Awesome day. Woke up to a sulking dog staring down at me. Apparently the little brat's not too pleased at my lack of attention to her lately, what with me sleeping away most of the past few days. She all but sat down on my face in an effort to rouse me. No sense of personal boundaries, this spoilt princess of mine.
Shortly after, my stomach joined in the protest against me as well. It's been a few hours since I woke up. I've been running for the toilet every half hour since. There's nothing left to purge but water. My stomach's still not gotten the hint. Bloody hell.
All that on top of the throbbing migraine informing me that I've probably not slept enough. And who can forget the gigantic reminder of stress sprouting out of my chin?
Today is going to be a very cranky day. Tempted to head back to bed, considering how nice and rainy the weather's been.
Saturday 31 July 2010
Thursday 29 July 2010
Emerald
My life, of late, has been an abstract fragmented montage of collages.
It feels like a time-warp five years back, a time of almost manic uneasy excitement and childish certainty juxtaposed with another hazy dream-like impossible situation.
Purple neon light, poison on a lover's lips, golden skin and golden eyes, flickering shadows, murmured gibberish, fragrant smoke as the lines of text start to shift, delirious exhilaration, snatches of conversation, Macca's, hysterical screaming, the smoky flavour of whisky, the warmth of your skin, your pets I grew to love, the things I left behind, burning bridges, saying goodbye, genuine laughter, a companionable silence, your hands on my back, bright lights that never existed blinding me, tears wetting your shoulder, getting lost in a temporary euphoria I was never sure I wanted... nothing makes real sense anymore.
Nothing feels real anymore.
In another month or two, I think I'll probably find out that I was right all this while, and nothing was real after all, just a little more than half a year's worth of dreaming.
It wasn't half bad for a midsummer's night folly.
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Resume post later - spent the night reading a copy of The Count of Monte Cristo that I picked up at a barbeque, am now nursing a bit of a throbbing migraine and the conviction that vengeance is a fucking waste of time and happiness.
It feels like a time-warp five years back, a time of almost manic uneasy excitement and childish certainty juxtaposed with another hazy dream-like impossible situation.
Purple neon light, poison on a lover's lips, golden skin and golden eyes, flickering shadows, murmured gibberish, fragrant smoke as the lines of text start to shift, delirious exhilaration, snatches of conversation, Macca's, hysterical screaming, the smoky flavour of whisky, the warmth of your skin, your pets I grew to love, the things I left behind, burning bridges, saying goodbye, genuine laughter, a companionable silence, your hands on my back, bright lights that never existed blinding me, tears wetting your shoulder, getting lost in a temporary euphoria I was never sure I wanted... nothing makes real sense anymore.
Nothing feels real anymore.
In another month or two, I think I'll probably find out that I was right all this while, and nothing was real after all, just a little more than half a year's worth of dreaming.
It wasn't half bad for a midsummer's night folly.
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Resume post later - spent the night reading a copy of The Count of Monte Cristo that I picked up at a barbeque, am now nursing a bit of a throbbing migraine and the conviction that vengeance is a fucking waste of time and happiness.
Wednesday 28 July 2010
Feather
Blog temporarily closed for a day because I was, and still am fucking busy with certain arrangements I've to make, and all this dramarama is just becoming a bloody irritating chore, especially with a certain unhygienic individual seeing the need to jump onto the band-wagon and all... once a mouthy nosy-parker, always a terrible gossip, I guess.
I've taken down a certain post on a couple of psychotic individuals, because I keep forgetting that this was supposed to be a happy blog for my nearest and dearest, and that all angry rants have been designated to another domain. So yeah, moved that elsewhere, and will continue modifying content here until I'm satisfied that this remains a more positive site than it has become lately. Either that or I merge content on this one with the old one, and activate viewing permissions once I'm done with all of that. We'll see how it goes.
However, my stance regarding my personal safety still stands, so I'll leave that one as it is.
Thank you, G, for the kind offer of sanctuary, and reminding me that as comparatively innocuous my lash-outs are, it is this rage that caused so much self-destruction in the first place. You're right, as usual, on a lot of things, if not all.
So we move on to more cheerful matters, and leave the crazies to stew in their own anger. I'll leave this video here as a memento of all that madness though, heh heh...
Am gonna dash out now. Feeling so much better now that food-poisoning's gone, and I'm eating again. And I'm no longer aching all over - the masseur I got on Sunday managed to ease most of my muscular and joint pain. Even my spine feels pretty good now - woke up early this morning, stretched, and felt each and every vertebrae snap comfortably into place without any soreness at all.
