From this side of the fence

All my bags are packed, i'm ready to go...

Sun, 28 Jun 2009 16:56:12 GMT

I AM CLOSING DOWN THIS BLOG AND MOVING TO grunge-goddess.tumblr.com

Putting the penis in Happiness

Fri, 26 Jun 2009 02:34:09 GMT

EVERYONE IS BACK!!!

I'm so happy i've been eating non-stop these past few days! Hence the gastranomic numbers on my weighing scale.

EEEEP!

Ignore that, i've just gone and found a new thing to add to my list of 'THINGS THAT SCARE THE SHIT OUT OF ME'. ED much? I seriously hope not. But what makes me even happier is that after centuries of going, "So when are you gonna bring me to Aji's stall??"....

Wife No. 1 finally got to meet Husband No.5 (or was it 6??). Who now has her stamp of approval smacked right on his man boobs.

AWESOMEZZZZ kan?? It just gets me that it came 3 months and 2 days too late..

"You Lynn drummer Aji ka?

"Aok. Eh how you know??"

"I adik Aji laaaaaaaaa.."

Kuching is a damn small place, i swear. And now i'm contemplating whether i should bang the retarded baby bro of my equally retarded ochipala husband.

How Marilyn Monroe of me. HAHAHAHAHAHA.

Ok the bad news is i was absolutely right about the zombie apocalypse.

But the good news is i'm finally over Dato' K. :D

Because amidst the doom and gloom, something amazing happened. While we were just talking and driving around in your car, all the uniquely psychotic female personalities that apparently reside in my Gemini self suddenly merged into one. And for a moment, a magical split-second;

I fell hopelessly in love with you.

"Somebody's going to get hurt. Somebody.. (pause). I'm not going to say who."

- Russell Peters

My life span just got shorter by 10 years.

Tue, 16 Jun 2009 09:11:43 GMT

I made the ultimate mistake of expecting my 19th birthday to be a very typical, generic one.

Because apparently, THE PLAN was:

Go Hartz.

Eat for the sakes of dying children in Africa.

Go home.

But NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

A group of retards who i actually TRUSTED and ADORED just had to come ONE HOUR late (fuck i actually thought nobody was gonna show up ok) and half of said retards arrived with a fuckin PENIS CAKE. In the presence of MY PARENTS!

And just when i thought everything was gonna revert back to mundane normality, THEY go and tell me that THEY invited a certain SOMEONE to come along and surprise me. In the presence of MY PARENTS!

(Not that i'm complaining actually but at that moment it was very !@#$%^&*()**@$%#&$(&$^$!!!!!!!!!!!! Can you imagine what unspeakable horrors my parents could have unleashed?? I shit you not, if they had their own way they would have him crucified like Jesus while i go into mary magdalene mode and cry my eyes out, then dry his bloodied feet with my hair.)

But yes I swear my friends are all secretly trying to murder me. And they're doing it through mental and emotional abuse so no one's gonna suspect anything.

WHICH IS WHY I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOU PEOPLE!!!! THANK YOU SO FOR MAKING ME FUCKIN HAPPY TO THE MAX THAT I NEARLY DIED!! BUT MARK MY WORDS, I SHALL HAVE MY VENGEANCE!! :DDDDDD

So anywayz we went to Little Lebanon after that so i could blow my unholy cake in peace.

Literally. -_-

Ordered a lemon mint shisha which also tried to kill me (and everyone else) cz it was just so fuckin TAJAM! I shit you not man. One puff is seriously like sticking a million needles down your throat simultaneaously.

But since we were all oh-so hardcore like those people who love to sit outside Medan Pelita, we didn't give a shit :D

~~See, half-breed? If you hadn't been such an ass, i wouldn't have let you miss out. Too baddddd.~~

Yea that was basically what happened 2 days ago. Thank you also to everyone who bothered to call/msg/spam my fb. I feel special when people stalk me, even if only for a day :D

K that is all. Ciao the mao.

