The last time I was @ Jakarta (June?July?, presumably), I met an old acquaintance. I'll be seein him again. Can hardly wait. The other whacky stuff I did was to pierce my tongue. This time, I've my eyes set on something else. It's dirt cheap & sterile so why the hell not!

Life is a highway. I wanna ride it all night long!

Oh oh! From the looks of it, I'll be jetsetting off to NEW YORK from the 23rd of Dec to the 3rd or 5th of Jan. I love Shanika! I do I do I do ooh.
Christmas & New year bonanza. A girl can ask for nothin more.

Snow. For the very first time in my life. Nuff said.

Over & out.

He's so fulla it.

"Sooner than you expect, later than you hope."

He came up with tt damn line! I couldn't find the second half of it on google. ON GOOGLE.

Crikey.

daily-ajit.ujujtuy.1s.fr/index.html

You should just do it, to read the funny crap this person has come up with. For real!

Ok. It wasn't really a musing cos I went on to make it a reality.

Muahahaha.

Here goes.

Look at exhibit A



What you see is an authentic funeral pyre.

Trust me when I say I could've gotten far more grotesque pics of a funeral pyre, with human legs stickin out and all. I think the description itself would put u off food for a coupla days. Ha.

So what was this musing gone terribly awry.

A small baby cockroach flew in.

Instincts kicked in. Killed it. Almost.

Then I wanted to light it up. Matchsticks weren't in my favour cos they kept chipping and I had a litter of matchstick heads on the floor. And then, *lightbulb switches on* I surround the roach with the chipped matchstick heads and lighted it. Voila. You get ur very own mini firework. After which a small yet temporary burn mark on the floor.

I know. Gross! But deeply satisfying.

And within 5, another one buzzes in. Guess my room's a hotspot.

Die you MOFO. Which it did. The very same way. 

I began with...

He's gonna become a dad!

God bless his pure soul. He's only 23! My age. Gasp. Nevertheless I'm uber thrilled. He claims I am gonna be an aunt. Bah! No way, jose. You, your kid, your grandkids all call me by name. Capisce.

I know he's been tryin and finally the wait is over.

My prayers are with them. May all the evil eyes be warded off and may You(God) be there during this phase of her life & guide her through it all and finally ending off at the delivery suite, where mother & child unite in the physical world and form a blissful family.

Amen.

I relayed the news to Kevin as Jag & him were once school mates @ Montford and he was like, "you ready to get knocked up?" Hell no! I've got people to do & things to see. Ha. Whichever way you take it.

Right now ain't the time, amigo. I'm a free spirited child.
 

And you thought I utterly brutal with my words and I recently came to know, Mummy dearest, is equally bad.

Let me tell you how it went down.

We attended a Malay wedding, gasp, at a void deck, no surprise in that, at my void deck, double gasp, as a WHOLE FAMILY, writhes in terror and drops dead. So the dude gettin married is my neighbour who lives above me.  His sister who's barely 18, i think, got engaged the day before. We never went for that, cos Mummy was just too lazy. Could not pry her off the couch. When we went for the wedding we enquired with the sister who the lucky guy was. To our horror, shock, dismay, (put-appropriate-term-here), this guy was a short, stout, dark, below average schmuck. She ain't drop dead but at least she can pass off with a 7 at the very least. Man! My mum went on and on bout how the girl was so pretty and criticized her choice in man. She concluded by saying the age old saying, Love is blind.

Touche, Mummy! Then I wanted to retort back with hell, didcha see ur husband (The old man)? But I was unable to complete that statement as their marriage was well, a whole different ball game. Ha.

So now you can't blame me for my snide remarks. I blame my jeans. Oops. Genes. Ha.

She's back for god-knows-how-long. Hallelujah!

She's my Indian barbie

When you see ur mum praying, probably for ur well-being, and you have this sudden urge to kick her in the ass & run away smirking, is that the devil's work?

Ah fuck. To hell with it.

This semester is definitely not for groupwork. I had to deal with my share of dead woods and slow pokes, 2 to be exact. I also met those who are on the ball 24/7, thanks pang, hans, ners, anis, weiling. But obviously people tend to sulk over the bad and the fugly. I am People. ha.

If I had my way, I will seriously eliminate such folks with my vanishing gun or sth equally drastic. I would seriously advocate peer assessment for all group work. I think it'll solve a whole lotta grief cos dead woods and slow pokes can work as lil or close to nothing as they want but at the end of it, they'll get screwed over in the peer assessment. Evil laff!

A bit too late to reflect on this. Bah! Maybe next sem, I shall put it into my feedback.

