This isn’t funny anymore
I lost alot of things last night
I don’t know how
Which is really stupid
I can’t say when
Which is equally stupid
And the worst thing was
When i was at my worst situation and wailed
For those i wanted most at my side
I couldn’t have
That sucked
It made me feel like the most alone
The Squirrel Came Again
The squirrel came again last night
I tried to make him flee
And yet he lingered all around
With winks and grins of glee
The squirrel came again last night
Too soon from his last trip
For only just a week before
He made me lose much kip
The squirrel came again last night
I own up it’s part my fault…
Saw him creeping from afar
Yet didn’t stop and bolt
I did what they said i should
Unwillingly and stalled for time
Played unfair and stole a hug
Which no doubt was sublime
The squirrel came back again
I’m tired of his face
He wears me out and tears me out
I doubt he feels disgrace
I saw him turn and wink at me
He’ll definitely be back for more
And when he does… i really hope
Today will be of yore
Joyce’s Thursday Evening
Pui Mun & i were on the way to Bangkok Jazz to interview Roger Sanchez and Steve Lawler
It was raining
This is kl city centre
Basically
It’s jammed
Fucking jammed
I thought we were gonna be super late and miss our interview slots
But of course, if we were late
So would everyone else
So happy happy
I slumbered and had some Heinekens before everything started
“Are you drinking on the job?”
“…. i always* drink on the job…”
But only when i take photos…
Cos then i get into the most ridiculous positions obliviously
“Oh no… it’s blur… can we take it again?”
“You can take as many as you want…!”
“Haha”
“Let’s do it this way, this way always works!” *grabs camera*
“Oh haha! I always do this…”
“Yea! So this is the shutter button right….”
Okay la
His skills not bad also
Roger has a deep sexy voice, no doubt
And he said i’m the closest person he’s met who looks like an anime
Which is what others djs have said as well…
Is it my face?
My height?
What…?!
Anyhow, i’m looking forward to their sets in Sepang tomorrow
12:30-2 am : Steve Lawler
2-4 am : Roger Sanchez and NY Band
How To Waste Your Phone Bill
A prominent object in my house at the moment is my birthday book from Andrew
The one filled with fairy illustrations and fairy facts all out to kill you fairy-mockers
*big satisfied smile*
So anyway
I leave it downstairs so that everytime i have a minute to spare
Everyone always has a bit ‘o time to spare
Just whether you decide to use it to
Read like Kim
Drink Starbucks caramel macchiatos like Ashley
Sleep like Fai
Wank like Loowee
or drink like me
Crap, went off topic again
So everytime i have a minute to spare
I flip through the book and excitely recite fairy facts to any family member that has the (mis)fortune of being within hearing distance of me
My brother usually looks at me boredly
Sometimes he gives me this half-smile which seems to hint that he has a crazy sister
My father usually looks over his newspapers for a second and goes ‘Hmm’ (probably wondering whether i got mixed up in the hospital maybe…?)
My mother…. hmm i haven’t actually done this to her yet… *makes mental note*
I was on the phone with AshleyTheMonkey and The Great Book was in front of me
“Did you know that child fairies, unlike human children, are hundreds and even thouSANDS of years old?!”
“…lalaLALALA!!!”
Stupid girl trying to drown me out so i continued
“And did you know, fairy children come into the world in the early days of May!!! That’s SOON!”
“EHihavetogo, i gotta go feed the erm aliens in my backyard BYEeee!!!”
I continued reading out fairyfacts loudly and she rambled on about random things (i don’t know what, i wasn’t listening) at the same time as well
So it was a pretty useless conversation we had as we tried to drown each other out
Talk about wasting phone bill….
This Godly Hour
It has wiltered
Yet its presence is still stubborn
Sitting in the corner of my neglected room
Catching my heart’s eye every time
I trip rush run doing my every day thing
Hope that it will spring bloom skip like it used to
But nevermind that
I hope you’re better
The Fairydoctor whispered that it would be
I didn’t know whether to believe her
Then the girl in the white nightie looked at me before she leaped
And her body twirled with momentum
I told her not to
I told her not to
They all didn’t listen to me!
Strings cut her deep
Everyone gasped
My heartbeat hovered like i knew it would
I couldn’t see any red blood gash pain
But you know how it is
You see it from so far…
Yet still feel the pain
Not physically
But emotionally scraping on your heart
Which might prove more torturous for some
The second girl still prepared to leap
Foolish thing! I called out with panic in my voice yet trying to maintain rational and calm
I told her not to
I told her not to
They all didn’t listen to me!
Oh baby it’s a wild world
It’s all mixed up
Flowers girl nightgown string white
Run skip slow down stoop crouch cry
But nevermind that
For i awoke swearing never to eat
Bacon sandwiches, cheese toasties and snickers
Before drifting off to the
Which is why i’m still awake at this godly hour
Godly, for ‘tis the time
The common black bird in my backyard sings
The elderly neighbours practice tai chi
The auntie lights her joss sticks
Its welcoming smell reminding me of Penang
My mother drives off to work
No wait
She’s left already
And i’m still awake
FENGFENGFENG!!!
Just got back from Mambo
The music was layan as usual, cos i love old music so much
But it just *cannot* beat the faster bpm
I come straight home
And chuck the headphones on my head
BLASTING hard house
And waiting ever so patiently for Saturday….
Bollocks.
Not very patiently
But still waiting…
Saturday…..
Saturday…. are The Thirst Finals
Prollie something we’re all looking forward to
Unless you’re don’t fancy raves, progressive house and the like
Or unless
You’re Bri-ish and been to much bigger and better raves -_-
I just can’t wait to jump around, dance and go absolutely crazy
Need it, i do
Feels like a long-anticipated orgasm i would say