Punani

Sun, 14 Jun 2009 08:18:37 GMT

HE

DELIBRATELY

FORGOT.

No birthday surprise, not even a cliche "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!" wish. Nadda, nothing, zilch.

Honestly speaking this is just a small thing kan? He probably just got carried away or distracted or something kan??

SO WHY DO I FEEL LIKE SOMEONE JUST KICKED MY NON-EXISTENT BALLS?

Maybe cz i was expecting you to do something so amazing/fucked up for my birthday that i would remember it til i die.

~~Or maybe cz i was hoping that i'd AT LEAST be significant enough for you to WANT to do something so amazing/fucked up for my birthday that i would remember it til i die.~~

Ever since 12 midnight, my phone has been spammed with phone calls and text messages from everyone on this goddamn planet! I swear, if Johnny Depp had my number he'd have called me up and sang HAPPY BIRTHDAY while doing his gay Jack Sparrow walk. And I even had friggin cupcakes delivered to my friggin doorstep at the ungodliest of hours ok! (which btw were orgasmic thanks Hatji :D)

But what was HE doing??

Installing programs for some stupid game. Which he has been playing for the past 34 hours. And is still playing.

God, i don't know whether i should just laugh or cry.

But what i DO know is...This male specimen shall not father my children. No. Never. Eeeee.

Ok so i'm supposed to be all happy and gay and merry since today is like what, the 19th anniversary of the day of my birth?? But fuck I AM NOT!! In fact i feel like a sexually frustrated rhinoceros that has been force-fed gallons of Red Bull.

RAMPAGE RAMPAGE RAMPAGE RAMPAGEEEEEEE! *smoke comes out from Le Noseholes*

Of course he, the useless half-breed, doesn't know that flames are shooting out my ass even as we speak. Possibly cz stupidity is synonymous in nature to useless half-breeds like the one in question. ~~And possibly cz my whale-like ego did not permit the disclosing of such goddamning information.~~

But what pisses me off most is that i'm actually pissed off by all this! Like Wtf! I'm supposed to be this untouchable goddess; a totally zen, mysterious, do-i-look-like-i-give-a-fuck rocker chick and here i am, behaving like an anal baboon! Fuck man, i'm so disgusted that he's finally succeeded in having some emotional power over me. So much so that even stupid things like this can fuck me up on the inside. ARGH!

I know right? I'm so wayang queen to the max that i make that Regina chick in Mean girls look like a Carmelite nun.

YAH BEETCH HATE ME ALREADAYYYY.

However, the only consolation is that i get to stuff myself to mental retardation tonight at Hartz Chicken with my sexay people. Yay for my fat-assness!

And i feel so much better already. :D

Note: This is just a spur of a moment rant which i will probably end up deleting cz i'm awesome like that. Also, i'd probably end up forgiving the fucker the minute he calls me out for a drink god i hate myself cz i can't be cool and heartless like Angelina Jolie why why WHYYYYY??

Living for the moment #2

Mon, 11 May 2009 10:04:59 GMT

Its funny how the moment we started speaking in tongues, i knew this was just a matchstick combustion. And you're just not the one.

Even funnier that it was a Marilyn Manson song playing in the background.

At the end of the day, we both know you'll end up breaking my heart and i'll break your heart shaped glasses. Yet still you told me i should just close my eyes cz that blue was getting you high.

And making me low.

Living for the moment #1

Sun, 03 May 2009 15:43:05 GMT

I was wondering if you had a second,

To talk about anything at all.

I don’t mind us looking like street thrash

As we lean against the wall

Side by side

Committing slow suicide

With your Pall Mall lites.

Cz baby baby baby,

I’m electric when you’re with me.

Lost

Sun, 26 Apr 2009 14:05:54 GMT

HAVE YOU SEEN THIS BOY??

Name: Christopher

Age: 17

Last seen wandering around Green Road aimlessly
before disappearing into a car driven by 2 suspicious individuals in gym gear.

