.
but because she's so gross, she had to kill everyone else so he will be so desperate and needy that he'll do her for hours and hours.
yeah stripperella comes in and tries to orgasam her way through it or something. oh with her nipple cutters.
fuck man. i spent the whole thing laughing my balls off.

haha stripperella. stan lee what have u become?

//hearing aid: numa numa song.

3 kinds of people i hate:

1. Arguing Couples.
all these young pre-puberty couples that argues smack in the middle of my way. can you not go home and then argue? why must you tell 101 people standing there that he bought a pink shirt that wasn't the same shade as your pink shirt? fuck! i mean come on, have some freaking sense. and then it all escalates to the girl hopping madly away in a direction and the boy rubbing his acned face, swearing and looking at his ex-pink flair skirt with light pink off shoulder top that has grammatically wrong phrases like you is my summer time memory. tomorrow's fanatsies will faded. crap la. it's worse when she starts throwing her arms in frustrations and hits ME square on the shoulder.

2. Primary school boys
omg. can u not look like you owned the friggin bus? they talk loudly, stand all over the place, hit you with their power rangers and transformers bags, eat and spit on the bus, fun around the bus like its fucking pasir ris park and shout FUCK YOU! in front of 10 other strangers all while wearing their smelly, sticky uniforms. i love kids, no doubt. but if my kid was to even think about shouting fuck you i will smack his/her face so hard she/he'll be fucked for life. i don't get it. why must you shout to your friend who is sitting like next to you? i mean its quite retarded to yell at your friend because your red tazan and jane water bottle is the same design as his blue donald duck notebook. Notice its only the boys, never the girls who shout. but the girls well, just need to keep the ah peks at bay and sit with their legs closed tightly. or get a chasity belt. [based on a true story]

secondary school kids who deserve a beating
the ones with the rebonded hair and fugly clips that look like they came out of big bird's pussy. they wear their school uniform, their yonex or crumpler bag and look decent from the neck down. the face. is a failure. hey some of them are pretty and good looking. but they spoil every once of beauty by splashing blusher on their cheeks, over doing it obviously and foundation and powder. you're in secondary school u dumbfucks. you don't need makeup. unless you look like an orange peel. then the hair decked in pink kaWaii clips from icelemontee and shops that i don't shop at. hair so straight it makes a lesbian cry. and the socks pulled so high that you think it might snow. then along them tags a geek or two, bowing to these girls every need and fancy, every whine and teh. eh, i see them and i stare in awe. and if they ask, eh what you looking at, i'll just say : "you, you fucking freak of nature."

fuck. i hate more people. the goth kids who think their constantine, the ah lians who think their japanese kids, the annoying parents who think just because they have kids gives them the right to everything around them.

another time.

//hearing aid: hard to beat - hard-fi

marina mandarin's new spanking coffeehouse international resturant is fucking awesomely goregous and huge. the latter does not work in my favour.

brassire tatler Aquamarine is goregous. although the new logo looks like two weak sperms swimming in the wrong direction.

the placemats look like turquoise tree barks. i said that and vic scolded me saying they were from louie vuitton and cost 200 bucks a piece. fuck you man! save on the placemats and give the staff a raise.

the uniform is another sad thing all together. as if i wasn't vertically challenged enough, everything is higher, taller and bigger. except the uniform. the top's too short, the skirt's too long and the vest's too short. so all in all i looked like an overgrown muffin.

but work was fun. besides the egg-headed bald man who kept asking for ice water without ice. then its just cold water you dumbfuck. and tell me u don't want ice before i pour ice into your dingy glass. sheesh.

everyone seemed to be in a spanking mood so i guess it's back to business at aquamarine.

eh i would love to promote the place but its fucking expensive. the dinner buffet is 48+++. however, the food. ohmyorgasmic. haha new chef = new food.

i look like a muffin.

//hearing aid: cool - gwen stefani.

i just realised how fucking lucky i am.
met bran a while ago and we sat down at my void deck talking about stuff happening around the world.
he said back in US, brad is getting analed by his very good school (i am smart) about that scandalous charges.
apparently, there's an elite school in america which is boy-dominant and the boys have been raping girl students there for 10 over years.
brad's in the school and he's retained for the sem. no no he didn't do it. just that as a precaution, the whole campus got to be retained.

from the earthquake in india, the bombings in bali, the bird flu in turkey, bran thinks singapore's a fucking lucky piece of island.
[edit] sheltered from the fucks of the earth [/edit]

i couldn't agree more. while people all over the world have to worry about rebuilding a nation and tracking down terrorists, we have to worrying about those bleedin' mozzies.

