( Saturday, August 2, 2003 11:46 p.m. )
Having a toothache does not equate to me being a candywhore.
( Thursday, July 31, 2003 10:28 p.m. )
OH MY GOD MY TOOTACHE IS KILLING ME! 50,000 berserk shopping moms marching around in the top-right corner of my mouth like it's the last day of the Great Singapore Sale. I swear I'm in agony right now. Maybe I can get a gold tooth.
( Tuesday, July 29, 2003 11:48 p.m. )
Uh-oh...what's this!? I can't believe I'm downloading IRC. Oh wait, I just realised it's already on my computer!! Congratulations Mark, please deduct 50 000 street cred points.
This was the overiding sentiment of the day, like an insane man clutching his head running around my cranium: "WHAT'S ALL THIS GIRLY TALK! WHAT'S ALL THIS GIRLY TALK!"
Ahem, we should all read more friendbear.
( Monday, July 21, 2003 11:25 p.m. )
R.I.P Exploding Hearts. It was good while it lasted. May the memory of your vast amounts of unfulfilled potential live on in the hearts and minds of the many.
Also, R.I.P little piece of flesh between the 4th and 5th finger of my left hand. It was nice having you around for the past 17 years of my life. It is most unfortunate that I had to lose you, I hope you're doing well in the great big mason jar of preserved fleshy bits in the sky. Amen.
audio: the Exploding Hearts - Rumours in Town
( Monday, July 7, 2003 11:59 p.m. )
Argh, consumed by the ravaging hordes of Hissoc duties. Broken beaten down, can't even get around.
On a lighter note: squirreled more money into more studio time, on a semi-productive session. On an even lighter note: the studio was located in the deep recesses of a provision shop. I like to see egg-cartons vibrating to the frequencies of Where Is My Mind.
audio: Commander Venus - Do You Feel at Home
( Saturday, June 28, 2003 02:31 a.m. )
Today, a public unveiling of the holiday purchase plan which died at birth due to a severe and most pressing lack of funds:
1. Slippers, any kind will do I swear. Even those mamar store kinds with the squishy goose pimple like things.
2. Mambo Volley Shoes. Tres cool!
3. Porter bag. My current bag is so hideous it sits alone at the canteen because the other bags don't want to sit with it. And this is because Qiyan destroyed my other, more decent, bag with his sheer manliness.
4. Fred Perry polo shirt. Also, tres cool.
5. The "ilovedaddy" vintage tee from wakemeupmusic. It costs $4.00. (I am a thriftwhore!)
OK now I sound like I'm gay, I know. But shopping is really soothing. Or at least thinking about it...or thinking about thinking about it...etc.
audio: JR Ewing - Calling in Dead
( Tuesday, June 24, 2003 11:11 p.m. )
A brief summary of the past week or so:
1. I like jumping into pools clad in school uniform, hence proving the amazing water retentive abilities of said uniform.
2. I STILL don't have Hail to the Thief, I deserve to be shot.
3. I downloaded Taking Back Sunday songs, I deserve to be shot.
It's amazing how you can sum up your life into the archaic twists of kilobytes.
audio: Bikini Kill - I Like Fucking
( Wednesday, June 18, 2003 11:20 a.m. )
"I can shout louder than all your three instruments combined!"
A testament to Sidney's flagrant emo-ness.
( Saturday, June 14, 2003 11:58 p.m. )
Ok what, so I couldn't connect your lousy laptop to the lousy projector. Doesn't mean you have the right to shake your stupid Oakleys in my face. SCREW YOU TKGS CHAPERON-ING TEACHER! Hah your stupid team only got a lousy 57 points.
audio: Death Cab for Cutie - Wait (Secret Stars cover)