If you have any information whatsoever on his whereabouts, Please call
013-800-IWILLBESKINNYEVENIFITKILLSMEBITCH.

Thank You.

10 THINGS I WOULD DO IF I COULD GO BACK TO THE WEEKEND AT LUNDU

Sun, 26 Apr 2009 07:33:46 GMT

1) Hog the skimboard all day and practice surfing the waves

2) Actually finish digging my hole to China. And push Jillian into it as planned. :)

3) Play more pool.

4) Convince someone to let me bury him/her in the sand, take pictures and laugh at them.

5) Eat more chicken wings.

6) Play 'jadi' at the beach till my legs cramp up and my lungs die from exhaustion.

7) Spend more time soaking myself in the pool.

8) Start telling freaky ghost stories around a BIGGER campfire.

9) Use more insect repellant. Especially around the legs.

10) Keep my mouth shut. Totally not mention it AT ALL that night in the tent. Or ever.

Of retards and retardations

Sun, 26 Apr 2009 06:32:00 GMT

I miss us. Come back soon guys.

The ghost of my past

Sun, 26 Apr 2009 05:42:40 GMT

Besides the fact that i used to look like a MALE linebacker, it still gets to me how similar the guy with the white towel is to Adrian. The same eyes, the same smile, the same quiet confidence. Even the same peculiarities. So no surprise that once upon a time, i was in love with Isaac Gawing. Wait, scratch that. Obsessed with Isaac Gawing. Simply because he reminded me of someone i used to know. A long time ago.

I don't eat doughnuts but i bought them anyway cz Isaac loved them. And cz i needed an excuse to see him at Starbucks.

I ran all the way to Chonglin in the rain to buy reload just so i could reply his messages.

The day he first asked me out shopping for Quiksilver slippers was the day i did my unta dance in public.

He said he works at Womex. And Sherry said Womex is in Pending. So i drove to Pending. And got lost since my sense of direction is non-existent.

The things i do, man. Stupidity and beyond.

A brief self-potrait

Sun, 26 Apr 2009 04:14:44 GMT

I have eyes that are naturally attuned to mellow bassists and bad boys, yet seem to focus only on you.

I have a nose that's pretty sure Diesel: Fuel For Life is the scent you're using.
Cz of all perfumes, its the one smell i can identify with. Just like you.

My smile is the kind that exposes my set of yellowish dinosaur fangs.
And i hope you find that charming in a twisted way. Cz i just grin like an idiot when i see you.

I used to let my hair fall over my face.
Now i tie it up sometimes so that you'll actually notice when i'm around.

My legs are shaved in the hopes that the next time they graze yours, you'll place your hand on my lap.

But of course i don't fit your picture frame. I thought i did. For one brief, happy moment.

And now i just don't know.

First week of a breakup

Tue, 02 Dec 2008 17:45:35 GMT

There is nothing worse than the 1st week of a breakup.
1st week of a breakup is like the 1st time 2 guys have sex;
Awkward,
Boring.
And we keep telling each other we're doing it right.
Its a lie.

1st week of a breakup,
You're on my mind more than you ever were.
So i clean every inch of my apartment.
Clean my way into forgetting,
But then i find things i couldn't when we were together.
Your shirt,
Your favourite CD,
Reasons that i liked you,

Until my room reeks of your influence.

See,
i keep wanting to invite you over,
But Love can't live here anymore.
She might bring her children,
Jealousy and Neglect.
Those two run around my crib always breaking shit,
And i can't ever seem to clean up fast enough.

They tend to ruin romantic moments with questions and lies,
And i can see their children when i look into their eyes,
Its you and I.
Not sure when we had them but now,
They live in the next room.
Always barging in talking about how they're having nightmares,
And can they sleep with us too?

Jealousy dreams about deceiving so that's what we do.
Live out each other's nightmares,
Until we're in a bed full of problems.
And solving's not an option,
Cz the solutions are few.
Neglect kicks me in bed, talking about i don't love her like new.
And Jealousy...
I know how to take hold of that,

But both of them still look so much like you.