bran's dad works in the US gov. bran says he comes home with more papers then he had left with in the morning. a few days back when i asked his dad what working for the government was like, he sighed and said "apparently, you don't work for them, you slave for them."

hey but he enjoys the job.

while bran was talking about the world finally come to an end... some houdini theory or something, i was thinking about how fucking lucky i was. i could have been placed in a homeless shelter in the back streets of the bronx or hungry and starving in the outskirts of philippines. i could have been a child that never lived past his 10th birthday or a teen who never got to see her mother.

yet i was placed in a air-conditioned, comfortable, eat-until-overweight, go holiday, dare-to-think-about-tml life and still i complain every single day. i get to go out and know i have money to eat and to spend while somewhere else there's a kid my age wondering if today there's gonna be gruel to feed his dying baby sister.

thank God i'm here. its time to be grateful.

[edit] this is besides the point but i work as a customer service officer and as my last day present, i got attitude from a 15 year old acsi boy.
i know where u live and i noe what your name is.
don't ever EVER talk to a girl like that.
especially someone you never met or know. cos you obviously don't know who u are dealing with.
i had the power to accept u. but guess what. u blew your shit brains out of it.
a piece of advice. if you aspire to be mr. bean or his equal (read: lonely and stupid), carry on soldier. [/edit]

now back to being grateful.

//hearing aid: beautiful love - the afters

what a beautiful smoke smile


my new indulgence.

it went straight to my hips.

goal was an amazing watch. santiago munez is fucking my new idol. he plays ball like a football god.
i don't like newcastle but now i have this craving for any thing in black and white stripes. criminals included.
and raul was in the show. how sweet can a movie get. aaaah

work's ending.
so is my unstable income.

met up with kittylitter.inc for la-teh. we caught up so much since sunday.

[edit]
me: i wonder how the world is going to end.
russ: donno la. i want to live to see it.
burden: probably fire. since the last one was water.
russ: i wonder who will be noah.
me: eh pick me. i'll build a boat that will make superstar leo cry in shame. no more noah's ark, its the loner's ark.
burden and russ: ...
russ: you know when i was young, i went on those fucking big ships. my parents went to gamble and i was so hungry i cried. then when there was food, i didn't want to eat it. so in the end i spent the whole trip hungry and crying. sounds like a homeless baby on a real expensive ship eh. [/edit]

tell me why i love them.

God has finally gone high tech.

igod

its fucking hilarious.

four brothers twice, corpse bride, goal, 40-year-old virgin.
thai express, pastamania, cafe cartel, lerk thai, dharmas.
2 girl boxers, shirt, escada island kiss, slippers.
two doctors, one specialist


all in a week.

and i ask where has all my money gone.

//hearing aid: sunny came home - shawn colvin

i close my eyes and fly right out of my mind



its a little bit funny sunny

i'm at a chalet now and everyone's asleepin'. silly me brought a freaking laptop to chalet.
the past few days have been pretty exhilarating. aspect of finding a new pr job, the old job wanting me back. the beau and i finally spending some quality time together. the kittylitter gang fucking-finally getting our anal prince back.

how do u noe if some guys are your best friends?
they follow u to buy lingerie.
and willingly.

burden king and what!? man follow me and char down to town just for that. look who we ran into.


the grim weeper.

haha the coat is freaking nice.

another reason why kenneth is my bestest.


tau pok

if all else fails, i'll be a hippie and grow pot in my back yard - sandee goh

well said, sandee, well said.

//hearing aid: aida - sarah maclachlan

it's easy, we all falter. does it matter?

can you believe it? 16 teachers from my secondary (chij) left. apparently because of the principal. well i'll be.
that's a rumor... most of my loves left too. mr. ng, mrs gail siow... ms neo, gosh. everyone seems uphappy.
don't know whether to believe this news or not.

a wave of nostalgia hit me during lunch. i miss ij so much. i gave that school the most screwed years of my life. and within a blink, its been 2 years since i wore that blue and white uniform, put on the badge, forced my belt down my waist and my socks down my shoe.

