It's been a while fellows. While I'm waiting for my move to Live Journal instead of Blogger (HINT HINT KAI!!! HINT HINT HINT HINT... ah-hem), I've decided to at least post one more entry.
Let's see.
I've discovered a gem of TV (if ever such a thing is possible) in the form of a drama serial called Smallville. Lex Luthor rocks. Watch Smallville.
I have not stopped smoking but it's 1 stick a day now. Though I have an excellent reason to stop smoking now. And it is not because of a girl. That is all you need to know.
I learnt that Under the Bridge was NOT sung by All Saints and covered by Red Hot Chilli Peppers but the other way round instead. Apologies to the torso bearing ones.
I like girls with braces. I find that they add that tinge of innocence and (surprisingly) confidence and cuteness in a girl. So straighten your teeth if you wanna nab me.
I am so self-absorbed that I have typed 5 lines starting with the word ' I ' and I am even proud to say it.
Apparently, I also like girls with that 'du lan' face. That kind of face that looks forever pissed off even though she's just not emoting. Like slightly frowned brows, slightly pouting lower lip. There is a difference between the throw tantrum face and the pissed off face. I like the pissed off one. Guess that explains a certain XYZ and the appeal she has on me. Weird I know. Braces and pissed off face.
posted by Slate at 11/30/2002 06:54:00 AM
ave come on chris, u know better than i do that u'll NEVER QUIT SMOKING. u will forever lay victim to the advertising and psychological tactics of the tobacco companies. bwahahahhahaaaa. (a little reverse psychology there)
posted by ave at 11/06/2002 08:17:00 AM
I'm at home and the fag count for today is 1.
I really have nothing of significance to say, yet I just feel like typing something out to the world. It's
that bad. I don't know what it is that's bugging me. I just want to type whatever I am thinking of right now. This is indeed rambling. But I suppose even such random rambling has some meaning. And maybe, pretty soon, I will actually have something substantial to say.
Or maybe not. Let me try a lil poem.
I go through life everyday,
Without making much headway.
I look forward to the week's Saturday,
But get depressed and sigh on Sunday.
If only they would increase my pay,
Then life will be better, I daresay.
More money to spend at play,
And fufill my goal of being a gourmet.
But most of all, I'll need my fags ok?
All the stuff about death of me, that's just plain
cliche.
Thank you thank you...
I don't understand the point of that, but I bet you can take it to mean that I'm griping (yet again) about money woes. You wouldn't be too far off.
Oh yea, just remembered. I managed to 'dian' (electrocute) a girl successfully today on the bus. I was sitting right opposite her, such that we are looking at each other directly. Anyway, to cut a long story short, she was doing that glance-and-quickly-look-away-when-discovered thing the whole time, after I *eh-hem* made my 'moves'. Trade secret, so can't reveal eh? But as I got off, she once again took a long hard look at me. Too bad she was too damn ugly. *Pukes*...
Part two of getting to know me: Little factoids about the next messiah (don't I just sound like Francis Dolarhyde?
I'm becoming!!)
Fact #2 - I am a lazy person. Very lazy. So lazy that if I had not been lazy, I would be in England on a scholarship and shagging english babes everyday. Of course that could just be nothing more than an excuse. And even I believe that it might just be an excuse. But the truth is I am extremely lazy. Sloth. I can't bear to do anything that requires hard work. Unless you get me really interested in the thing.
Which brings me to......
Fact #3 - If you get me extremely interested in something, I can just about do the impossible. Examples? Once I was totally immersed in the past time of playing a Yoyo (shut the fuck up before I get an interest in socking people in their faces) and within like 6 months, I was doing very nice looking and tough tricks, I was corresponding with a former world yoyo champion and the creator of a very popular line of yoyos. I was so close to him that when he came down to Singapore to promote the art of Yoyoing and his yoyos, I was right there next to him for all his shows. He would bring me around like I was part of his team, and I even got to know this cool Jap dude who's like the guy's pet student. I got both their signatures on me yoyos when the other kids were just relegated to staring at him. Also, during the few months I was interested in magic, I hooked up with a few cool guys, including the one and only professional illusionist in Singapore. In fact (and I'm not lying), David Copperfield's staff contacted me after hearing about an idea I have for an illusion. The guy I was directed to approach was Chris Kenner, literally the right-hand man of David Copperfield (the one that flies, not the one that sings). But he never replied me emails though his assistant did. Well... All this leads me to...
Fact #4 - I am one fucking big egoistic, boastful bitch. I think Fact #3 proves that enough such that I don't need to do any more. In fact, I'm cocky, I'm arrogant. Why else would I go 'shoot electricity' at some ugly girl on the bus? It was for kicks really. In fact, I was trying to make her scared of me (use your imagination here, I'm not saying anything). For a moment there, she was. She got uncomfortable and started looking really... erm... uncomfortable. Then later I thought better of it and tried a different approach, which finally resulted in her taking that long hard look at me before I alighted. Too bad some old fogey was standing between us, cos I actually winked at her but she didn't catch it. Oops... There we go again, the ego and boastful side. Aesop's fables are just full of tales about braggarts like me who started of as a fat, happy rich king but end up eating sand and drinking his own pee to survive. If that's what you believe, then I have news for you.
That's Aesop's fables. They teach what life is supposed to be. And if life is really like that, why bother to be teaching it? Mmm?
I shall leave you to go ponder that.
posted by Slate at 11/01/2002 06:37:00 AM