And i thought i'd be cool.
But i still see you on corners and in stores,
And in windows i'm passing.
And conversations and phrases,
And menus and laughing in traffic.

And song after song that they play back,
I know some of them are laid-back,
But the phrases they've written are sending me way back,
I can't take my day back,
Any type of song!

Yet yours would be on my tongue.

Its called apology but i would NOT drop the keys,
This is not for me,
This is how its got to be.

They say it takes twice as long to forget,
As it was to get to know.
So i'm sitting in my room talking about 6 days down
And 6 more years to go.

This is for all the women in the room
Who think that men don't burn
That when it comes to heart-break,
It is never our turn.

It don't matter who or what is to blame.
Cz in the 1st week after a breakup,
ALONE
Always feels the same.

-Rafael Casal-

There she goes again

Wed, 19 Nov 2008 07:44:42 GMT

Been super busy lately, hence the almost non-existent updates. The helloKuching event is next week and as excited as i am, i'm seriously feeling the burn from the stress and what-not. Jamming/Practice sessions with The Rugburns have been going pretty well but songs have YET to be finalized and thats what worries me. Time is so not on my side. Fuck that. This is the 1st time actually that the 5 of us are participating in a big event on our own. And when i say that i mean independantly as a new-comer band and all. A fresh start that should put an end to all that shit i've been getting from certain idiots about "tumpang nama besar2 jak". IN YOUR FACE HATERS! So to all my FRIENDS who have NEVER even been to ANY of my GIGS, not even ONCE (kekekekeke) go to waterfront at 11 am on the 29th of November. :D

Haih, i miss the times when i could just sit down and write damn long posts about anything that comes to mind. Twas fun. Now all i'm doing are these dry, normal-sounding rants that make me feel so...

Ordinary.

Yes, as a matter of fact i actually take pride in being a freak. Okay maybe not a freak. UNIQUE would be a better word kan? :D

And i just HAD to prove my point above by getting...

AN EYEBROW PIERCING!

Yea i know i'm so fuckin bad ass rite? LOL! Aok la... eyebrow piercings aren't THAT uncommon either but i rasa bes, suk kendirik as they say. Well so what? It looks damn good on me and you know it! :D Go my facebook if you wanna see the pics i took.

K gonna go look for jim at the rooftop now!

The unbridled disgust of being human

Thu, 06 Nov 2008 04:34:59 GMT

I survived the ultimate mosh fest! The bands were psycho, the crowd was psycho.. Perfect combination! Its kinda hard to describe with words alone, but I'll upload pics of the gig as soon as i'm allowed to post them :D

Btw, something awesome is happening today. Once again, i shall leave u all in the dark until further notice. I'm such a bitch, i know.

UNRELATED RANT:

1) I may be naive, but i'm certainly not dumb. I see through your agendas and every move you make is more or less predictable by now. I know you're trying to get under my skin, mess up my equillibrium. Not sure why yet, but this must be some manipulative psycho-bitch thing. While i naturally choose not to give a fuck, don't push it. Seriously. Cz i dont forgive eassy and i don't forget either. i can be a manipulative psycho-bitch too.

2) I never thought i'd say this, not in a million years. But fuckin hell, i miss you. From the music, to pictures, the places, food, even random strangers; they all remind me of you. 5 mins ago, i typed out "Bored... Juh pondan-hunting!" on my phone, knowing that you'd call me gila and tell me go to bed instead. Then, i remembered I was out of credit. So much for the afterglow kan?

3) I wish you'd just understand me for once. I love it. Always have, always will and more than anything else in the world. I've never asked you for much. Every single piece of equipment i own, i bought with my own cash. Every single cent that goes to my jamming belongs to me. I earned it. So whether you like it or not, music is a huge part of me and attempting to snuff it out will only make me want it even more. I know you just want what's best. But who, what, where and how is irrelevant to me. Cz as long as i'm doing what i love, i'm happy.

