Monday, October 31, 2005

Listening to: Somebody told me (King Unique Vocal edit) by The Killers


(A supposed Oct 31st entry, hehe. I was lazy?)
A drama-filled night would be the only way to describe 29th. Long entry ahead.

Firstly, all i can say is that i'm prolly the most lousiest host on the face of this planet, but watever. *embarrassed* I arrived an hour late while Ling, Claire and bf, Jon were already waiting for me there. There was a load of bitching from someone (not the girls) but it was settled soon enuff. Since it was Halloween, wat was fun without playing dressup? Germaine came as an Angel, Sherry a gypsy(tho i tot she looked more like Ayumi Hamasaki), Mena a Hot Devil; and I... a bloody peacock who was beginning to pretty much resemble a turkey after my feathers were ruffled. (pun totally intended! LOL)

I would have threatened to tickle the bouncer to death with my feathers had he not allowed me in. LOL. I reckon it was successful as all of us managed to get in for FREE, plus a complimentary drink. . Excluding the guys cos they refused to wear one even if we threatened them with Mena's trident. Sigh. As we walked in, waiters and ushers dressed as ghouls, vamps, and Sadako-ripoffs greeted our sights. Claire, Germ and Ling, I think couldn't stop screaming. LMAO!

Decided to open bottle since we couldn't decide on jugs. Surprisingly cheap, abt 10 bucks per person. Sad thing, was tho drinks were ok, music was so NOT. Techno-fused trance, I would say. It didn't take long for us to decide to change location, but I was obstinate. 'At least hit the dance floor for like 10 mins', I insisted and hauled Minion-Mena and Sherry. Kinda awkward at first, since noone was there, but us. Throwing all good sense to the wind, we manage to jive groovily (is tht a word?!). Was cool, cos moments later more ppl joined in with us.
I was pretty much worked up a sweat, and went back to our seats; when outta nowhere, some dude with a 35mm camera pops outta nowhere and snaps us! Then he passes us a namecard: nightlife.sg. OMG, how fucking cool is tht????!!!!!!!

AHEM. Left DXO on a perpetual high, tho it was then tht Phil Thompson finally made his appearance. Why did he have to arrive so late?! Anyways, fast-forward to Club Momo, the new venue. It was a bolt outta the blue, one of my bestie passed out in the car. Thankfully, no regurgitation or the paiseh-ness would have been too much to take. We took her back home first, and lets just say tht the parental units weren't too pleased, to say the least.

When we arrived back, Claire and bf were pretty worn-out from the whole fiasco and decided to retired early. Sigh, felt so bad for all the trouble, but Claire was truly a total sweetie. ^^
The night was still young. Got a gin tonic and watched the live band for a while.
They were radical!!! I remember them from somewhere, Parking Lot Pimping. Hotness in a voice.

It was bloody crowded on the dancefloor, but we somehow managed to find a nook to cram it. Music was like waaaaaayyy better than DXO's, and we even got a chance to dance on the podium. Lol, all inhibitions unleashed, I dirty-danced all of my pals and tried to dominate the world!! Ahem, sorry. A lil carried away there. Boggie-d till i needed a rest, when the funniest thing happened. A couple of transevetites tried to cut in and dance with our guy counterparts..Bloody Hilarious!
They weren't like those hot ambiguous looking ones you see on TV; they had shagging breasts as though they under-paid the plastic surgeon, and makeup so damn thick it could possibly rival the local Wayang troupe's. Should have seen the looks on them guys, LMAO!

Alas, all good things have to come to an end. Finally called it a night about 4am, and trooped over to the nearby coffee-shop as we were beyond ravenous. Amazing how a simple bowl of prawn noodles can look so heavenly after you're worn to the bone. hee~
I guess, in spite of all tht had happened..it was a seriously rocking nite, and this will definitely not be the last!

