Not For the Squeamish

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

When I read a story, I like to create a picture of it in my mind; be it a scenario, an action, or an expression.

Then there are some stories you really don't want to visualize. I flew through Chuck Palahniuk's "Guts" just so I wouldn't have time to form the vivid mental images.

Read it here. (Apparently, it's all real.)

2:06 AM :: ::

Languid

Sunday, April 23, 2006

Met Jie for lunch today. We'd planned to meet at The Tea Party along Bukit Timah Road, but upon arriving, we were visibly disappointed at the lack of variety with regards to the food. We'd already sat down, and were the only ones in there, so out of sheer politenes, we decided to at least order some scones. Thankfully they were actually pretty good. Then it was on to Simply Bread, where we spent the next 2 hours in the fashion of a leisurely Sunday afternoon.

So, the question of the day is: would you eat a live cockroach for a million buckaroos?

Mental soundtrack: Elbow - Great Expectations

6:40 PM :: ::

The Only Better Thing Than A Rainy Day

Saturday, April 22, 2006

... is a rainy night.

The rhythmic patter of raindrops against the rooftops is just the thing to lull you to sleep.

With a tummy still full of beer, goodnight.

Mental soundtrack: Jenny Lewis with the Watson Twins - Happy

1:32 AM :: ::

'80s Redux

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Prompted by a Jem and the Holograms T-shirt I saw earlier today, I was suddenly struck with the urge to Google "80s cartoons". I was hit by a wave of nostalgia as I trawled through the sites.

It's always bothered me that I don't remember alot of my childhood; everything's a little fuzzy, and if I didn't know better I'd think I actually lived those years in an alcohol-induced haze. And the things I do remember are only random little bits that I can't even place on a timeline. But there is one fond memory that I've always kept, and that is curling up on the couch in my grandparents' room watching cartoons. The funny thing is, I remember a particular detail very vividly - the ending of these cartoons with the zooming out from a kid in a bedroom, followed by a child's voice saying "deek" (which of course, refers to DIC Entertainment, who brought us The Care Bears, among others).

Looking through the lists of old cartoons, there were some that I clearly remember - Gummi Bears, Rescue Rangers, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (result of having an older brother) - while others, I'm still unsure of their involvement in my childhood. For example, Strawberry Shortcake. I can't for the life of me remember watching that show, although it would be preposterous not to have, being the girly girl that I was and still am. I mean, I had Strawberry Shortcake bedsheets and duvet cover (which I miss now)!

I also rediscovered the MUPPET BABIES! 5 seconds into the clip of the show's intro, it all came back to me and brought a huge grin to my face.

Reminiscing is like a shot of serotonin. I've now got a My Little Pony desktop wallpaper, just for kicks, and all the pink and purple makes me smile despite being cute bordering on nauseating.

Who says you can't still be a kid after the age of 10?

1:49 PM :: ::

More Liver Bashing

Sunday, April 16, 2006

So my Sunday was off to a great start, what with the throbbing headache and nausea. All thanks to yet another night of Poptarting.

They really ought to make indicators that tell you when you've drunk enough to be happy yet not get totally wasted.
You can never really tell. It's like you think you're still in the clear and the next thing you know, you wake up feeling like death. It's like you're okay until you're not. Bah.

Was fun though.

The night began with the guzzling of giant bottles of beer at the coffeeshop opposite Home, where at the same time, we were treated to a mini show of sorts. dfe made a harmonica-playing friend, while some dodgy guys came over and introduced themselves, much to my chagrin. They did this twice, and on their second trip, one guy held his phone in front of me, asking if he could have my number. I said "no, sorry", and without skipping a beat, he turned to Ci'en and asked if he could have hers instead. Smoooth.

She suggested I adopt a fake, chichi name (such as one in the fashion of a designer label) the next time random weirdos ask me for mine. So if you ever meet me, and I introduce myself as Prada, just start backing away and nobody gets hurt.

10:24 PM :: ::

Critical Questions: #372

Saturday, April 15, 2006

How does footwear end up in the middle of roads?

You know, the ones that look like roadkill from a distance, only after which the vehicle you're in gets closer do you breathe a sigh of relief as you realise it's only a slipper... wait, what? I mean, how do they get there? Do they fall out of the back of footwear delivery trucks? If not, how do you lose one side of your shoes and not notice? It usually just looks pretty macabre to me.

Anyway, today I was reminded why I haven't been to town on a Saturday in quite awhile. I especially hate crossing big roads where people just pile up; you're sandwiched, unable to move and you can only wait helplessly as the traffic thingamajig is counting down to the possibility of you getting run over.

Poptart tonight. Wheee.