Happiness is only a hair flip away

Thu, 30 Oct 2008 05:54:51 GMT

Youtube is so full of gay shit and it makes gay people like me so friggin happy!!

Gotta love South Park, man. :D

I'm growing a beard. I shit you not

Tue, 28 Oct 2008 17:00:47 GMT

I had a tune 2 days ago and right now i'm trying to put words to it. So far my mind's been a total blank and i mean BLANK. Not even a single horny or disturbing thought, like wtf!

Anyway back to the song in the making. After 15 mins of staring at the paper with a brain damaged expression on my face, i finally wrote:

Dear testosterone, leave me alone. Those hairs on my chin, are so not IN.

OMG i iz poetic GENIUS! :D

Seriously i think i'm getting lamer and dumberer by the second. Aaron called me twice and i didnt hear him. At all! I'll probably start hallucinating anytime now. The voices in my head are telling me to go to my balcony and scream "I LIKE BIG BUTSS AND I CANNOT LIE!!"

Must be the flu meds kicking in.

Moving on...

Maybe its karma getting back at my jual mahal-ness, but right now I want what i want. I admit it. I FUCKIN WANT WHAT I WANT!!! There, i said it out loud! To myself at least. Unfortunately, what i want is behaving like a menopausal bitch with a fork up the ass. Mood swings, hot flushes, the whole shitload. Ironic that its coming from a creature who isn't even biologically programmed to behave like that. Bleh.

At least i have the Conquest for Death gig this Friday!! Ohmahfuckengad, i can't wait. I am so ready to get into the mosh pits and DESTROYYYYY! Then straight after that is the Halloween Party.

And guess what i'm dressing up as?

I'm refering to myself as The Ex-wife just cz Zombie Bride sounds so... normal. Haha! My initial plan was to go as a MENTAL PATIENT but i couldn't find a straight-jacket.

But honestly, wouldn't i just look so god-damn awesome in this?

Ah well...

Oh and before i forget, Swinburne has this carnival thingy going on this Saturday so drop by and watch me rock out on stage! LOL suk kendirik! I'm such an attention whore, i know. :D And if you JUST happen to be reading this Nikki, i am NOT betraying LKW. Please don't take away my scholarship!

Yea that's it for now. Off to bed!

Territorial pissings of the incurable cam-whore

Thu, 16 Oct 2008 14:15:21 GMT

1. Take a recent picture of yourself or take a picture of yourself right now.
2. Don't change your clothes, don't fix your hair... just take a picture.
3. Post that picture with NO editing.
4. Post these instructions with your picture.
5. Tag 10 people to do this.

And so i was thinking, why put only ONE picture, when you can put MORE?

]

Easy, breezy, COVER GIRL! Kakakakakaka! xD And i tag anyone who reads this post!

Nothing much for now so i've decided to give in to my retard instincts WARNING. EXTREME GAY ACTIVITY UP AHEAD. IF YOU INSIST ON READING, MAKE SURE YOU HAVE EXTRA UNDERWEAR TO CHANGE INTO :D.

Nowadays, its like a trend in some blogs (especially joint ones owned by people who happen to be in a relationship) to feature MILLIONS of pics of:

The HOTTTTTTTT girlfriend/boyfriend.

Well you know what? You people can start stuffing crayons up your asses cz thats NOTHING compared to MY gerekSSS. Yes, plural is correct. Meaning i get it EVERY SINGLE GOD DAMN NIGHT FROM TWO PERFECT CREATURES WHO ROCK MY WORLD. No sleep for me. Or my neighbours, for that matter. :D We make the Karma Sutra look like a children's nursery rhyme book!

MEET MY SAYANGS!