Who knew Ruby actually had such awesome masseurs? So worth my RM70. Thanks Jo, for the recommendation!
I've taken down a certain post on a couple of psychotic individuals, because I keep forgetting that this was supposed to be a happy blog for my nearest and dearest, and that all angry rants have been designated to another domain. So yeah, moved that elsewhere, and will continue modifying content here until I'm satisfied that this remains a more positive site than it has become lately. Either that or I merge content on this one with the old one, and activate viewing permissions once I'm done with all of that. We'll see how it goes.
However, my stance regarding my personal safety still stands, so I'll leave that one as it is.
Thank you, G, for the kind offer of sanctuary, and reminding me that as comparatively innocuous my lash-outs are, it is this rage that caused so much self-destruction in the first place. You're right, as usual, on a lot of things, if not all.
So we move on to more cheerful matters, and leave the crazies to stew in their own anger. I'll leave this video here as a memento of all that madness though, heh heh...
Am gonna dash out now. Feeling so much better now that food-poisoning's gone, and I'm eating again. And I'm no longer aching all over - the masseur I got on Sunday managed to ease most of my muscular and joint pain. Even my spine feels pretty good now - woke up early this morning, stretched, and felt each and every vertebrae snap comfortably into place without any soreness at all.
Who knew Ruby actually had such awesome masseurs? So worth my RM70. Thanks Jo, for the recommendation!
Tuesday 27 July 2010
Note
Oh yeah, been so caught up with recent events that I forgot to add that my previous blog's not been deleted, just moved to another domain and protected.
This one here's just for the benefit of certain mentally-imbalanced individuals, if you know what I mean.
Please do email me at iwene.irene.iwene@gmail.com for the URL and viewing permissions. I'll only be able to approve those I actually know though, as a precaution. My apologies to all for that. As for Twitter, I won't be approving anyone anytime soon.
Thanks for your patience and sorry for the inconvenience!
This one here's just for the benefit of certain mentally-imbalanced individuals, if you know what I mean.
Please do email me at iwene.irene.iwene@gmail.com for the URL and viewing permissions. I'll only be able to approve those I actually know though, as a precaution. My apologies to all for that. As for Twitter, I won't be approving anyone anytime soon.
Thanks for your patience and sorry for the inconvenience!
Moo
I wonder how it'd be like, watching this video on acid. Or 'shrooms. I've a feeling it won't really be all that pleasant, once the gigantic cow-tarantula thing makes an appearance. The head-banging bovine bit did crack me up though hahahaha.
Credited to ShaolinTiger via Twitter - just had to post this one up after I'd watched it a couple of times and still felt alternately weirded out and bemused.
Speedy Weight-Loss Solution
Ill the entirety of Sunday and Monday with food poisoning, of all things. I'd advise anyone who's planning to dine at Sarakraf's Courtyard to avoid the place at all costs. Or at least not order the oysters, unless nausea, diarrhoea and generally feeling like crap's actually your cuppa. Or, like the post title suggests, you're looking for a palatable solution to losing weight fast.
Can't believe I actually wasted all Monday sleeping off the misery of a churning stomach. Was so sick that I couldn't even keep any drinks down, much less eat, making the last meal I actually had without spewing up was the one on Saturday evening that got me into this predicament in the first place.
That said, though, it was the best sleep I've had since last week, especially after popping a cocktail of Ibuprofen, anti-nausea and anti-diarrhoea pills. Heh heh. Once a pill-head, always a pill-head.
Must catch up with a lot of things today, and start working on straightening some pesky little matters out.
In the meantime - lunch! I think I'll be able to eat something today, and the chicken soup on the table looks pretty appetizing.
Can't believe I actually wasted all Monday sleeping off the misery of a churning stomach. Was so sick that I couldn't even keep any drinks down, much less eat, making the last meal I actually had without spewing up was the one on Saturday evening that got me into this predicament in the first place.
That said, though, it was the best sleep I've had since last week, especially after popping a cocktail of Ibuprofen, anti-nausea and anti-diarrhoea pills. Heh heh. Once a pill-head, always a pill-head.
Must catch up with a lot of things today, and start working on straightening some pesky little matters out.
In the meantime - lunch! I think I'll be able to eat something today, and the chicken soup on the table looks pretty appetizing.
Monday 26 July 2010
Reality
This has been a year of many, many farewells.
Time to brace for another one.
