Archive for September 8th, 2004

Wednesday September 8, 2004

Sin then Swim

I went for cheesecake and a swim with Jason today.
Ivan wanted to come but he was in the office.
Too bad Ivan nyahaha!

We super lazed in the pool and Jason reminded of the FIRST TIME EVER the fairy got drunk.
Horrendous.

You know what else is horrendous?!
MY SLUT HAS A BLOG.
YES.
THAT’S RIGHT.
THE SLUT.
A BLOG.
HERE STARTS THE BITCHING.
confirmed.
i shall refrain from revealing the url for now  -_-

I’m to watch movies with Jason & co. later. I was telling MediumBen what i was up to for the night.
“Sure drink la! Drink, drink, drink!”
“Well…. they put it in front of me, takkan i don’t drink!”
“SO. People put a gun in front of you, you take it and shoot yourself la?!”

I bellowed with laughter.

 

Wednesday September 8, 2004

Shameless and blatant advertising

Hey all, Rudy here again. Wonderful marvellous Joyce has allowed me to advertise on her blog.

Well if you live in Melbourne, this could be beneficiary for you. Well here it is!

Shanghai Fridays at The Loft is a weekly asian night at The Loft on friday nights(well duh)

Anyway come on over and mention Rudy to the guys up front and you’ll be on the guest list. Bring more friends with ya and stuff like that. Free drinks and entry for whoever brings the most guests under my name.

Now if only more Australians visited Fairy’s blog -_-

 

Wednesday September 8, 2004

Alcoholics Unite

Jason *is* really more alcoholic than i am.
We were on the phone.

“Eh later we meet up to minum la.”
“You sure you wanna minum in the afternoon meh?”
“OI! MINUM TEH AIS LA!”
“oh…”  
I laughed.
“So hoT wanna drink…”
“…..malibu can wut….” he didn’t hear me…
“… only can drink beer la maybe… hmm why didn’t i think of that!…”
I laughed even louder.

I love holidays.
I’m now going to sip on a Malibu cocktail, watch ‘Lost In Translation’ and nibble on M&S chocolates.

 

Wednesday September 8, 2004

My neighbourhood continued

from here.


oh fuck. typo. -_-

Early last Sunday morn at 6 30 am
I was dreaming about going to the cinema when
Aaron aka My Slut awoke with a massive jump
I woke up and saw his terrified face in the moonlight
“what is it?!” omg pontianak (ghost)
“cockroach!”

He jumped up and switched on the lights
I hugged my pillow sleepily on the bed
I didn’t see anything
“You dreaming is it.” i just wanna sleep godammit
“I felt something crawling on my arm and saw something black there!”
“…. you dreaming is it.”
“NO.”
sigh.

Suddenly we see it.
Fucking hugeass killer black cockroach.
In his room.
Aaron jumps around going “there! there!”
I sigh, put on my contact lenses
And wait for it to appear again
In my hand is a
Rolled up newspaper provided by him

“I’m going to the bathroom”
“Okay.” *waits for cockroach*
“OH! THERE! HIT IT OUT!”
I hit it out of the room.
Oh-brave-one rushes into the room and slams the door behind him.

“I can’t go to the bathroom now….” *small voice*

I realise that no matter what race or age my ex-bfs are, they’re ALL massively terrified of cockroaches. Me? i just enjoy killing them by pouring Persil detergent on their wiggling up-side-down bodies till they die.

DIE! MOTHERFUCKA! DIE!
(line stolen from mediumben)