One is a hot hot hot PR student who has mad photoshop skills and a Catholic school girl uniform hidden somewhere in her closet. The other is a boner-inducing, bondage-fetish supermodel who is also a freelance reporter to-be! We have sick private orgies in the sickest of places. Yea, i know you're a getting THOUGHTS now. Oh don't you just wish you could pimp it out like me? xD Well guess what? Not gonna happen. Not in this life-time. Cz they iz MINE and if you come anywhere near them...

I

WILL

CUT

YOUR

BALLS

OFF

AND

STIR-FRY

THEM

WITH

GARLIC

AND

SOY SAUCE.

I believe we've developed a mutual understanding, haven't we boys?

*Yes and if any of you happen to resemble Johnny Depp, don't be afraid to drop us a line. We make exceptions :D*

Another one bites the dust

Mon, 13 Oct 2008 16:10:52 GMT

I dont get it. I just dont. So could somebody please explain to me, why BOYS who look like

THEM

Always end up with GIRLS who resemble

THIS

COME ON PEOPLE! What the fuck were you thinking???? Yes, i'm a bitter bitch but every time i see a corer-than-thou werewolf with a brainless cow, i feel like pulling off my armpit hair. Its a total crime against nature! Sexay, purely carnivourous male beasts should not be mating with cockroaches!! They are lower life forms that deserve to be killed off with SHIELDTOX! Okay that was mean. Therefore i sincerely apologize to the cockroaches for associating them with bimbos. :D

I'll admit that girls like that are usually extremely stunning. And guys just happen to think with their heads. Not the one with the brain inside, if you know what i mean. Yea sureeeeee, her ass is as tight as Clay Aiken's and she's got boobs the size of watermelons. ~~Then again so do i!~~ But sorry to say, thats about it. Cz underneath all that hair, make-up and scraps of fabric is nothing. Absolutely NOTHINGGGGG. Unless you're talking about air. Then yes, Bimbos have air. Lots of it. :) Now with all due respect, i'm not saying wanting to look good automatically makes you a bimbo. In fact, there are plenty of hot, beautiful women who happen to be INTELLIGENT.

So to all the stoned vampires and werewolves out there, WAKE UP AND SMELL THE COFFEE. Perfect creatures like YOU should be banging with raw, awesome GODDESSES like:

HER

HER

AND...

HER

Cz with me, you'll never go wrong bebehhhhhh. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Now give me ONE good reason to smile

Mon, 06 Oct 2008 10:48:30 GMT

TODAY IS OFFICIALLY THE DAY OF GAYNESS.

Livejournal is a gay piece of technology. It wont let me change my font and shit, for some gay reason.

My car door now has a gay scratch. Cz i opened it too wide and it hit a gay wall.

I thought i saw Philip at Goh Say Lak, so naturally i smacked the guy's back and yelled "Hey!". Then he turns around and i realise its NOT Philip. GAY GAY GAY GAY.

Some Kuching drivers are just so gayyy that they and their gay cars should be banned from the roads.

The Jonas Brothers are gay. Nuff said.

But you know what's the GAYEST thing of all?

The fact that my gay retards left cz the gay hoildays are over.

GAYYYYYYY.

Ka doink doink doink

Thu, 02 Oct 2008 17:19:16 GMT

Its RAYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA and all my beloved retards are back home for a week! YAYYYYYYY :D

*does tarian unta*

But of course, things would have been even sexier if i still had my dreadlocks..

For those of you who didnt know, i took them out 2 days ago. They were getting seriously messy and attracting too much of the WRONG attention anyway. Ever since i got the dreads, almost every conversation began with,

"So do you wash your hair at all??"

Frustrating to the point of sticking a crayon up the ass! So yea i decided to murder my dreads. Now it just breaks my heart every time i listen to my Marley playlist. :(

And guess what, i found a lizard egg!

I'll say it again.

I IZ FOUND LIZARDZZ EGGZZZZZ.

I'm don't know whether i should be horrified or excited. Cz technically its a LIZRAD EGG. I hate lizards! Scaly crawly, creepy little things.