You'd think I'd be used to it by now, and the fact is, as blase as I am towards all of this, I can't help but feel a tinge of sadness.
Ah well. Life goes on, always.
Time to brace for another one.
You'd think I'd be used to it by now, and the fact is, as blase as I am towards all of this, I can't help but feel a tinge of sadness.
Ah well. Life goes on, always.
Statement
Hmm. I reckon I'll say this just once, here, to get the message across:
Please stop with the slander, the thieving, the assault, the stalking, the harassment, and the threats to either my friends, or I.
Or I will leave it to the authorities to pursue. And unlike him, I seem to be fresh out of the compassion and concessions that have allowed you to do all that shit one time too many. I might have allowed you to attack me with barely any retaliation, but it does not mean that I am going to meekly take the things you have done so far. And I WILL take the appropriate (and lawful) actions to protect myself and my friends from any more repeat incidents. Nobody needs that madness.
Try justifying to the court of law your actions with your insecurities and your rage. After all you self-incriminating things you have done, we shall see if that is acceptable - especially in the face of multiple witnesses, IP logs, footage, and pictures.
This is not a bluff, or a threat. I have no qualms anymore in ensuring the safety and sanity of myself and those around me. Especially since you have involved me in this.
Thank you for reading.
Please stop with the slander, the thieving, the assault, the stalking, the harassment, and the threats to either my friends, or I.
Or I will leave it to the authorities to pursue. And unlike him, I seem to be fresh out of the compassion and concessions that have allowed you to do all that shit one time too many. I might have allowed you to attack me with barely any retaliation, but it does not mean that I am going to meekly take the things you have done so far. And I WILL take the appropriate (and lawful) actions to protect myself and my friends from any more repeat incidents. Nobody needs that madness.
Try justifying to the court of law your actions with your insecurities and your rage. After all you self-incriminating things you have done, we shall see if that is acceptable - especially in the face of multiple witnesses, IP logs, footage, and pictures.
This is not a bluff, or a threat. I have no qualms anymore in ensuring the safety and sanity of myself and those around me. Especially since you have involved me in this.
Thank you for reading.
Friday 23 July 2010
Teapees
Had another run-in with two psychotic females last night. Can't say it was fun, but at the very least it was interesting, if a tad disturbing.
We'll call crazy cunt #1 Tee, and crazy cunt #2 Pee, for the sake of convenience here aye? Alright, story time. See, this individual we have designated the name Tee to instigated a goddamn stupid fight with me like two, three weeks ago, and got a hearty slap back in the face for just being a stupid, vindictive, spiteful bitch trying to pick a fight for no fucking reason aside from having a screw loose in the head.
For those who've seen her and are doubtful that such a (questionably) sweet-looking li'l thing's just plain mentally imbalanced... Well, this one has a penchant for getting knocked up in order to entrap men into staying with and hopefully, marrying her (true story, same shit's happened with a few unfortunate idiots - plan major phail it seems, considering she's not hearing them wedding bells yet, boo hoo hoo). Apparently life's all about tying down a man and getting hitched. And that after making quite the reputation for herself at a certain university for being quite the wanton whore (first time I saw her, someone casually said, "Oh that one, percuma to everyone one."). Sheer genius mentality.
So last night, Pee (very apt name for this one, methinks), who happens to be Tee's more screwed-up-in-the-head Muslim sister (not that I've a bone against the religion, but converting and then acting contrary to religious teachings is just fucking lame), confronted me despite me not feeling particularly in the mood for more shit from these nutsos. Tried to just walk away, but she attempted the infantile hair-yanking bullshit. Very, very ladylike. Nice.
Later on, after sending a friend home, guess who shows up at said friend's residence? No prizes for getting this one right. The crazy duo strikes! They do the hysterical ballistic female thing, and then proceed on to sheer violence on everyone present - blood was everywhere, and at one point Tee had to be dragged out, screaming and kicking and flailing on the floor like a spoilt child that mummy didn't want to give sweeties to. While Pee alternated between giving the evil eye and attempting to inflict grievous bodily harm on all at the same time. To cut a long, painful story short, the police and residence guards had to be called in order to vacate those mad, mad women.
Edit: Hmm. Just remembered something. Just to illustrate how seriously fucked up things were, watch this video - probably the best reproduction of Tee's I-am-crazy-spoilt-brat act:
Imagine that kid. But female. And one in her mid-twenties. With an equally fucked-up accomplice attacking everyone in a remarkable impression of a dog with rabies. Yeap. You probably get the picture now. Very pretty sight, no?