Gonna phototwhore like crazy, once I find all the pics. Start doing eye-exercises ppl. :P

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Saturday, October 29, 2005

A couple of shout-outs to express.

29th: A gorgeous and superb 19th to dearest Ping; tho we do not talk much nor hang out, you're still the big cool sister that I never had. I still adore your cynicalism and unrelenting honesty. Keep grooving to your own tune!

30th: Carol-san, happy 18th! Not been in touch for the longest time. Hope you're doing great and lets hang out one of these days k? Cheers^^

Guess what? Halloween clubbing nite!!
Here I come DXO!!

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Friday, October 28, 2005

Its raining outside. I love rainy days, but this is doin nothing to make me feel any better about my pissed disposition.

Firstly: why are guys such moron? Not to the general majority, silly; just the many handful that are prolly too self-absorbed and MCP-ish to discover it themselves. Its times like this I wonder if being a lesbian is better off, but then thinking on the amount of bitching faced when in an arguement, I rest my case with coerced contentment.
A fren of mine earlier was pissed tht I forgot to msg him about the change in date of the clubbing; and he goes all pissed about it. Well, here's the thing. I know full well how blur I can be, so I put notices on MSN and my blog. But nope, he kindly informs me tht he is pissed and told me not to msg him on MSN.

Ok, u know who u are. Read the 'fuckwits need not apply' part?

Good.

ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and then comes a few half-hearted responses and more endless whining. Top it off with just the right amount of sisterly-bratty-behaviour, and I'm certain I've come up with the recipe for a perfectly disasterous tomolo. I really dun feel like comin to scholl tomolo.

Actually, dun feel like goin anywhere at all. Fuck~

Who needs love?

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

Listening to: End of me by Marion Raven

Bloody hell. My day did not start off well, and it certainly did not end well either. Nearly jumped out of my bed after realising I woke late for prolly my most fave subject: TV & Radio Production. When I got there, the lecturer din seem as interesting as I formerly thought, but watever. The projects are cool, so I guess it balances out. Was sitting in the back and couldn't stop giggling like crazy when Chris kept doin this disgusting but accurate mime of a blowjob. Ping and co. kept turning behind to give us strange looks.

Wahahaha~Karma: wat goes around comes around. I've recently complained about inconsideration in the class, and here I am committing it. My bad. :P

Finally; Halloween gig is settled:

FWOP! Halloween Party with Phil Thompson
Saturday 29th October '05

9-11pm: $16 (members), $18 (non-members)
After 11pm: $20 (members), $25 (non-members)
Free entries for full costumes.
*Fuck-wits and bitches need not apply.

PS: WEAR a godammn costume for chrissake. Its Halloween, if tht doesnt say anything. Pls dun whine to me anymore abt not wearing one, cos I sure as hell am gonna, and soak the whole festive atmosphere. You can wear watever you like tho, but u guys (the more adventurous ones)
will proceed as planned cool? ^^

Chillin' out,

June.

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Tuesday, October 25, 2005

I'm a little frightened. I'm afraid that by being who I am(the loud, fast-cussing, irrational ass that I am most of the time), I've created a monster. Namely, my younger sister. There comes a point whereby we all enter a rite of passage otherwise known as ''growing pains'; and I grow increasing anxious as I watch her morph into a younger version of me. I absently shudder when I see how shadows of my past inside my sibling, yet I haven't a clue what to do.

The usuals: yelling, screaming, threatening, even coaxing seem to have lost its former potency with each passing day. And with that her attitude towards not only me but our parents gets from bad to worse. Her face curls into an ugly, resentful sulk when my mom chides her. She'd prolly hate me for writing this entry, but hey. Freedom of speech so live with it.
The lost of innocence flitters ever so quickly, and my younger relatives seem to want to grow up fast. Its is ironic as they will soon come to realise that it is not the bed of roses that they percieved it to be.

But then again, life's like that. WTF indeed.