But then.... the egg might hatch and instead of a lizard, i get a baby dinosaur! It'll grow big and strong and scary and i can tell it to eat up all the annoying people. MUAHAHAHAHAHAH!

Ok i shall shut up now. Happy thoughts happy thoughts.

Jamaica me crazy

Sun, 28 Sep 2008 05:47:05 GMT

I just had a random thought..

We're supposed to protect wildlife on the verge of extinction, rite?

So what do you do, when an endangered animal eats an endangered plant?

Don't worry, my lameness scares the shit out of me too.

Ok moving on to sexay-er happenings in my sexay life. xD

I AM NOW RASTAFARIAN!

Ohmahfuckengad, my hair has FINALLY been un-emo-ed. Ya mannnn! I cant tell you in words how awesome that feels but i think you get the point la rite? Now, people will actually believe me when i say i like sunshine and unicorns!

MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *chokes on saliva*

I admit i was being a little impulsive when i got my dreads. Didn't exactly know how it was done, didn't give a monkey's dick either. So I happily sat through 5 hours of combing, parting, curling, pulling, twisting, tangling, knotting! My flat ass went numb and died, man! And guess what, now its even flatter. -________-

Then, went i got home Bimbo went into watchdog mode. Yes, my own dog couldn't recognize me. Mum gave me her Wtf-were-you-thinking-you-psycho-bitch look.

But shittttttttt it was damn worth the experience! I CAYANGGGG my new hair. It iz rockkkkk. I CAYANGGG Bunny. He iz rockkkkk. I CAYANGGG Gary. He iz rockkkkk. I CAYANGGG Sherry. She iz rockkkkk too.

ROCKKKKKKKKKKKK. On.

So far, the dreads are doing pretty good. Starting to untangle tho. Ahhhh well, thats normal cz i didn't burn them with hot wax. You see, the difference between mine and ones that the ang mohs have is the waxing part. Thats what makes your dreads forever and ever Amen. I chose not to do it cz i wasn't sure if i wanted to keep them THAT long.

And plus, we didnt have candles. :D

So yea mine's like the temporary kind. Meaning to say..

I CAN WASH MY HAIR.

AS MANY TIMES IN A DAY AS I LIKE!

IT DOES NOT STINK!!

Btw i can actually bukak the dreads without having to shave my head. I iz not wanting to have a Britney moment, okai?

Shiohhhhbee... Oi! Oi! Oi! Hahahahaha!

So how do people feel about my dreads?

Well most of them think its awesome. Yes i know. Sik perlu puji lebih2! Hahahahah! :D

BUT

Aaron said i looked like an old mop.

SOMEONE told me i looked like the PREDATOR from Alien vs Predator. And said i should've auditioned to be its stunt double or something! Cibai na.

My dad wants me to get rid of it. NOW.

But oh well, my hair, my life. Its staying until i get tired of it! I now leave you with my favourite hair-related vid from chris crocker.

Fuckity fuck

Sun, 21 Sep 2008 14:36:43 GMT

Liverpool totally KICKED THE SHIT OUT OF MANCHESTER UNITED'S ASS last week. And tonight, i'm hoping Chelsea would do the same.

Well guess what?

Man U scored their first fuckin goal.

Somewhere in the 18th minute!

