Tuesday, February 28, 2006
uhm. hi friends.
confession to make.
okay ha ha, don't know how to say it.
let's just put it this way:
potatoes.
it's back.
well, kinda.
but i'm sure it'll be gone by day's end.
am currently in the middle of reading A Streetcar Named Desire.
ant's book.
quite an experience, as i've never read a book where i didn't like any character at all.
blanche is such a tart.
stanley is a fucker.
and stella is a pussy for marrying stanley.
tch.
but then again, am only at the start.
things might change.
what's with Vivien Leigh and all the characters she plays anyway?
Scarlett O' hara was like, how bitchy also.
post is still lost.
paranoia fading, but ribbons of it remains.
but whatever about the post.
was a rubbish post anyway.
and if this whole thing was a farce,
and my entire life is a lie.
well, fuck off.
just turn your tv on at night.
because that's when xiang takes over with his adult entertainment.
want to read some sylvia plath.
oh my fuck.
the people here are so stupid.
G: I'm half asian.
JP: Really?
G: Yeah, I'm half filipino.
JP: ... Are those asians?
R: Yeah, they just look like chinese.
wtf, wtf?!
hello you stupid fucks, you're ALL asians.
indians are asians.
chinese are asians.
filipinos are asians.
god, these bloody british indians.
they really believe that they're the only asians around.
stupidity too much to bear.
-rolls eyes.
okay yay sanny is here.
BREAKFAST!
:D
hello maximiser!
with the funny hair.
and the act cool 600 pounds leather jacket.
from selfridges, no less.
stupid rich kid.
gimme some money lah!
(:
okay, pardon me.
i was talking to max with my evil words.
he is behind me.
anyway, max is nice.
he lent me his ipod.
and he let me make my own playlist.
i have made my mark on his ipod.
ha ha ha.
(:
max's ipod is inflitrated with a whole lot of backstreet songs.
and for a macho chao ah beng like him ...
therefore we conclude that he is damn nice.
hee hee.
okay breakfast.
bye.
there is a conspiracy going on around me and i am convinced that i am going mad.
this is complete paranoia.
i'm in the truman show.
a post on my blog got erased like, mysteriously.
and i don't even know how that happened and i swear to god i am going mad.
everybody is spying on me omg omg omg.
im not being melodramatic.
why is this happening?
im so scared.
ha ha my stats are seriously pathetic.
a ghost of their former selves.
that sounded a bit wrong.
the phrasing, i mean.
but nevermind.
i've not cared about that for awhile.
and i care even less now because i have attained enlightenment.
(:
at peace with the world, i am.
i think j's gotten enlightened too.
but different time from me.
ktbspa :D
nirvana, everyone!
oh hee hee.
j needs to upload her pictures.
and i need to come home.
and all is fine with the world as i have attained inner peace.
cold today.
woke bright and early to meet at starbucks with j and jos.
wind was so strong it almost blew me off the road.
and that's something, seeing i'm like the size of a killer whale or similar mammal.
wonder if there'll be snow.
snow came late feb last year.
okay, backstreet is officially the best anti-depressant.
better than prozac.
it's been a day, and i'm still floating.
ha ha ha.
buddha lee.
(:
xiang needs to cut his hair.
random thought.
and he needs to stop wearing clothes he wore when he was 10
(purely a conjecture, but you should see the size of that tshirt)
j needs to tell me more stuff.
and sanny too.
omg omg!
sanny told me something just now.
i just knew it was gonna happen.
but i didn't expect it to happen so fast.
man, that girl works fast.
my poor eyecandy.
and i would be all hysterical now if i hadn't attained inner peace.
just now, i merely hopped on the spot Mia Thermopolis style.
very good.
telling sevverl and ant about jos and sid drunk.
jos should never get drunk again.
and come to think of it, must thank daddy for his good genes in regards to alcohol.
2 glasses of wine, half a JD, sip of smirnoff, unquantified amount of martell.
straight, and downed.
and could still walk in straight line.
and wasn't red.
thank you daddy.