I just wish May can stop being such the little Bitch that she is right now. Lord have mercy on all of us.

On other random notes. Boy did it rain like nobody's business today; any second I expected the news to flash typhoon/hurricane alerts of something. Fortunately, I was snugly at home due to a slight fever I had.

I had a good hair day too, btw. ^^

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Monday, October 24, 2005

Listening to: Its my Life by Bon Jovi

Its customary that I write about the first day of a new mod, and this is no exception. Miss Hawabi is such a sweet old lady, definitely will endeavour to pay at least 80% attention during her classes. Although the enthusiastic start was somewhat marred by a bunch of inconsiderate buttheads of who I shall not name here. But you guys know who you are. Public Relations might not be as dry a subject as I had formerly reckoned, so big smile there.

Now I really wanna start working on my 'Shag List' but something else of much greater importance commands my attention and here I shall chronicle my very first...

FACIAL. Yes, you heard right.

I recieved a free facial offer a few months back while innocently trekking White Sands with my older cousin, and had delayed it for quite a while till now. Anyhow, I skip the long story and get down to the juicy bits. Most of the process was pretty relaxing and fun, like the molding mask, hydrating mask and the cleansing routine. Alas, pretty times do not last long.

Then we came to the extracting part. It refers to the extracting the blackheads and pimples; but back then I had this whole mental image of workers using drills to extract minerals. I had this overwhelming sense of fore-boding when the beautician placed wet cotton swabs over my eyes, and subsequently I heard the metallical clinking of tools (later I found out that she was using a surgical needle)which nearly sent me running for the door. Let me just say that my fears were not unfounded. Let me describe how it felt in very profound terms:

-If I ever was to have a taste of Hell, this was definitely IT.
-If I ever tried to have plastic surgery without the anesthetic, it prolly feel something like this.
-I seriously suspect that this skill must have somewhat originated from the Ming Dynasty's 1001 torture methods.

Then again, I'm willing to forsake my physical pain in exchange of more fulfilling pleasures; ANTM!!

Who needs love?

Listening to: God is a DJ by Pink

Grooving sluggishly to the tunes of my athemn in life, when I realised; "Oh fuck. What am I doin here when I have 9am classes?!" Eek..excuse me while I attempt pathetically to ease back to my timezone. I'm a sucker for stuff that catches my attention. Was reading the older entries of XiaXue, and some of them were just too interesting to stop. Definitely gonna suffer for my addiction, but watever.

No, I'm not saying I'm 'addicted' to reading her blog. She cusses like a sailor on steriods, whines like no tommorrow, and nothing (and I mean nothing) is safe from her blogging. STILL, she amuses with her hyper antics and its definitely a good place for entertainment if you're on the verge of dying from boredom.

Anyhow, its so cool that she has a *Shag-List*. Its always good to be organised, that way you can either methodically, alphabetically and chronologically shag'em without any hassle. *grins* I am so gonna start one as soon as I can get my eyelids to open long enough for me to type.

Sweet Adonis, you await me. *plunks and falls off the chair*

Who needs love?

Sunday, October 23, 2005

Listening to: Our Lips are Sealed by Hilary and Haylie Duff

Please overlook the lame song selection, I make do with what I have. I hurt my hand yesterday, and it seriously hurts like a bitch of massive proportions when it comes in contact with water. So I innocently asked my sis to wash my hair for me.

Bloody bad call of judgement.

Whether it was out of good intentions or just sheer spasticity (I also susupected that she was taking the chance to torture me, but shall leave her the benefit of doubt for now), she scrubbed and I really meant scrubbed my crowning glory like a common-place washing board. I can only pray that the next time I comb my hair, there won't be new discoveries of bald spots. I betcha half the residents of Simei estate heard my squeals and strangled cries.

Painful reminiscing aside (pun totally intended), I'm so looking forward to the new mod. Ok, so it sucks that we dun have any hols in between, but at least it sounds cool. Radio and Television production! wahhaa, I think I've found my calling, peeps. Shall resolute to be more serious and not skip so much classes.