10 whole years of ij gave me the best friends and times. just look at my friends. 90% of the girls are from ij.

gen, chang, feeb, char, ade, kris, sharmaine, nikki, rong.
all ij has given me.

screw all those who think we turn out to be arrogant and fucked up bitches. we turned out tough. and deal with that.

i still remember every recess, there would be spot checks on coloured hairbands, handphones, low socks (crap la also tio), safety pins and all kinds of minute stuff that we really couldn't be bothered about.

i remember the long walks to st. mikes canteen with zena, cherylan, gen, kris and yvonne.

the long fights me and nikki and jo used to have.

all the chinese classes that me and char ponned together.

the lame excuses we gave mr. yap to postpone physics (haiya mr. yap, the lesson was last period. now its free period)

the million and one wedgies, bra-unbuckling moments.

the times all the ij girls hopped off to wait for their oh-so-forbidden maris, sji and ri boys. at the bus stops. haha i wasn't a groupie ok.

the lantern festivals and we would thrown sparkles into the air and sing the stupid f4 song. what watch some shooting stars with u crap.

valentines day where our boyfriends would be forgotten for the day. our tables will be filled with candy and flowers. i always got a sunflower from nikki.

the isolated st. raphaels where the sec 4's were located, ostracised from the rest of the schools. we even had our own canteen and hill.

the toilets where there were lizards and cockroaches and about twenty girls with their elbows up tying their hair.

the pa system that would interfer with the radio broadcasting system. it would play jean danker during assembly.

mrs. how who for some reason, never gave up on the one class the school gave up on.

mrs. alex, the motherly figure.

mr. ng who loved freaking us up with sad stories of history.

mr. yap who brought a whole bag of toys for us

chen lao shi, who refused to tell us how to write the words for compo

mrs nicks who ran 2.4km and saved a drowing girl while 7 months pregnant

miss yap who claimed a moth flew into her mouth when she was yawning

mrs wong who called us names to spur us on and to prove us wrong too.

and my all time favourite:

mdm hong who hit our handphones by wrapping it in toilet paper and placing on her desk in the staff room. i recall her drama story telling ways.

i remember the long hours of eldds and dramaTeam. the silver we won at SYF and the 4 drama nights.

the last time the sec 4s sang the school song. we sang so loudly. and proudly.


forward chij.

i still feel proud people see me and say i have an ij face. i still feel pride when i see an ij in the street.

of cos not when their belts are clinging on for dear life on their hips and the girl looks like she's been raped and imprenanted with a child from species.

the ij spirit's living on
its searching far and far beyond
its never gonna die
its gonna live
in each of us
And we will keep it burning burning strong
the flame of zest lies in us all along
always inspiring us
to go on.

forward chij

//hearing aid: sunny came home - shawn colvin

chinablack face

i just got back from chinablack, the bling it on party. it started off ok. except most of my friends weren't really there. burden king and i hung out well.

the party started good. music was excellent. this idiot dancing behind me started shoving his arms over my shoulder infront of my face. that's not all, he was pointing his middle finger up at me. i turned several times, he had this smirk on his face. some china guy i think.

so since he middled fingered me, i just said: "fuck off."
he did thankfully, not before zooming in another victim.

speaking of victimizing, mommy-long-legs got victimized by the club. they didn't let her in cos she was underaged. and they threatened to call the police cos of a fake id.

okie admittly, it was her fault, but they were horrid to her. they not only banned her from the club for a year but refused to let her take her things which were upstairs.

she said by the road and cried. until i found her. since the music was getting bland and the crowd was getting raunchy and a tad boring, i accompanied her.

this worst part was getting them to let me in again into the club. sorry, they said, its a full house upstairs. i was like er, gonna grab my things and leave this shithole. they were like no no cannot, if we let u in then everyone will use the same excuse. i got to queue at the back of 15 people just to get my things.

so i asked the bouncer, are u going to pay for my friend's transport home? cos you left her without her cash or anything outside. and my transport, i gotta go too. so unless you are willing to pay for me and her, step outta the way and let me through.

ok, he said, ten mins be down here. or else.

i thought, or else what? you ban me for helping a friend? wait till a forum hears about this.

anyway i took a full 20 mins. nicely i stolled out infront of him. you took 20mins he said.

i looked at him and said i know.

busted joint. china black isn't that great. the drinks were watered down like plants (haha gr.)
we hung at macs till 3am and then i headed home with kenneth to talk for a while at my place.


for russ.
it would have been so much better if u were there.

sunny came home with venegence

//seeing eye dog: chinese walls - chen xi

even though i loathed the sight of him walking out of the doorway into the night, i knew it was impossible not to love him. how can i hate the very thing that breathes life into me?


the shakes.

after a gruelling day of work and falling asleep in the toilet, i met desmond.
its been almost 2 weeks since we last saw each other.

before that i was at a traffic junction. waiting for the light to turn. when it did, i felt a body pushed against me suddenly. A boy ah beng, with his badly bleached hair, typing away his sTiCkY cApZzz on his sms to his damn happening yio ah yio ah lian clistina ugly-gorilla wannabe girlfriend, walks past me without a single muttering of sorry or a gesture of salute. (ever wondered why a salute is also a sorry? eh?>

worst off, in his frenzy to meet his friends to pua CS, he knocked over a blind man who fell against me. the poor man was grasping for balance. before i could react, the ah beng disappeared.

i could have bit that bleached hair head off.

anyway, i walked the blind guy to the bus stop. apparently, his a foot relaxologist. ah ha. another outlet of release.

met desmond whom i almost forgot how he looked like.
watched four brothers. again. that show is simply amazing ok. hurry go watch it if u haven't. fucking action packed.


my sacrifice.

yes desmond wants to hang dices at his rear view mirror. i detest swinging thingys. but if it tickles his fancy and makes him happy, so be it. yes i paid for the dice. and you know what?

the packaging for it costs more then the dice itself.

china black tml! woots.

