Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Aftermath

It's been so long since my last post I honestly dunno what to blog about...

I mean, whatever that needs to be bitched/moaned/gossiped, I've already expressed through nights of drunken stupor & hours of yum cha-ing.

And whatever I *can't* bitch about here, I've already managed to convert to other sources of energy that are much better wasted on (i.e. sleep, gamble, drink, watch tv, drink summore, 'sleep', dig nose, observe the ceiling).

But here are some highlights of the year 2007 (so far):

  • Work was been brilliantly crazy. I like. Coz I now am so busy I have no time to eat properly, I smoke more, I get mini anxiety attacks & I don't sleep as much. This ingenious diet method is perfect for that super-model look I've always wanted (hollow eyes, sunken cheekbones, skinny body, perpetual shoulder hunch). Go me.

  • Found a new person to hate! Would love to contribute a whole post to her (Nigel, be patient, it's coming!) but in a nutshell:
  1. She attempts to smoke like she attempts to pass off as a human even though she's probably related to a walrus with a mammary gland problem.
  2. She attempts to be a Christian the same way she attempts smoking.
  3. She's so retarded she thinks a swinger is a re-born virgin, at the same time, trying to spread her disease of idiotic-ness in deluded confidence, while attempting to *smoke* a cigarette. (multi-tasking doesn't work very well for walrus' i think).
  4. She's a compulsive liar who's so insecure she has to have sex at holy places (like a whore) & treats her bf like a pet hamster she can torture when she's not making him lick her pussy through a cage.
  5. Her daily routine involves a morning round of self-pity, an afternoon of talking out of her ass (coz at least poop comes out of there, instead of stupidity laced in bad manners & spunk from the local foreign mamak waiter), and an evening of forcing her bf to worship her for the loser that she is with a promise of sleazy car sex afterwards.
  6. She has an imaginary life, where she's an ordinary lovable little girl, as she needs to run away from the reality that she's just a friendless, lifeless, brainless, tackless, penniless piece of ah-lien trash that nobody gives a shit about. Even the beggars in the street tosses her a penny. And the local crazies avoid her, too crazy even for them.
  7. She deserves to die simply becoz she blames all of the above on her fucked-up parents(whom apparently never raped her or forced her to sell drugs or anything), just coz they slapped her once in a while for being so ugly.
  8. She has only 2 things coming in this life: (1) A bf who (luckily for her) has a low self-esteem & equal amount of insecurity to actually still be with her for the 1,000th time. And (2) a sad existence: waste of our earth's air & space.
  • Moving on... The bf & I had a relatively quiet Valentine's slash Birthday. Though on the last hour of the night, the gang decided to show up at the house uninvited & uninhibited. With Uncle Chivas. Ahh, the joys & perils of being TheoChew... Comes with the job description, what can I say? ;)

  • Gave away my 2nd 'dare' money on yet another entertainingly gay moment to enjoy. The phrase 'Suck my balls' will never mean the same to me again.. heh.

  • Nigel the Bangsar's Favourite Pondan has finally gotten himself a girlfriend (notice I didnt put 'gf' just in case u think I was joking or meant gay-friend). But yes, it's true, ladies & gentlemen! This half-man is officially off the meat market (not that it matters in the 1st place).. Though if you know me well enough, you'll know that I'm probably not just happy to blog about just for fucks.. So yes, actually, I'm saying this coz there's a rather ironic twist to this 'coupling' that I shall not say right now (at least not here), so there Nigel, I'm being nice! hahahahah....

I think that's that for now...

For all my colleagues who were actually sampat enough to find me on friendster AND THEN find my blog and are actually reading this.. *AHEM*

Let me say welcome to my brain & sorry, there's no refund.

Ciaos.