To the 2 folks who're or have made my lfe miserable this sem, vaffanculo!
 

An excerpt from the lyrics..

I'm shiny and I know it
Don't know why you wanna blow it
Need a man who likes it rough, likes it rough, likes it rough

Tsk tsk.

I am well aware that I could be undisputed queen of polluted/toxic mind but I occasionally have some morals. Ha.
 

I wanna show you the world.
A life free of chains and bolts.
You deserve it
more than anything or anyone in the world

All  I am asking for is patience
It ain’t an easy feat being sane
amidst the drama which you call life

But I am willing to offer you everything you could imagine
Just be my side

Cos life without you
It loses all meaning

- To a very special person in my life

Inching to 1am, an unearthly hour, I am struck by this theory called Pareto's 80 20 principle. You have to have heard this at least some point in your life.

It goes back to this information that 80% of the world is controlled by 20% of the people. Even if I said it the other way around, makin the ppl as the subjects ala 20 percent of the people owned 80 percent of the wealth, it still produces the same effect. Gasp gasp and double gasp. Scary innit. How these 20% must be the uber filthy rich & how they literally can afford to fill their repulsively huge pool with wads of cash or coins and swim, float or whatever in it. Gosh!

But that's not my concern here. Can't do much about it, can I. Unless I pry into the 20% group. Ha. Fat hope. Anyhoo I am disturbed by that same thing with relevance to us.

Quoting from "http://management.about.com/cs/generalmanagement/a/Pareto081202.htm

"It reminds us to focus on the 20 percent that matters. Of the things you do during your day, only 20 percent really matter. Those 20 percent produce 80 percent of your results. Identify and focus on those things.
 

And they add on to terrify the bejeezus outta you
Pareto's Principle, the 80/20 Rule, should serve as a daily reminder to focus 80 percent of your time and energy on the 20 percent of you work that is really important. Don't just "work smart", work smart on the right things.

What the hell am I doing wrong or right? Even I don't have a clue. Would the 20% encompass me facebooking, bloggin, watching online shows, stoning while watching teevee or the 80% where I literally shed layers of my eye reading journals & doing assignments. Pareto, thank your lucky stars tt ur dead. I would personally have approached you, caught you by your collar, lifted you off the ground by a few inches, shook you till your eyes popped out of the socket and bellowed in your wrinkly face, "WHY?" Thank your lucky stars, twerp.

On a brighter note

RIP silver!

Late May 09 - 15 October 09

Silver's my tongue stud. The ball was eaten (accidentally!) I have no cravings for silver balls (not tt balls or whatever balls in general). After weeks of comin loose, I loosened up to it and took it for a spin in my intestines. Ha. Hopefully it's been pooped out or I'll be setting off metal detectors when I go for my next trip. Tt should be soon else I'll go stark raving mad!

For those non-Indians. Kunji means penis. I'm spreading the joy!

 

The million  dollar question is, "Are they aware of it?" And if they're blissfully that ignorant would their mates man up and bring it to light?

If they don't, who should? An innocent bystander who's gonna tolerate the toxic fumes and who would come off as a self-righteous prick who's rude and obnoxious, should they inform Mr Stinky?

Two: Toilet bowls with artificial intelligence

Those which assume you're done and flush without consulting. I dare say I second guess myself at times wondering if I'm inadequate and take longer than a normal person would.
 

Call me a paedophile. But my current squeeze is a fictitious character named Fudge. He goes by the name Farley Drexel Hatcher. Age 6. I personally would call him a genius. Who else would name a talkng myna, Uncle Feather. Sheer genius!

You can find him in the book titled Superfudge!

Zee Avi! Only 23 and is already a huge hit.
Claim to fame: Youtube.
Maybe I should be puttin up some videos of myself in youtube and hit the bright lights of holly/bollywood. ha.I almost choked while typing that
 

She was fantabulous! Her songs are so damn catchy. And i was also my virgin trip to timbre! Their fries in one word, YUM!

I got my tickets for free thru 987FM when we had to send in our bitterheart experience which is also her first hit - Bitterheart.
My entry was a true story. Bout me of course.

The guy I loved, cheated on me with the same girl I told him who would fall in love with him. And I informed him that when that happens I would throw my head back and laugh and say, "I told you so!", which I did!

This got me 3 free passes. We -Moi, Shan & Peter- were early birds - the first ones there, as a matter of fact!-. We saw Zee practicing, ha! .And well, we were too early. Damn our punctuality isues. So we traipsed around Boat Quay and when we returned...


 

But we still got mediocre seats and if we stood on our bar stools, we could see Zee! ha.

She is pint-sized! I could fit her in my pocket. ha.