Plus, HALLOWEEN is only in a few days! So much things to do and so little time. Sigh, anyone willing to sponsor me a lifetime supple of prozac?

Who needs love?

Friday, October 21, 2005

Listening to: Shiki No Uta by MINMI & Nujabes

FYI, the song I'm listening now is pretty cool, even though its an anime theme song. Sorta jazz-ish with a touch of Jap pop going on, if you're interested feel free to ask me for it.

Thank God. The last of my nightmare is finally over, and I'm still somewhat moping over on of the questions that I'm pretty sure I screwed up. But watever, no use crying over spilled milk. Time to party! Tired as I was, I dragged myself to Orchard to check out the possible club venues for the Halloween bash. Acid Bar, and Alley Bar was pretty decent; except for Rouge with only allows 21 and above. Bugger them age-ist.

I'm not quite familiar with the whole clubbing scene, so I'd really appreciate any help rendered. If Orchard is out of the question, then I think Mohammed Sultan is my next alternative. *Groans*, why do I do the things I do...

Further details will be provided, pls check back from time to time. Thanks!

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Sunday, October 16, 2005

Someday I'll prolly look back at this period of time and laugh to myself. Or curse and swear for being such a dumbass. Whichever.

Once again, exams are the key word. But its seems I have a different set of priorities, and the papers seem secondary to that. For the longest time, something has been eating me from the inside and sucking the vivaciousness in everything I do. But of yesterday, I'm glad to say that I have made a clean break, and happily I've moved on. Though it was only good will-power and a strong sense of self-preservation that was holding me back for bashing the bejesus outta him. I thank God for letting me have better sense not to mope over something that jus wasn't worth it. And again, Mena, Germ, Min and every other kind soul whom had let me blabber to my heart's content.

Plus, I've decided to channel all my negative energy into good karma, that hopefully will tide me thru the rest of the year. (mutters: Dear Lord, pls let me hook up a hottie or two.) I've also come up with a fitting new title to dub the subject of my scorn: DHL; Dick Head (surname), and shall stock up on enuff rubber bands to fire at him upon sight. Revenge shall never be the same again.

Shakespare was definitely wise to quote that 'Hell hath no fury than a woman scorned'. He prolly was on the receiving end of it, just as my target is goin to be. Wahhaha, a scorned June is worse than a stampede of hungry savages, thats for sure.

Anyhow. Halloween couldn't come sooner and I foresee that I'll be tied down soon enuff. Deepavali, Hari Raya and the Halloween bash...still, alls good.

'Who's line is it anyway' beckons me and I'm off.

Who needs love?

Friday, October 14, 2005

Listening to: Lose my breath by Destiny's Child


I need a pick-me-up now. Seriously.

Ain't feeling the post-exam stress nor the joys that come with having the moment of the month either. Nope, the honor belongs to "Oh-mommy-dearest." I've read more than enough blog entries about how our female parental unit has ruined our lives and how fucked up things are prolly; considering how I've done that so many times and am pretty sick of it.
But how I still wish that she would cut me some slack and loosen up a lil on the whole stringent-cleanliness regime. A spring-cleaning Nazi, I'd reckon.

There's something that has been weighing me down for the last few weeks, and I'm thankful for Mena and Germaine to sound me out and take on me negative vibes. Thanks babes, and I think I'm getting over him pretty much. I've just read an article regarding this aspect of my social life, and it wrote:

"Well, it appears that he is pretty much over you...and you should do the same. Dress up and look gorgeous, and jump the next person with a living pulse that waltzes past you! Cos this is not the end and the party's just getting started!"

Hehe. Perhaps I shall do as what the higher powers dictated.