I thought I was a little mental, these crazies put me to shame, LOL. You guys want a trophy for that?
And there I was, pitying these two. Figured a shitty upbringing and/or life circumstances made them the way they are. Apparently that's misplaced sympathy. One's cuckoo and the other's just a fucking waste of oxygen. Their parents must be so proud of them, being this way.
Come think of it, all that shit would be really hilarious, bar all the physical damage. Escorted out by irate policemen and security guards... after the whole clawing, howling cat act and the screaming on floor scene. Where's your fucking dignity, you bloody idiots? Fucking disgrace to the fairer sex.
Oh, and rather ironically, teapees just happens to be American slang for toilet paper. A pretty suitable term, if you think about it. But not the nice clean indispensable stuff you gladly praise heaven for when you realise your toilet's well-stocked with them - more like the crap-covered used papers that nobody will touch with a ten-foot pole, sewage guy aside.
You two should just go play in traffic, you dumb cunts. What a way to show the world that you both are just fucking psychos.
..
We'll call crazy cunt #1 Tee, and crazy cunt #2 Pee, for the sake of convenience here aye? Alright, story time. See, this individual we have designated the name Tee to instigated a goddamn stupid fight with me like two, three weeks ago, and got a hearty slap back in the face for just being a stupid, vindictive, spiteful bitch trying to pick a fight for no fucking reason aside from having a screw loose in the head.
For those who've seen her and are doubtful that such a (questionably) sweet-looking li'l thing's just plain mentally imbalanced... Well, this one has a penchant for getting knocked up in order to entrap men into staying with and hopefully, marrying her (true story, same shit's happened with a few unfortunate idiots - plan major phail it seems, considering she's not hearing them wedding bells yet, boo hoo hoo). Apparently life's all about tying down a man and getting hitched. And that after making quite the reputation for herself at a certain university for being quite the wanton whore (first time I saw her, someone casually said, "Oh that one, percuma to everyone one."). Sheer genius mentality.
So last night, Pee (very apt name for this one, methinks), who happens to be Tee's more screwed-up-in-the-head Muslim sister (not that I've a bone against the religion, but converting and then acting contrary to religious teachings is just fucking lame), confronted me despite me not feeling particularly in the mood for more shit from these nutsos. Tried to just walk away, but she attempted the infantile hair-yanking bullshit. Very, very ladylike. Nice.
Later on, after sending a friend home, guess who shows up at said friend's residence? No prizes for getting this one right. The crazy duo strikes! They do the hysterical ballistic female thing, and then proceed on to sheer violence on everyone present - blood was everywhere, and at one point Tee had to be dragged out, screaming and kicking and flailing on the floor like a spoilt child that mummy didn't want to give sweeties to. While Pee alternated between giving the evil eye and attempting to inflict grievous bodily harm on all at the same time. To cut a long, painful story short, the police and residence guards had to be called in order to vacate those mad, mad women.
Edit: Hmm. Just remembered something. Just to illustrate how seriously fucked up things were, watch this video - probably the best reproduction of Tee's I-am-crazy-spoilt-brat act:
Imagine that kid. But female. And one in her mid-twenties. With an equally fucked-up accomplice attacking everyone in a remarkable impression of a dog with rabies. Yeap. You probably get the picture now. Very pretty sight, no?
I thought I was a little mental, these crazies put me to shame, LOL. You guys want a trophy for that?
And there I was, pitying these two. Figured a shitty upbringing and/or life circumstances made them the way they are. Apparently that's misplaced sympathy. One's cuckoo and the other's just a fucking waste of oxygen. Their parents must be so proud of them, being this way.
Come think of it, all that shit would be really hilarious, bar all the physical damage. Escorted out by irate policemen and security guards... after the whole clawing, howling cat act and the screaming on floor scene. Where's your fucking dignity, you bloody idiots? Fucking disgrace to the fairer sex.
Oh, and rather ironically, teapees just happens to be American slang for toilet paper. A pretty suitable term, if you think about it. But not the nice clean indispensable stuff you gladly praise heaven for when you realise your toilet's well-stocked with them - more like the crap-covered used papers that nobody will touch with a ten-foot pole, sewage guy aside.
You two should just go play in traffic, you dumb cunts. What a way to show the world that you both are just fucking psychos.
..
Wednesday 21 July 2010
Useless Split-Second Reflexes
Took a bad fall yesterday. Slipped on wet floor while holding a mug. Instinctively cradled the mug to prevent it from shattering, instead of chucking it aside so I could use both arms to steady myself or grab hold of something to catch my balance.
