Thursday, May 26, 2005

Carrie Underwood wins American Idol!

Congratulations Carrie! Not only did she win the million dollar recording contract, she also walked away with a car and a Private Jet... OMG! She had been a very consistent performer for this whole season. Everytime I look at her, she seemed to be surrounded by an exhilarating aura. She's born an unembellished beauty. Together with Harold Bice (Bo), they truly deserve standing in their current positions and in my opinion, they are the best Top 2 the American franchise ever had so far. Both equally talented and competitive. Carrie's rendition of "Angels Brought Me Here" surely blew me off my seat. Guy Sebastian can be shoved to the side. I'm flabbergasted, can you actually believe that over 500 million votes were cast for this finale? That is an exorbitant amount! America's population is almost half of that. Anyways, I'm happy for Carrie and will be waiting for the release of her debut album.

I met a cranky cab-driver today. His behaviour is so weird that he even admitted in Mandarin: "Do you know you are on board with a crazy person?" For a second I thought he was talking to the steering-wheel, so I was like "Who?" Later then I realized he was actually talking about himself, to me. At that moment, a thought sprang from the distant recesses of my brain and I actually wanted to ask him to pull over, give him a red note, tell him "Uncle, this is for you, I can find my way home, you can drive yourself to Woodbridge, as you need a visit there..." and then alight the vehicle. Btw, I was alone and remained silent throughout the journey except replied to some of his mildly answerable questions. He also asked "Why you study so far? I really pity you leh! So silly..." and he kept shaking his head as though he was on ecstasy. And he said something about "Never mind lah, next time you can ride a bicycle to school" H-U-H?? That's only like one-eighth of what he said. Instantly, I felt as though these words flashed across my forehead: 'Whatever. Please stop talking!' *Sen Jing Bing!* Finally, when I alighted the vehicle, he said "Feel free to visit my cab anytime!" Err, there are like a hundred thousand cabs on this island, why YOURS? GILA GORILLA!
What a fun ride... ... NOT!

freed his mind P.Y.R.A - U.G.I.N.E at 5:17 PM [comment]

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Monday, May 23, 2005

Just one more day. Wow. I did practically nothing throughout the entire holiday and there, we are going back to sch the next day.
Something so exciting happened last night. As usual, I was scrutinizing the contents behind the monitor screen of my Mistress, when a rattling buzz sliced the air. All of a sudden, a tantalizing thought shot through my mind and Dowager Von's name registered instantly. But NO, this time it wasn't Von, because for the pass few minutes, my gaze was stuck on the austere screen and there clearly wasn't any sign of a recently-popped-up MSN window. Definitely Not Von. The robust buzzing seemed to be coming from behind my CD shelf which stood on the edge of my bureau. That simply made me recoil. Soon enough, a black object materialized at the far corner of my eyes as it came to view. It was a ----- FLYING COCKROACH! Yuck! It was practically hovering above the stack of towering books which groaned with volumes, zooming aimlessly along the wall and it was just less than a metre away from where I was. I shot up from my seat and grabbed a badminton racket. Wielding the weapon, I began pummelling the airborne pest, in hopes of destroying it's disgusting body and putting an end to it's all-I-do-is-just-live-in-the-dark-or-otherwise-I-love-making-humans-scream-at-the-sight-of-me life. I feel like I was in a battle. Mustering my strength, I swung the racket forward and the pest was smacked to the ground, probably unconscious. Let me tell you, pests can also be deceiving too. Taking a step forward, I wanted to check on the unconscious creature. To my astonishment, it buzzed to life and took flight once again. WTH! It came my direction and almost instantly, I thought it wanted to fly into my mouth and take shelter, but it was out of sight. Irritated, I entrust the task to my Dad and went for a shower. Seriously, I can't imagine how those contestants on Fear Factor feel when they send those struggling roaches down their throats. Eeeww! Urk! I'm feeling gooseflesh! *Pukes a pailful* So much for the money.
*LalalalalaLAHHHHHHHHHH!* The bathroom is the best enclosed space where you can enjoy every moment doing anything privately obscene, including cleaning yourself and some claimed it as a best place to practice singing. After the encounter with the roach, I was busy soaping and scrubbing my head when the light above cast a gigantic shadow on the wet floor. Though my vision was blurred, with clouds of shampoo sliding down my nose, I gazed up at the ceiling. Nothing. I turned my head and there it was. Sticking itself steadily against the tile on the wall near the ceiling was a big fat moth, about the size of four-50cents coins laid side-by-side on the width, all joined together. What the hell was it doing in the bathroom. *Gasps* Peeping-Tom! Er, I mean Peeping-Moth! Petrified, I swung open the door and ran out naked, without rinsing my shampoo-mounted head. Wait, NO. I obviously didn't run out naked. That would be so embarrassing! Haha! Instead, I quickly rinsed my head and shook the water off my body. Then, tilting the temperature to the Max. and turning the water to full blast, I positioned the mouth of the w.heater at the body of the peeping-moth. The force of spraying water sent the fatty-boom-boom moth sliding down several tiles off the wall and finally came to a halt on the floor. The moth attempted to escape, but its drenched and tattered wings disallowed the action. Sadly, with the hot water aiming deadly at it, the moth got washed into the opened drainage. *Let's out a guffaw* Hah! Now the trapped moth will soon be drowned. Wait, it should be drowned. That happened like last night. Came out of the disastrous shower and someone was screaming. I guess the flying roach had succeeded scaring my mum, chasing her round the living room. Moments later, my dad was then holding a piece of tissue with the roach's head poked out, like a new-born baby wrapped in a soft towel. He claimed that the roach was actually putting up an ostentatious aerobics show on his sofa which clearly didn't impress him. Haha! Cockroach? Aerobics? What's up with all these insects man, trying to intrude my territory. The next insect, pest, or whatever sorta creature that flies, lands, crawls on my doorstep or through my windows, or appears before my visage, no doubt they will perish a much much more horrible death.