//hearing aid: everyday i love you less and less - kazier chiefs

russ has left to go fishing in the open sea. i miss that anal prince.

its burden king and dood (that's me) to fend for ourselves. no arm-wrestling, head butting, romping, hooking and any sort of strenous activity till anal prince gets back.

oh yes.

the beef soup yesterday was ohmygourd orgasmic till the last pepper cod.

and shooting stars with anal prince was fun. yes we made fun of every possible thing.

anal: "eh, go read the directions on how to warm the brownies leh."
me: "it says here on the box: turn left at street 21"

anal: "help! my hands are soapy! my mucus is coming out of my nose!"
me: where's your tissue?
anal: don't have!
me: you don't have tissue in your kitchen?! what next? no ice in your ice tray?
anal: hurry up! mucus! (sniff)
me: oh my gawd. you really don't have ice in your ice tray!
anal prince rubs nose on something.

me: eh. i'm gonna miss you when you're gone.
anal: how long have you known me?
me: 7 years why?
anal: and you still dare to lie to me?!

lots of laughing and hitting later, we had brownies. curled up in front of the tv with shooting stars still shooting crap.

i missed sitting in front of the tv and making fun of all the unglam shots with my two favourite boys.
well, burden king was out with the girlfriend.

sigh. i miss my anal prince.

//hearing aid: somebody told me - the killers (ministry of sound mix)

free ad space.
'Bling it On!' Party at China Black. Guys $12, girls $10. theme: the mafia. be there or be shunned by society. i'm serious. come on, the theme is mafia.

the past few days have been fast.
a few days back was a nice quiant wedding of a family member/friend/long lost very gorgeous person. she's 18 can you believe that and marrying a rich, drive-a-bmw, has-an-own-place aussie guy. he's a nice person. nope. not preggies apparently.

the highlight of the night was meeting my mom's ex-boyfriend. Ivan Fritzgerald.
a big man with a booming ohmygourd amazing smooth voice. he sang all these beautiful songs and flirted with the old woman, my mom. ah.

"wow. your children are good to look at. can you imagine if we got together? they'll be giving all these top models a run for their money."

uh. thanks uncle ivan?

anyway congrats to Kristina and Greg. hope you guys have a blissful marriage and life.

next... hanging with the boys.
been doing that for three days straight. but we never had so much fun before. i miss hanging just the three of us, nothing to do, all the romping and humping. the brawling.

qiulian banmain, marbbies, corpse bride and four brothers (ohmygourd jack is awesomely eye candy), kenneth's dad, soccer with deflatable balls, taking away father's day.

i'm blissed.


i love you so much that if you left i'll leave too.


kenneth's ultimate prop for job in the future.

kittylitter.inc and affliated companies: deuce bigalow on the 13th. all are requested to come. tickets will be paid for. by you. and please make sure you leave your grudges behind so that we won't be banned from coffee bean. again.


i feel much more like me.

//hearing aid: jimmy gets high - daniel powter

'Cause you don't need nobody to make it on your own
You dont need nobody you'd rather be alone
So Jimmy gets high tonight

i found this on my friend's blog. pretty interesting.



click me thanks adeline

my dirty little secret? its not to little. very dirty. and somehow... not much of a secret.
no. no no.
i'm not saying it here. and the one on the website... its not even close to it.

ha. i found out someone else's dirty little secret. mel.
i'll see you tml.

randomization.

//hearing aid: hard to beat - Hard-Fi

work's been kind. cept for the occasional dickheads who think the company evolves around them.
i have a quiet desk to myself. facing a walkway. they moved me from the bosses' office. haha. damnsit.

went over to matt's today. my cute lil boy next door. or next road. or next district
we drank my favourite baileys and played indian poker, drinking goggles and 'tiew!'. 'tiew!' is evil.

and look who we found. the real hamburglar!



kenneth and his ingenious idea to eat and look at us at the same time.
oh did i say ingenious?
whoops.

just got off the phone with him.
he's taken the hint.
and i'm glad he did.

my friends are home from bangkok. i have a life again!