Bawled my eyes out for a good half hour because it hurt like hell and it was just a shitty conclusion to an already bad day (woke up with bad allergies; a friend's pet, one of the sweetest dogs I know, passed away suddenly; had to wait forty-five minutes for a wound inspection, just to have the doctor do a completely shit job of dressing it).
Until I remembered my last remaining Reese's peanut butter cup of a pack of eight that the skinny sent me. Dried my tears and hobbled off in search of it. And then took my sweet time (pun unintended) savouring it. So much happier after!
For illustration purposes only - got the pack of eight snack-sized ones, but well, you get the point...
However today I am stiff as fuck all over, and wondering why I even bothered with that ugly mug that was a freebie item a shitty ex gave me and I never even really liked. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
In other news I've deactivated my Facebook account. Got kinda fed up of seeing the mindless menial updates (it gets that way if you have Facebook friends who can do multiple updates about the same stupid attention-seeking shit for two days in a row) and the meaningless social commentaries, and am in one of my anti-social moods at the moment, so just got rid of that shit when I finally had access to a computer, on Sunday.
The liberation! Although I think I'll be back on it soon enough, especially now I'm aching like hell and mostly bed-bound with nothing better to do.
Bawled my eyes out for a good half hour because it hurt like hell and it was just a shitty conclusion to an already bad day (woke up with bad allergies; a friend's pet, one of the sweetest dogs I know, passed away suddenly; had to wait forty-five minutes for a wound inspection, just to have the doctor do a completely shit job of dressing it).
Until I remembered my last remaining Reese's peanut butter cup of a pack of eight that the skinny sent me. Dried my tears and hobbled off in search of it. And then took my sweet time (pun unintended) savouring it. So much happier after!
For illustration purposes only - got the pack of eight snack-sized ones, but well, you get the point...However today I am stiff as fuck all over, and wondering why I even bothered with that ugly mug that was a freebie item a shitty ex gave me and I never even really liked. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
In other news I've deactivated my Facebook account. Got kinda fed up of seeing the mindless menial updates (it gets that way if you have Facebook friends who can do multiple updates about the same stupid attention-seeking shit for two days in a row) and the meaningless social commentaries, and am in one of my anti-social moods at the moment, so just got rid of that shit when I finally had access to a computer, on Sunday.
The liberation! Although I think I'll be back on it soon enough, especially now I'm aching like hell and mostly bed-bound with nothing better to do.
Sunday 18 July 2010
No Apt Post Title
Just because I smile and laugh doesn't mean I'm not a little fucked up inside.
I'm pulling another Houdini this week. It'll be nice to fly off to somewhere for another holiday. Or just seek sanctuary somewhere solitary.
I'd love some me-time for once - all that company's fine and dandy, but too exhausting to keep up for too long.
I'm pulling another Houdini this week. It'll be nice to fly off to somewhere for another holiday. Or just seek sanctuary somewhere solitary.
I'd love some me-time for once - all that company's fine and dandy, but too exhausting to keep up for too long.
Tuesday 13 July 2010
TMI If Only You Knew
This is gonna sound cryptic as hell but I need a place to dump some suggestions and I'm just lazy to write it down and Blogger just happens to be open on my browser.
- Put it back in
- Sun it
- Vinegar soak
- Boil in vinegar
- Soak in baking soda solution
- Clean with baking soda paste
- Store with baking soda
- Wrap in newspapers
- Tea tree oil with water
- Store with charcoal
- Store with tea tree oil soaked cotton balls
- Wash with hydrogen peroxide
- Just store it
- Wash with mild soap
- Soak in soapy water
- Clean with rubbing alcohol
- Scrub with toothpaste
Ah Feel Loike Dancing!
Despite the exhaustion from RWMF yesterday, I'm feeling fucking hyper today.
HAPPY HAPPY DAY! I think. Never mind, I just wanna dance on a serotonin high feeling the bass on my skin and the blood throbbing through my veins and the exhilarating taste of adrenaline in my mouth.
Here's something very random by Lykke Li:
Didn't realise they had a dubstep remix. It's kinda growing on me. Awesome!
Another one by the same chick:
Never let a chick with severe manic-depression introduce music to you LOL.