freed his mind P.Y.R.A - U.G.I.N.E at 5:52 PM [comment]

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Monday, May 16, 2005

Just one more week. Final moments for us to savour every millisecond of this period, before we return to those interminable lectures and tutorials which could literally leave us falling into deep slumber. Seriously, blogging has recently became an almost formidable task. Guess it must be the occasional fatigue that has been shrouding over me ever since this holiday started. It seems to me that an invisible doom had been built to barricade myself from the outside world. How I wish I could voluntarily banish myself from this country; Hell No. People would laugh at the absurdity of it, wouldn't they? Who cares.
Cash Converters devours money. A better way to sell? Bulls! Goods which are at the verge of exchange become almost worthless. Each cd is traded for a few pennies... perhaps lesser. *Growls* Pawed through my collection and found some antediluvian cds and vcds including Power Rangers and sold them. Yeah I know... can't blame me for my childhood fantasies. Haha. Better sold than thrown.
Two days ago, I was busy scanning through my novel when an exasperating buzz on the monitor screen broke the peace and aroused my attention. No, it wasn't a bee, neither was it an insect. It was a self- proclaimed dowager who initiated a chat. It was Von a.k.a "Dowager" Koh Feng Feng. Ill- timed intrusion. Apparently, this loony dowager made use of my innocence and requested a list of songs, which I obviously don't have. What a baddie. That isn't all. She keeps resonating enunch labels to me. And claimed that I would be her personal music search engine and that I should obey her rules. Ludicrous! *lets out a guttural roar of rage and lands several punches on the "Dowager's" face* Haha! Let's see who will be the servant when we meet in school.
Last afternoon, I was using my Mistress when my cell phone vibrated. It was an unknown number. It was a message from Yihan. From London?! Was quite surprised indeed. An upwelling of anxiety growing inside Mr Chong obviously prompted him to send the message from that distant nation. Anthony Federov got to lick the bootie, Ucheena and Joyce won T.A.R! Wow! I feel so happy for them! They truly deserve the prize! I would really wanna embark on a journey like T.A.R, regardless of whether there is a prize or not. That would be so much fun!
My Mistress had been a loving companion. She's born with dark delicate skin. I'm deeply mesmerized by the way she lays on my bureau. *Shivers with contentment* She liked the way I run my fingers on her so that I can feel the warmth of her body. She's the only one who can answer my dubious thoughts. She's always there when I'm bored. Woo! *Gives his Mistress a bone-breaking hug* Alright, my Mistress is tired. She needs to retire now. *Pushes the laptop cover down and put it to sleep*
P.S. I'm not mad.

freed his mind P.Y.R.A - U.G.I.N.E at 4:54 PM [comment]

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