Another thing. Do I seem contrived, perhaps even fake to you? Pardon me, but I'll be a lil crude. I read thru some of my budddies' entries, and it seems that they had been going thru some rough patches, but I didn't know. I wonder which is more surprising, that I was retardly slow to notice their pain, or that I wasn't approached by any to talk to?

I know most of my princesses are strong, but I'd really like to share weal and woe, if anything. I wish to be that good fren that anyone can talk to, the one that can lend them a shoulder and a kaki to kick ass. I really cannot stand those cliched "Life's unfair...yadayada." But then I guess there's might be a grain of truth in them after all.

Then again, this is prolly jus one of my angsty blogger days topped by the lovely cherry on the top that is the upcoming TDMC paper. I have been talking crap long enuff.

"This my shit."- Gwen Stefani. No shit bout that.

Who needs love?

Listening to: Pieces of Me by Ashlee Simpson

Times like these I'm pretty glad that I have a rant-outlet when a screaming substitute is nowhere to be found.(Read:younger sis) I know I'm supposed to mug tirelessly for the paper tomolo, but watever? I mean, there can only be so much you can do until you decide you're prolly gonna screw it up anyway. My feathers still are relatively unruffled, and I only hope I'll do at least well enough to pass without retaking.

A fren had had a more trying time that I had formerly thought I had, what with unforseen circumstances and her failing health. I pray that she can make it thru this adversity, and you must remember that you always have me k? Neko-hime, take care and dun worry.

Sunshine always follows the rain, Happiness always follows the pain. We all have to just suck it up and have a blast there after, cool?

Love y'all, my Princesses out there.

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Thursday, October 13, 2005

Now that my pissed feeling is gone...Boy does my new layout rock!

Thanks Dan for helping me with my shitty knowledge of HTML-ing. Now if only I can figure a way to cram all 8 questions for the SBS paper on fri, as easily as I did for my blog codes.

Wahaa. Sleep calls and I am off to answer.

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Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Listening to: Dun Phunk...... by Black Eyed Peas

Shall not launch into some long-winded tirade about how the day sucked and why it sucked, of which nobody would prolly be interested to read about; in a nutshell it consisted: screaming rants courtesy of my mom, cramps that just were and my dwindling enthusiasm of my up-coming Halloween Bash. Again, fucking humbug to you, world.

So I thought I might at least appear to be fun and in a partyin mood, and thus I present the cute layout that I was saving to use after the exam papers. But watever, things never go the way you want it to be. You can't have your cake and eat it? So true.

Today's vallant efforts of muggin came to naught, alongside with a missing member and a phone-ista Germaine and a very distracted me. But I think I'll make it up tommorrow, if I can at least find the motivation to at least touch the book before tearing it up into pieces.

This is definitely a trying period for me, for so many reasons. Of reasons I will not say, I get extra-pissed now everytime I see hormone-driven couples making out in MRTs, just like today, eh Germ? Geesh, get a room...Hotel 81 is more than affordable.
I guess our government does not have to worry about the population's birth-rate much longer. Yet, this still is no sight for sore eyes. I mean, come on.
Do they really think that anyone wants to see how in love they are? It just kills them to wait till they get home or something. Its almost spawning into some sorta horrible, mass habitual behaviour. Jerry Bruckheimer, I think I've just found your newest idea for another cheap reality TV programme.

I guess the reason being is that I'm in my embittered female mode, if you are sharp enough to catch my drift.Alongside with the exams and the screwed-up responsibility of being the second glorified maid of the family. Aww yeah, all eyes look towards me when it comes to this sorta crap. But once again, what am I supposed to do? "Suck it up", I mutter to myself resignedly.

Saw Jamie Teo at Suntec City yesterday, and Gerad Chew at Kino Bugis today.

But who's asking?

Who cares, really?

Who needs love?

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Listening to: You're Beautiful by James Blunt

Oh my god. What the hell am I doing here at a time like this, you may ask.

