Bloody High

When Mike’s troubled, Mike consumes COPIOUS amount of caffeine. Then he gets all jittery from the buzz and bites his nails while reading “Juice” (from Sheila’s workplace).

The next thing he knows, he wakes up to a badly scratched face with dried blood on the sheets.

Surprisingly, it doesn’t hurt.


Sly.

Saw Sylvester on my way back today. He was outside Jurong East Popular. Surprisingly, he wasn’t recognized and didn’t have his legion of fans with him. Just the occasionally insurance agents (who PLAGUE the train station) coming up and asking for his autograph.

Ming said he was there to buy Taufik’s new album from CD Rama. You go gal!

Disappointing



I just don’t get it. Everybody, I repeat… EVERYBODY says and acknowledge the fact that Mike’s an open book. I can be that easily read off. Why then? Why is it that even people off the net, like Shuqin, Mich and Peanut could tell that something’s wrong? And yet, you, someone I’m close to, someone who meant so much to me, fails to see it.

Am I good only for giving? And never receiving?

This is disappointing. Almost tragic.

Update.

Sorry for not updating any sooner. The mood just isn’t there. Now, it just got worse.

So cold, so icy one burns one’s fingers on her! Every hand that grasps her starts back! – And for just that reason many think she is glowing hot.



That’s how I feel now. So unsure, maybe even deluded. But yet… Deep inside, I wish the warmth is genuine. And not my mistake. It has been cold for such a long while already.

I’m not even sure of what I want. It isn’t fair if I go into it only to hurt ppl. What am I attracted to? I’m afraid of making mistakes that will have repercussions that affects us adversely.

I am confused.

Dead Of The Night

I think I should stop smsing at night, esp when I’m drifting in and out of sleep. I say things without remembering what I said. And sometimes, things that shouldn’t have been said are said.

Oh boy, Mike just loves to shoot himself in his pinkie toe.

The Red, The White And The Green

Yoiz, missed me? Heh. The weekend was so fun! Though it was really slow and boring initially, it kinda picked up as Xmas approached.

Was really sad and felt weird that S-word didn’t have a Christmas service of our own. I mean how weird can it be? No Xmas service for a church? It’s like… eating ice cream with chopsticks. Haha ok that was the first analogy that popped into my mind.

But anyway, Ivy invited me back to West Side Anglican for xmas service. Wayne came back from Taiwan! Haven’t seen him in such a while. Haha he’s still the same ole Wayne. Chirpy and ever ready to flash his megawatt smile. He sang his Dou Jiang You Tiao and two other mandarin song. Fame hasn’t changed JJ Lin Junjie one bit. Help so happy to be back. The other performances were great. Everyone were involved. The toddlers from Sunday school. The teens. The young working adults. That should be the way right? Going to church week in and week out seeing the same bunch of ppl on stage is plain wrong. Oh well. Shouldn’t complain. Not until I have “better ideas” to change stuff.

Shall cont to work towards my “I have a dream…” moment.

Felt kinda old, all the younger sisters/brothers of friends I know have already grown up. Haha. Gosh. Has it been so long? Now that I think abt it, it almost five years since I’ve known Ivy. OH MY GOODNESS!!! FIVE years!!!

Felt really good to go visit them. Plus the fact that people recognizes you and get all excited and scream after so long topped it off. So nice to see people like JJ, Arlene, Ivy, Tina, Shuhei, Andrew and Sabrina. Kinda missed having them around all of the sudden.

Boxing Day.

We had thanks giving service. Which was dreary but thanks giving lunch was excellent! Ok so it wasn’t really thanks giving lunch. More of a get together lunch. Almost everyone was there. Even Gabriel came. Sandra! We missed ya! Haha. Dan actually wanted 11 people to TRY squeezing into his seven seater MPV. Haha. Liz, Dinglai, Esther and I shared a cab down to Holland V instead.

Went ahead first to cold storage to get roast chicken. Got a log cake too. Haha, half price for boxing day. Bought a small tray of chocs for Sheila. Haha, I repeat Sheila, mike has NO hand in ur increasing waist length. Haha, the choc has NOTHING to do with it. Hope u liked them.

Went to look for her in the boutique she worked in. it’s above Harry’s, “Antipodean” I think. Things there are CCCCRRRAAAAAZZZIIIIEEEEE. Have you seen the price? OH. MY. GAWD. A threadbare t-shirt with holes (not designer holes mind you… it looked worn and got-caught-in-a- prickly-bush kind of holes) in them, and guess what? 90 +++ dollars. It’s crazy I tell u. the jeans? Oh boy. 400 +++ I think there was a pair going for 450+. Shit man. I felt…. Restricted inside. Stifled. It’s like… tear and soil anything and that’s it! Grass for a month. Muahahah. Heh. Some of the stuff I’ll really like to see on a lady. Wonder what’s going to hold them up. Plus, most of them give the words "SHEER" and "TRANSLUCENT" a damn good run for their money.

*in a small voice* Are you getting me the book Sheila? Huh? Are you? *nudge nudge*

Went on to Terry’s studio. It was great fun. Funky place. Chip Bee. Plus 50 points to the air of professionalism already. Haha. Had great fun there. Finally had the chance to pass him the girl’s photos. Sorry ladies. Busy lah. Had pizza, popiah, roast chicken and Indian fried rice (that was a first, but it’s good). The gift exchange was excellent! So fun. It’s like war man. Shall intro it to further gift exchanges. U get to pick ur gift (in a way) and if u like other’s, u can take theirs from them (in a way). Oh man that was the first gift exchange that I had to plot and use my brain! Great fun!

Passed Vania her pressie. “The return of bunny suicides” it’s damn cute, comic strips of a bunny that tries different ways and means of killing itself. Entertaining.

Queer.

I can’t help but feel weird over how Ivy introduced Denny. Denny’s Wayne’s(the singer) cousin. So she went “this is Wayne’s cousin, Denny.” Why? I know it happens a lot when the ppl the introductee is affiliated to is famous… but still? That guy has a name! Haha, why do ppl have to introduce the person who’s not even there first? Why do ppl have to mention the “connection” first?

Dun you think it’ll be damn weird and hilarious if I went,

“Hi! I’m my father’s son, Mike.”

Hmmmm…

Sneaks.

Ok I haveta go. shall post more the next time round abt my 2004, wat I feel abt the tsunami and how I ushered in the new year. Boy, that was fun. Haha. Till then take care. Adios! *Waves