with or without you

watch this. i was laughing so hard that i fell if my bed. kinda reminded me of that madonna video. just goes to show, religious oppression can lead to some pretty strange fucked up fantasies. makes you wonder what nuns do when they get... urges.

songs by some psychotic 80s metal (i think) band called Type O Negative. the song's shit, but you gotta give them props for the video. kudos. song's called "christian woman". very aptly titled.

bag it up

remember when my itunes library reached 1000 songs and i got all giddy like a child dizzy on lemonade? well, guess who just made it to 2000 tracks. ding ding ding ding. THAT'S RIGHT, ME! all tracks that i listen to unbiasedly, mind you. now, i know it's not a competition, but if there was one, i'd be winning. HEH.

in my possession are some really GOOD indie stuff. now when i say good, i really mean the good kind. coz let's face it, we all know 98% of indie is shit.

i have keane's new album, perfect symmetry. i just got greedy. since i have their first 2 albums, i MUST have their third. come on... you know what i'm talking about. it's that insatiable monsterous greed that grows within you to rob you of your rationality? no? just me then? im only halfway through reviewing the album, but so far so good.

AND THIS TAKES CAKE(???). OASIS's NEW ALBUM. DIG OUT YOUR SOUL. WITH ME. IN MY ITUNES LIBRARY. THAT'S RIGHT. UH HUH. I HAVE IT. COME TO MAMA!

don't ask me for any of the music just yet. i need to hoard them and listen to them all myself first. oh you know how this indie music snob gets. be kind...

good day to you matey, for its a fair day with the sun looking just like it came out of a fruitips commercial.

sea lion woman

AHA! finally got my old 5kg laptop back and i've never been happier. my one week internet-free hiatus has made me realise just how much the internet means to me. guess what i've been up to... well i think the playlist explains a lot BUT i've got new indie bands arses to bury myself in. boy does it smell wonderfull. im toying with the idea of turning this blog into a music blog OR starting a new one. then again, that would just be suicide. i should be studying for MSA and something called A lvls. what the hell am i thinking. there i talked myself out of it... maybe after A's i'll start my career to being an internet celebrity. urgh! how do some people manage 3 blogs.

right i did promise pictures somewhere along the stream of posts. avenue Q pictures, though not many, are coming up. AND pictures my new haircut which i got on saturday. can i just say that my hair grows faster than the human-spider thing from that human-spider horror movie. oh you know, the one where this smart aleck genius scientist experiments with a baby and spider genes and the boy fully matures (including sexually) in a matter of weeks at which point he starts to hunt for a mate aka. nearest female availible? no? well then. my hair's twice its length from saturday. a tad frightening.

evryone's busy with something or rather. work, comfy vacations to ang-moh land, going out with long lost friends etc. i shall soon start studying. hopefully the work thing will start soon. for some unfathomable reason my money is disappearing and my SLR fund is diminishing to a mere 800 buckaroos. and all i did was go for a stinkin' play. a tip to those of you having fun: don't. you'll soon see your savings crumble before you like an apple strudel. every outing is a mini tsunami.

"let's go study, nandhini" actually means let's spend the whole day at the library's cafe spending 8 bucks on bloody mikshakes.

"let's watch a movie, nan" actually doubles up as a cheap excuse to eat $8 popcorn and pig out after as well.

"wanna go play badminton dude?" really means a 3 hour lunch date and an hour of actual exercise.

take my advice, those little suggestions are really just money-sucking vortexes under the pretense of productive time-spending. and if you were a naive little scallywag like me thinking "money can be easily earnt" well that's only if you HAVE A JOB. sigh...

so here comes avenue Q photos. mm wore a dress *gasp* i wore a dress too *GASP*

i can't stand her for being so adorable. grrr...

mm again. betamon wasn't with us because we didn't invite her soon enough. damn.

stalker and mm

mm and stalker

im-pretending-to-be-shy allan

mm, me, allan

allan said my nose is in the shape of an elephant. laugh all you want pussy for i have this...

muahahahahahahahah "CHIIIIINAAAA MAAAAN"

i think he wants some "bitty"

finally a normal picture. see guys, he's not too ugly to be gay. he could very well rock the foundations of a gay club. (just say the word, and dude, my blog will be your very own dating service website. there's a catch though. fulfill my dream and come out of the closet. simple as that.)