Well, its not like I dun wanna sleep. I mugged the whole day, and wanted to get enough shut-eye for the Human Mass Commuication paper today. But guess what? LIFE isn't always the bed of roses that we deem, in fact its the Biatch that likes to turn your life upside down, when you least expected it.

And it certainly is doing so for me right now. Of bloody cramps and stuffy rooms.

Oh, I feel so glamourous right this moment. Humbug, dude.

Who needs love?

Sunday, October 09, 2005

Listening to: Owarinai Yume by Aikawa Nanase

" Why people?! Tell me the reason quick, before I edge to the brink of my limited sanity!
WTF do we have to mug for exams? Why do we have exams? What is exams for, anyway? WTH came up with the idea of exams should be decapitated and mutilated a thousand times over! "

Sigh. Sorry, the excerpt above is just a visual manifestation of my inner frustration of being unable to concentrate nor absorb anything I've read. Bugger, and that's the only way I can do so besides:

a)Hiring professional hitmen to hunt down lecturers and steal the papers. But that is pretty much out of the question since I do not have the dough to pay them nor the guts to find one. lol
b)It blatantly goes against the commandments of my religion. I think Jesus and God prolly wouldn't be pleased. :P
c)Ancient voodoo and witchcraft? If I could read Old Latin, maybe then. Hmm, slaughtering live chickens and ruining my fabrics doesn't rank high on my list either.

Poofed after a study-thron at Simin's place (now affectionately known as Min courtesy of moi), though I'm pretty sure I was the most unattentive one there. There was our host, Cailyn, Justin and Germaine , burying their heads in the stacks of notes and textbooks, and all that was heard was the incessant scribbling sounds of self-made notes.

Bugger. And then there was I, cracking lame-ass jokes about sausage-dogs chasing after a 'weak-hearted' (a polite term used instead of wimp)Justin and laughing to myself like a lunatic. Hey, you would too if you came across stupid examples stated in your study materials. I mean come on, would u seriously quote an example of agression such as:

"Student makes noise in class and teacher throws a duster at him." Bloody haha!

So there. The delusions of a cracked up exam-mugger...

Who needs love?

Thursday, October 06, 2005

Listening to: When I look to the Sky by Train

Its amazing how one can have a love/hate relationship with shopping, or more specifically, the things you fall in love with first sight.

Like that gorgeous black suede bag at Forever 21 that you know doesn't quite suit your body shape but its just too much to pass up; or perhaps that amazing pair of muted-gold sky-high heels at Trendy Zone (I know, outlet catering the Ah-Lian types, but whateva. They have pretty decent stuff from time to time.) Ladies, if your reading this..I'm sure you can empathise with me.

The forlon looks as you part the store with deep regret, knowing that only Fate will decide if you two are destined to meet again, perhaps at an end-of-the-year sale or that one special day that you have that extra $$$ to burn. Not to forget the heartache of watching that perfect piece of something that you've carefully chosen, taken right before your very eyes.

Its a cruel, cruel world we live in.

Shopping. A simple, almost trivia past-time to a majority; especially to the opposite gender, whose peripheral mind revolves only around soccer and scamming on the next hot chick.

But to us women? Its a whole new world. An experience. Its almost Zen.

Ok, so maybe the stuff listed above may not be up to the tastes of you sophisticated folk, but it sure is for this poor shopping addict who has unfortunately exhausted all of her fiscal resources.
I went to Orchard Library to study today, and lived to tell the tale. It was almost delibrate: Located along the whole stretch of the Orchard Street were white tents that sold a vast array of things: clothes....acessories....shoes...argh!!!! STILL, I shall persist in my cold turkey and concentrate on my upmost priority now: the exams.

BUGGER. Hmm.

Perhaps... a lil stress relief by getting that cute $8 green top.... is excusable?

Who needs love?

Monday, October 03, 2005

A requiem depicting my current emo. So yeah.

"(There's Gotta Be) More To Life"

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