(:
okay, showing off.
guess enlightenment doesn't extend to innate egotism.
phoon, we need to drink together.
and clare, HELLO mail not?
contact not?
what if we drift and we don't buy put chanel and gucci together next time?
repercussions too horrible to bear.
half term was actually quite an eye opener.
i definitely cannot deal with uni.
or the staying with a whole bunch of people thing.
but i don't care as of now.
peace, baby.
peace.(:
been listening to old backstreet songs the whole day.
it continuously surprises me that each and every song has some sort of representation in one period of my life.
i swear i could chart my life chronologically with bsb songs.
and j blogged some super halfterm entry in her blog which therefore inspired me to blog too.
was just thinking as i sunk into peaceful half-consciousness how i must really thank bri for enhancing my bsb fanatism and making bsb become such a large part of my life.
i had a hellish night, and hellish morning.
which listening to bsb helped sooth.
imagine what it would be if i didn't have backstreet.
and i don't know about bri, but i still hold strong to our belief that i'll never stop loving backstreet.
(:
okay, mushy.
sister told me today on the phone that i was a horrible person.
not that i didn't know that already, of course.
but to have my sister scolding me about it .. man, that really stuck.
she was saying how i take everyone around me for granted and basically how i just treat everyone around me like little toys to be played with and all that.
okay, i know ):
lee = v v bad person.
part emotional crisis last night.
don't know how it started, but ended with me wishing i never came to the uk.
but i was always one given to melodrama, so don't mind me.
it amazing. and weird.
i constantly abuse the people i love,
and i tell people i don't give two shits about that i love them.
it's like i've been all self-righteous, criticizing people and all.
but here i am, all in shambles anyway.
it's humbling.
demoralizing, even.
in other words, i feel really really small.
it's not right, nope it ain't.
how can i only start getting such stupid emotions when half my life is already gone and i've lived the past years happily in a haze of selfish self-indulgence and complete indifference.
this is all so ... human.
sucks to me.
to quote someone ( i forgot who), i'm getting pussified.
tch.
fuck off.
actually, come to think of it, i don't even feel all that small and sad anymore anyway.
-rolls eyes.
cannot wait to go home.
be me again.
it's damn cold now.
and wet, and dark.
this is so typical of the uk.
bloody third world country.
well, damn me.
guess what?
i've recovered.
no trace of the pangs of guilt and sadness and whatnot of last night.
oh ha ha ha.
ha ha ha ha.
i am invincible.
lost inspiration.
bye,
hello lois, i don't know if you'll come back actually, but just for interest,
the lies of justin han:
1) mixed blood something something
2) v v rich, has a chateau in Zurich.
3) called himself justin
cornelius 4) said he was in triple science and on a scholarship to Westminster U
5) something about being the best player on the squash team
and by far the most ridiculous,
6) he said he flew to the UK and checked schools out and flew back to sgp in 2 days during some Chinese New Year or something. (even if you believe the thing about having a private jet and therefore being able to get it all done in 2 days, thing that makes it ridiculous is that the plane journey, no matter how private the plane, will still take 13 hours each. add that to the time surely needed to visit the millions of schools he said he visited, it just doesn't add up. fool)
oh, and turns out he was retained and in sub-science and was kicked out of the squash team to boot.
facts happily supplied by several good friends of our's.
always good to have a few spies/contacts here and there.
and i don't even feel guilty for saying all these because they were all fiction to start out with anyway.
and it was to a friend of mine he told the lies, though she didn't exactly believe those fantastic stories of his either.
half the time, we were giggling over his tall tales and waiting for more fairytales.
and if i remember correctly, it was dated around April 2004.
ancient history.
but people still google his name, come here and abuse his name anyway :D
ANYWAY, on to sad sad news.
i got pickpocketed on saturday on the tube ):
nasty fucker white trash.
my wallet was so dear.
it wasn't the LV one, it was something even prettier.
and it was fucking new.
and my ic was inside.
and my clique keychain
and my pictures
and my movie stubs
):
oh woe.
i hate london.
all the little criminals running here and there.
grr.
oh, and the nissan guy is seriously freaky.
just shows you sometimes, the rich aren't all that sane up there.
amen.
okay, yay congratulate me.
it's 6 degrees and i'm wearing a t-shirt only!
we are going to rival sid now.
hee hee.
though think might have second thoughts when the temp reaches the negatives.
oh, when will snow come?
v fun to see people pummelling each other with snowballs.
(:
damn, need to do tons of stuff today.
this year has so far sucked.
i need to get some good fengshui.
maybe i should buy a goldfish.
i hate london.