7:05 PM :: ::

Memetic

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Thanks to Ci'en, my first update in a week is in the form of a meme. Nonetheless, it's still a post (happy, Dave?)

I took the liberty of being very random. Here goes.


My ex is non-existent. Hurhur.

Maybe I should try to get out of my comfort zone, once in awhile.

I love the idea that someday, I will wake up and realise that my dreams have come true.

I don’t understand alot of things. Sometimes I don't even understand myself. When I'm done navel-gazing, I wonder how people come to possess the level of evil and malice that drives them to unspeakable crimes. Are humans born inherently good, or do we all come with a latent tendency to be evil?

I lose control of my emotions, too often.

People say I’m too quiet. I feel like when I do have things to say, they're usually in a jumbled mess and it takes so much effort to sort them out into coherent sentences that in the end, I just give up. That said, I mostly mean what I say, since I think (maybe too much) before I speak. Other than that, it's like my memories have been stowed away, and after getting used to not sharing them, the stories don't seem to come to me so easily. (Of course, then again, I overcompensate when I'm drunk. Maybe I should just insert an intravenous vodka drip.)

Love is a mystery worth exploring.

Somewhere, someone is reading this, and learning a little bit more about me, while I am completely oblivious to them. Online journals - what a concept, eh?

I will always reminisce about the past, at some point in my life.

Forever is an ideal.

I never want to be alone.

I think the current US President is silly.

When I wake up in the morning and look in the mirror, I cringe.

My past was a ride, and there certainly are some regrets. I say this without derision, but I honestly find it hard to believe that so many people can say that they have zero regrets in life. Maybe it's just me.

Parties are for having fun, drinking yourself silly and laughing at each other's stupid antics.

My dog is dearly missed. Even after 4 years.

My cat is MIA. About 2 months ago (I think?), he went out and never came back. Sigh. I miss him :(

Kisses are the best when they've been eagerly anticipated.

Tomorrow, I will be having good fun if all goes to plan.

I really want to get a tan.

I have low tolerance for people who create a ruckus for attention (such as the ones at Wala nowadays).

This is one instance where stealing is condoned, and pretty much encouraged. Leave a comment if you do :)

The weekend is upon us! Parrteee.

Mental soundtrack: Gemma Hayes - Two Step

11:51 PM :: ::

Friends vs. Family

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

This morning, I clicked onto the blog that the girls and I share, and was greeted by the following topic: "Is blood really thicker than water?"

At first I thought, "Well, it depends. Not necessarily."

Yet the more I thought about it, the more unsure I became. Despite the fact that I'm not particularly close to my siblings, it would really affect me if anything remotely awful ever happened to them. It just goes to show that even if you aren't emotionally close, there is something more - something that transcends what you are capable of grasping, let alone putting into words.

It's kinda like how I'd feel bad asking for even $5 from a friend, but wouldn't hesitate to borrow $50 from my brother if I needed it.

Obviously there are exceptions, and it really depends on individual relationships. You have estranged families, and friends who have grown up together and are thick as thieves.

But in most cases, I suppose family is kinda like an infallible safety net.

I don't know. What say you?

Mental soundtrack: BRMC - Howl

1:05 AM :: ::

Beer-ed Out

Monday, April 03, 2006

Yet another great weekend has come and gone.

Last week it was quasi-useless plastic thingamajigs, this time it was a giant pink bunny and Teletubbies.

Beat! on Friday was preceded by some other long-drawn event that had us feeling antsy after much waiting around, and time was passed with chocolate, beer, and stories of lost aspirations.

Escaped a hangover the next day (phew), and baked lemon cupcakes before heading to town to meet Nicky for a cuppa in the afternoon.

Wala with Ci'en, dubby and Dave was good fun, and the music was rockin', inspiring gleeful bobbing and a reprise of the emoticon moves.

I still say mine is too happy and camp. Hurhur.

I feel a cold coming on. Been sneezing and suffering from a runny nose the entire day. And can I just rant about how silly it is that you need a bloody pharmacist at Guardian Pharmacy (or maybe this is also the case for everywhere else, whatever) to hand you a box of Clarinase? I can see it right there, sitting in the glass cabinet, waiting to be bought by those afflicted by the dreaded cold. But I can't. Just because the pharmacist isn't there. Give me the damn key and I'll do his/her job. Bah.

On a happier note, Boo's coming back on Wednesday. Wheee. Speaking of which, I haven't seen Jie and Lea in way, way too long. Sigh. It seems that you don't have to be geographically distanced to be kept apart. Like you guys have said, we're each other's anchors, in a way. Rest assured, I could not agree more. Indeed, if home is where the heart is, each time we meet, it's just like coming home.

1:54 AM :: ::