Archive for August, 2004

Friday August 27, 2004

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I lost the mood for Zouk when Ashley said she didn’t feel like going. I was halfway telling Louis i didn’t wanna go. Halfway…

“I’m near your house. Go change. Go change! Now!”

-_-    “ok…”

When i went outside, James’ first sentence to me was, “Hi, oh my brother hates you!”

Me: Huh? why?
James: Well, you kept on calling him ugly…
Louis: Yeah, and you gave him the finger multiple times!
Me: oh dear… *laughs* i did?! How old is he anyway?…
James: Thirteen.

So i fought with a thirteen-year-old when drunk. How matured of me -_-

 

 

Wednesday August 25, 2004

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DeMask

Ivan  has pics from last Sat night in Zouk.

Oh Dear.
Got pretty tipsy last night.
I *must* eat more before going out to drink with Andrew next time.

Ah crap. It’s blur and i don’t know why.
Anyway.

It’s for my college exhibition.

Date : : 24th August - 3rd September
Time : : 10 am - 6 pm
Venue : :  The One Academy main block

Exhibiting works from 4 majors - Illustration, Advertising & Graphic Design, Multimedia, and Digital Animation.
It’s next to Sunway Pyramid.

 

Tuesday August 24, 2004

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Sharon & Sarah

On the night Tiesto was in Zouk, I went to spend some buddy-time with Sharon and Sarah.
They’re from Kuching.
Very great fun and laughter they are.
I brought alcohol to their hotel room.
Malibu  of course.




Guess whAT!!!

I bought another* Little Pony today!

Oh Joy.

And. I flicked more MyLittlePony signs to put up my shelves. MediumBen suffered the adventure.

“Don’t Joyce please… what if someone caTCHES you?!”
“It’s not even for sale la…”
“That’s why! That’s why you shouldn’t take it!”
“No… i already have three and i need three more for my shelves…”
“But you don’t *need* them!”
“Yes i do… my dad said i need to put something to block the shooting arrows from pointing at me.”

Feng shui tee hee.

Actually. The reason i bought another one is cos i want to spraypaint it black and make an EVIL GOTH Little Pony….

How fucking marvelous will that be!??!??!

*hugs pony and jumps around excitedly*

 

Monday August 23, 2004

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I feel insane.

I didn’t sleep last night.
I was in college cutting BOARDS AGAIN the WHOLE day. The trauma… i was *fucking* careful i can tell you that!
I *just* got home from college.
I have to do work *now*.
So i can layan Mary and The Slut.

Dear Lisha, No. I didn’t keep the piece from my finger… didn’t think of it at the time! Was too kan-cheong on whether to run to the doctor in the next road or to wait… 0_o

I have had so many wonderful sentences from the wonderful people in my life said to me after this incident:

“Hey i heard about your finger… were you drunk?” - Lisa
“How are you going to hold two glasses now Joyce?!” - MediumBen
“Oh now there’s less fairy to love… not like there was much fairy before anyway….” - Dave
“Guess you can’t hold your glass now, huh!” - Daddy

I pacified my poor spirit with a glass of white wine with Ashley yesterafternoon.
“Hrmm… do you think the alcohol will have a reaction with the medicine?”
“Well. She didn’t mention it wut… Should be okay la.”
“Well. Don’t think she expects me to drink in the afternoon… so she wouldn’t say it?”

oh yAAAAAAAA i hAVE TO mention this. As usual Ash thinks she’s a race car driver and gave me another MiniHeartAttack on the way to the doctor. Don’t get me wrong! i likE* fast cars, i love ‘em. I just always get MiniHeartAttacks with Ash….
She swerved.
I gasped. Held my poor finger and said, “Shit i think you just made my finger bleed more. Shock.”

She laughed evilly and started bopping her head while driving.

Ashleyisevilashleyisevilashleyisevilashleyisevilashleyisevilashleyisevil…

 

Sunday August 22, 2004

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SuperPhobia

I’ve been up all night doing my usual neverending work. Now i’m crazyfucking paranoid when something sharp is near my hands.

Yesterday, lovely lovely Ashley was retelling me how her similar finger-mutation experience was. She was cutting art board as well. The difference is *she* had cut right thru her nail but there was a little bit of skin holding it all together… so she went to the hospital to have it reconstructed. When she told me about it a week later, i had laughed at her. I thought it was funny at that time… Yesterday, she got her own back.

We were in her car on the way to the doctor’s…

“Did you wash it?”
“nO. I put it under the tap for like one sec and it was damn painful…”
“oh, then the doctor will wash it for you… they’ll use alcohol. Wah, damn fucking pain i tell you!”
*whimper* “eH. Can you please not say that now? I’m going to cry if you continue…” *finds is hard to breathe*

Waiting for the doctor…

“Oh you have to put your hand in a plastic bag while you bathe…”
“Wah. Damn difficult right….”
“Yea lor.” *big unsympathetic eyes*
“Then how to wash hair?”
“Use one hand la, take damn long wan.”
“Aiyo…”
After a few seconds…
“Somemore you got long hair. hA!” *gleeful grin*
*big horrified ashley-is-fucking-evil face*

When i was seeing the doctor, i was totally freaking inside when she pushed this silver trolley with lots of sharp metal thingies and liquids on it towards me.
omg omg omg she’s gonna clean it oh fuck oh fuck ash said damn pain earghhh
I actually whispered out loud to myself, ‘Oh. My… God…’
You might have laughed if you were there.

On a sad note, Louis’s dog died.

 

Sunday August 22, 2004

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Fairy Finger *sob*

Wow. i was rushing to college on a Sunday till i didn’t finish my sentence in the post below.

i had an accident today. fuck i’m typing damn slow i can’t touch type argh

i was cutting and mounting work for the exhibition when,

horror of HORRORS…
i sliced a CHUNK off my finger. I was using my pointer and thumb to hold down the ruler while i cut the board with a blade. I saw the blade go thru my finger and stoned…
did that really happen?
Then the piece that i cut off went *piak* on the floor. I was like ‘oHHHHH FUCKK!!!!!!!!!!” but nobody really paid attention cos i’m always swearing when i cut a board size wrong.

I couldn’t see.
I was panicking like Mary-thinking-of-what-to-wear-clubbing.
It started bleeding profusely and i ran to the bathroom leaving a trail of droplets on the way.

I stained the sink with blood.
I stained the wall with blood.
I stained the floor with blood.

Miraculously i didn’t stain my nice clothes with blood. Now, THAT would have been disastrous…

I held huge wads of tissue to my finger and jumped around the bathroom while trying not to cry. Girls are so emotional and weak in times of pain.

After my face wasn’t so white anymore i went back downstairs. My lecturer asked me what was wrong. “i cut my finger. shit… sEEEEE.” and held up the piece of flesh i had found on the floor to her. She covered her face with her hands and backed away.
In case you have no clue how it got cut, here:

See that part beyond the red line? I don’t have it anymore. I was only able to survey the damage at the doctor’s when the bleeding FINALLY stopped. I was staring and staring and staring cos it just looked SO STRANGE.

I officially have a mutated finger.
I am so special.

I sent my dad an sms in the afternoon:
Something happened. I cut my finger. A piece fell off in college. Ashley is taking me to the doctor now. More bills for you.

There’s so much more i want to blog but typing is being a painful bitch so you have to wait it out.
I think i shall go draw a happy face on my bandage now…