QUAGMIRE!!

im-pretending-to-be-shy-again allan
me and allan

and NOW, for my haircut.
carrot top meets simon amtell at a clown convention. gosh i'm so fucking gawky and geeky it pisses me off.

i want to smell you.
i want to molest you.
i want fuck you then cut you up into peices, cook you in curry and eat you.
it's a chinese temple situated on the top of a brown hill. duh.

it's not that bad guys. you can stop thinking its a bad hair cut now. yeah NOW. none of that pitying sighs from you...

it's not really a bad hair cut for me. it takes 5 minutes for it to dry which is all i really ask for. it behaves well enough. AND more imporatantly, i don't look like an aunty. kit and my dad says it looks cute-.-''' i'd say it looks more like a refuge for stray hungry birds. my maid laughed. my sister had a ruffle. my gran says its suitable for a studying student as there is less fuss. i think im going to keep this hairstyle for a while so its better to get it over with. i hereby grant you permission to make jokes about my hair. better than patronising me by saying "good good you don't need spend money on a perm." this isn't the 1980s to be happy about not needing a fucking perm guys. if christ compels you to say something, at least do me a favour and make a joke about it.

toodles cyberstalkers.

rewrite

hey avenue q was great. for me at least. mm didn't quite fancy it as much as allan and i did. let's just say it's sesame street for adults. you could really learn a lot about life from it eg, coming out of the closet (*cough cough* allan *cough cough*). didn't take much pictures. the ones we did will be up as soon as i get a crane to lift me out of bed. im serious, that's how fat i've gotten in 2/3 weeks. at least it feels that way. as soon as the weather clears im going to step out of the house for some fresh air and activities that requires me to move. beach, badminton, bathing(im trying to aim for once in 2 days, but sometimes the mood to shower escapes me), basketball (if mm can get around to teaching me) etc. oh how i love the holidays where you can just sit around listening to oasis's new album "dig out your soul" which would make any kid a wonderful christmas present. see how i did that... i just slipped it in. i better remember to study amidst all the fun ive been having. don't think the stuff i learnt up (which is just enough to get me 35 rank points) for promos stuck at all. my computer's PMSing more than the ol' hag which majorly sucks balls. that is also one of the reasons i haven't paragraphed yet. the fucking enter button does not work. dammit. COCK. its so frustratng to have a peice of shit i place of a computer. so whether YOU read this mess or not is the least of my problems. dammit without paragraphing i sound so random and completely incompetent at narrative writing. you know what? im not even going try to continue. and that sucks for you because i had this whole ranty, angsty, cynical, well-researched post (oh don't pretend you don't love reading them) planned about people who think they're perfect and take it upon themselves to fix other people according to their own ideals. urgh! FUCK IT! and you know what going to suck even more for you? im going to turn this into a blob of rainbow skittles-like vomit just so that YOU'D get pissed of reading it. MUAHAHAHAHAHA! and now that you read all the way through, you can't undo the damage done to your eyes, brain and the time you could have spent doing other more productive things. GYAHAHAHAHAHA! im so eeeeevil. im an insane woman with a vengence to fulfil against fucked up technology. well, let's see what you become when technology finally turns on you! MYAHAHAHAGYAHAHAHMUAHAHAHA! I AM SUCH AN ARSEHOLE! WEEEEEEEEEE! well guess what? you an arseWIPE! so wipe the crap off of me! HEH HEH HEH HEH! oh shit, i just realised you can just highlight the whole thing and read it if you really wanted. damn. let's hope you just realised that too.