When everybody is dancing
I don't want to
when everybody is joking
I don't want to
when everybody is laughing
I dont want
everybody but me
when everybody is drinking
I don't want to
when everybody is smoking
I don't need more
when everybody is fooling
I don't want to
everybody but me
Here's a good reason as any other for the lack of sobriety =P
Also decided to include my favourite track by The Bloody Beetroots:
Can anyone figure out the lyrics though? Sounds rather garbled, and nothing like the lyrics of the original song.
And it's almost 5am but this song's keeping me bopping along happily:
Guess it's about time to go to sleep.
Not generally one of those people who post shitloads of Youtube videos, but am currently in the sort of mood for music =)
HAPPY HAPPY DAY! I think. Never mind, I just wanna dance on a serotonin high feeling the bass on my skin and the blood throbbing through my veins and the exhilarating taste of adrenaline in my mouth.
Here's something very random by Lykke Li:
Didn't realise they had a dubstep remix. It's kinda growing on me. Awesome!
Another one by the same chick:
Never let a chick with severe manic-depression introduce music to you LOL.
When everybody is dancing
I don't want to
when everybody is joking
I don't want to
when everybody is laughing
I dont want
everybody but me
when everybody is drinking
I don't want to
when everybody is smoking
I don't need more
when everybody is fooling
I don't want to
everybody but me
Here's a good reason as any other for the lack of sobriety =P
Also decided to include my favourite track by The Bloody Beetroots:
Can anyone figure out the lyrics though? Sounds rather garbled, and nothing like the lyrics of the original song.
And it's almost 5am but this song's keeping me bopping along happily:
Guess it's about time to go to sleep.
Not generally one of those people who post shitloads of Youtube videos, but am currently in the sort of mood for music =)
Monday 12 July 2010
Yabba Dabba Doo
Heh. Guess who's back?
Blog's been removed for various reasons I'll not elaborate too much on. One word says it all - MADNESS!
So much foolish dramarama from psychotic delusional individuals. I'm attracting plenty of those it seems, especially of late. Meh. Females in general don't really impress me sometimes. Come think about it, PEOPLE in general just don't inspire much but disdain, to be honest, but some of them seem to grate on my sensibilities more than others.
It's just fucking annoying that what I write here ends up misconstrued - but ah well, I guess stupidity can't be helped sometimes.
*shrug*
I'm just gonna sleep this off, and pretend it was all a highly stupid nightmare that extended over the entire weekend. Blog will have to remain boring and empty for awhile because what's more sickening than having idiots read it is idiots suffering such a overblown case of narcissist complex that they begin to imagine that anything here is actually somehow ABOUT them and their miserable lives. So now I'll comply for a bit and dedicate a line or two to said individuals. Happy now?
Sorry skinny, we'll have to start over with postings to keep you updated all over again. So here we are, starting from square one, after one too many blog-removals. Come back soon and I treat you to some good laksa lah, alright?
What a bloody pain in the arse - knowing myself I'd probably get all OCD about blog customization again. This one kinda sucks balls.
On a separate note, Rainforest Festival was a blast! Best I've had in years... with great company and great music and a shitload of mud I've not managed to completely remove from my clothes yet.
Maybe this might just rekindle an interest in going for it again... =D
Blog's been removed for various reasons I'll not elaborate too much on. One word says it all - MADNESS!
So much foolish dramarama from psychotic delusional individuals. I'm attracting plenty of those it seems, especially of late. Meh. Females in general don't really impress me sometimes. Come think about it, PEOPLE in general just don't inspire much but disdain, to be honest, but some of them seem to grate on my sensibilities more than others.
It's just fucking annoying that what I write here ends up misconstrued - but ah well, I guess stupidity can't be helped sometimes.
*shrug*
I'm just gonna sleep this off, and pretend it was all a highly stupid nightmare that extended over the entire weekend. Blog will have to remain boring and empty for awhile because what's more sickening than having idiots read it is idiots suffering such a overblown case of narcissist complex that they begin to imagine that anything here is actually somehow ABOUT them and their miserable lives. So now I'll comply for a bit and dedicate a line or two to said individuals. Happy now?
Sorry skinny, we'll have to start over with postings to keep you updated all over again. So here we are, starting from square one, after one too many blog-removals. Come back soon and I treat you to some good laksa lah, alright?
What a bloody pain in the arse - knowing myself I'd probably get all OCD about blog customization again. This one kinda sucks balls.
On a separate note, Rainforest Festival was a blast! Best I've had in years... with great company and great music and a shitload of mud I've not managed to completely remove from my clothes yet.
Maybe this might just rekindle an interest in going for it again... =D
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