*screams and pulls out pubic hair in anguish*

Strawberry fields

Thu, 04 Sep 2008 13:57:46 GMT

The lights hit you as you walk to edge, digging your nails into your sweaty palms. This isn't the first time, probably wont be the last and yet, your throat feels like sandpaper. You grip the mic stand, look behind your shoulder. They reaffirm you silently. Around you the sea of strangers shift in their individual postions, hungry with anticipation. The adrenaline pulsing through your veins intensifies at the sound of that first chord. This is it. Too late to run back down the steps, to the safety of the dressing room. You squeeze your eyes shut but leave your mouth agape, hoping for a miracle, praying that you won't make a fool of yourself. Not now. Definitely NOT now. The crowd roars as he charges head on, doing what he does best. But you've numbed yourself out by then. All you can hear is the music and yourself, rasping and dismal. Then suddenly you find your ground. The crescendo quivers to a frenzied pitch and almost instantly, nothing matters anymore. Hair in your eyes, lungs screaming for air and body moving of its own accord, you give in to that primal instinct. It hits you hard. It hits you fast. Waves of headbanging melodies intermingled with growling contractions and earthly vocals, it just takes you over. An out-of-body experience almost. At that moment, you know. There's no denying it. The expressions of the masses below says it all. You just know.

Its funny, but its during awesome times like these with United Kids of Oi that i miss Offstage Minor even more.

Once upon a time, i never could imagine myself getting up on stage with any other band but my own. And here i am now. The irony of circumstance.

I miss our small time gigging days, when it didnt matter if we sucked. (Well actually it did but we don't care.)

I miss our lame pre-performance backstage ritual.

I miss bumming around my house, writing songs and rocking out to our own brand of music.

I miss laughing at the silliest, most random things.

But most of all... i miss the 3 motherfuckers i practically grew up with.

Life's like that, you know?

Too lazy to be retarded.

Sat, 23 Aug 2008 07:41:00 GMT

Charry is my lifesaver.

Thanks to the boy's weekly genius at Wings, i no longer have to resort to ~~porn~~ binge eating to keep Shamu occupied. NOTE TO SELF WHEN DEALING WITH INNER BEAST: If you indulge, you shall bulge.

But yes, yesterday's acoustic session totally rocked my boobs off. Bryan had his bass and I brought a part of my drumkit for a simple indie-styled setup. Ahhhhh Blisssssssss, i tell you. My music/noise addiction has been satisfied for the time being. Starting to feel a little queasy already and that's why my speakers are blasting Axe Murder Boys. No i am not anti-christ. I just happen to like death metal. Ignore the lyrics, just pay attention to the riffs and you'll see what i mean.

And i just realised i STILL have Bojeng's telephony guitar cable in my bag!

K off to Skye now.

It's Britney, betch!

Fri, 15 Aug 2008 02:17:32 GMT

If you were wondering whether i died and went to Hell for my eternal damnation, the the answer is no. I AM STILL ALIVE.

Muahahahaha! :D

Sorry it took me like, 10 years to update. I sincerely apologize for not providing sick entertainment. The wait must have been boring, sitting there waiting for your pubic hair to grow longer. :D But i've been busy lately. Of course when i say 'busy' it usually means i've been up and about doing useless things!

Well for one college has started and i'm back to bumming around campus like i own the place. Since Azuar the Wawa moved to Swinburne and left as to DIE in the wilderness, he gave us a campus tour. :D Cuci mata i tell you with the foreign hotties! And then there's sexii time at Mojo with the people who make my day, jam sessions and... gigs.

The only thing i HAVEN'T gotten around to doing would be.......

JOGGING

Yes, i shall admit this. I am a pig. I've been telling Sherry we have to wake up every morning and run around the neighbourhood like Olympic bitches before we go for class. And every said morning, my alarm clock rings, i switch it it off, kick away my blanket..

And go back to sleep.

I know right?

Ah well, i don't need to fuckin exercise. Afterall, i am Jessica Alba. :D

In an unrelated note, I'm ignoring my sewel. As mean as this sounds, psychos should not be encouraged. Trust me.

Btw Kermit is seriously getting to me. In a good way. :) So much for not giving in to his sexay doorstep ribbit-tings. I should really learn to bite my tongue and just orgasm inwardly.

MEEP MEEP MEEEEEEEEEEEEP.

Hibiscus Man, on the other hand, is utterly STUPID. So fuckin STUPID that he makes Jessica Simpson look like she graduated from MENSA as a friggin rocket scientist! GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

Ignore me. Shamu is going through a major nervous breakdown/heartbreak.

Now where's the damn chocolates???