Last week, my gong gong and step grandmother headed t msia, leaving the dog + the car w us. :D I had fun with both. I've never been a dog person, but she changed me! Now we're getting a Cocker Spaniel this week.
Hair cuts and near misses
Was spsd t cut my hair on tues but as I was late they decided, after 2 false alarms, to cancel my appointment. We went t eat and chill, Nick happy tht his hair was cut, Gwen unhappy that his hair was cut, and I dismayed that my hair still remained a lion's mane.
Gwen said "lemme do the 'adri' pose" :/
I was so despairing that Gwen offered to cut her hair along with me on thursday at Next. the massage was so good, I could have married the girl on the spot. So my hair stylist wasnt as cute as hers, but hey, he's like edward scissorhands. And he looks super obssessed w hair (in a good way). Imma happy.
Listen well will you marry me? Are you well in the suffering? shades of grey are all that remain. I'll tell you my cigarette analogy if you would only ask. If you would only ask.
Brown paper packages and little mermaid stickers. Take it back to old school, when I was still a girl.
Sneaks Ivan span at the opening of the AF1 gallery opp kandi bar and got paid in merchandise. He's deciding to sell, since trainers are not his thang. soo....
Nike 5.0V2 PREMIUM trainers for sale. Condition: Spankin' ass brand new. US size 10, UK size 9's.
Comes with box (if you want it). Genuine leather.
Email Ivan with bids/queries at ivanchia@gmail.com
Friday at MoS fr Nick's 18th. moet + tiger + bacardi151 (courtesy of me) + a Graveyard (courtesy of Ivan)= a veryveryyy high Nick. :D party like a slut, darlin'. Free entry, free drinks. It can't get better.
Headed back fr some Ngee Ann loving, Nick gigged like a f*cking rockstar, koflow was a w e s o m e and electrico was sex on stage. took a photo w koflow, Gwen & I giggling like majasauruses. and this is the course tht Im semi-interested in. How pathetically boring.
Sunday headed t Holland w Ter. Considered a pair o 360 quid Gucci shades. Ended up buying a pair o $2 old sch pair fr the flea market across the rd. Damn straight. :D
Chris and I decided on an makeshift picnic fr lunch today. Lunch itself wasnt fulfilling, but everything else was immensely so. Sitting in the grass beneath a tree surrounded by HDB's eating mamashop bought instant noodles and currypuffs and puffing away. :)
What interested Balabanoba was building complicated French machines. designed to better enjoy the duchess, and she him. He helps her in the stirrups then he straps himself in they spend their days in heights of ecstasy. but wait why then does she look so sad? Why is her countenance so glum? Does she tire of mechanical hands or is she pining for the fair Prince of Plum?
your mixtape on repeat Sarah and I were talking abt dick sizes, yes boys it actually DOES matter how big your equpiment is, and I came up with catagories. I was saying tht T**'s dick was TINY, like one o those baby bananas and I would like an APE that can own the banana anytime. ;) here's Sarah's reply to that.
tank girl says: moby. : )
tank girl says: that's j***'s pEEEEEEEnises name
tank girl says: cos j*** got MOBY DICK
tank girl says: shiok. i loves it
tank girl says: HAHAHAH it blows water out its hole at the top of its head when he's happy
forgive the spelling errors this morning, im in a glen duncan rambly mood. the devil would indeed be laughing at me. almost as hard as i was laughing last night. (and trust me that was beyond laughing).
when i woke at 6, 2 hours after crashing into bed dead drunk, i could have sworn that i was still hammered. Btw, when ppl say they got hammered, smashed, or wasted it really should describe the delayed AFTER effects of a night of copious alcohol consumption, not the process/direct end result of inebriation(ie puking and passing out). like "I got smashed last night" should be wrong, it should be "I drunk and im smashed now". does that make sense? in my adled mind, it does. anyway, i woke at 6, self-medicated, and tried to ignore the pounding in my head and queesiness in my stomach and go back t slp. managed t wake up at 8.15, at the shrill cry of my third and last alarm set on my phone, not by choice i assure you. if i had a choice i would be sleeping this off. but NO, im actually at work.
in the cab to work (im in at 9 which is ONLY half an hr late) i was making up names for my hangover. See i dont normally get hangovers, so im trying to enjoy the process. like really soak it all up. that of course didnt stop me from putting 3 different types of pills in my stomach to try to ease the process somewhat. I digress, back to the names, i was thinking "the hangover of all hangovers", or "the mother(fuckaaa) of all hangovers". then i started on the LOTR tangent and went into "the hangover to rule them all" or "the hangover from hell" <-- i know, i KNOW. i started GIGGLING to myself in the cab, simultaneously thinking "crikey mate! ive lost it. you know you've lost it when you start making puns in year head and then giggling. and what the fuck am i doing TALKING to myself in third person?"
also in the cab, everything was bathed in a golden light as i climbed up the ECP. it was beautiful. but i could so have done the MTV kinnda cut to closeup of pained expression on face, freeze frame, when the thought struck me "champagne washed" to describe the early morning light. oh gadddd. 2 bottles of bubbly in 3 days.
my eyes are bloodshot, my stomach could compete with cirque du soleil acrobats, and my head... well lets jst say the sound of my typing is way too loud. people should have t-shirts made for this type of mornings. you know like "so hungover i could kiss my own ass".
oh and the panadol extra precautions say "... If you have any liver or kidney problem, please consult your doctor before...". Damn right i have a liver problem. how bout being saturated with alcohol and failing?
aeii, i bet you've never seen such a long post about a hangover. its such a FULLSTOP to an amazing night. one of the top three Best Nights Ever. 1 Rochester closes at one, but cos we're like so like special (im kidding btw, if you cant tell. ha-ha) we stayed till 0345. time to try t put some solids into my stomach t ground it. hopefully it doesnt come up the way it went down. love.
pancakes for one i crave colour. i want to paint my room in bold PINK stipes. will someone buy me a HUGE blue birdcage? I'll hang a large red heart inside. (Opaque or translucent, THAT is the question)
do you really actually WANT to know how i spent my new years? half at a sardine nightclub, half singing durges in a park (kentridge) with guitar accompanyment. there, ive told you.
please pardon the random ramblings, I am half-alive at most(at MOST).
so i shirked out, and we skipped town to set ourselves on fire. and i've figured it out (thanks to joel and his 80's pop), we are part-time lovers.
Adriana. says: cats are loved more because o tht. they play hard t get
TylerDurden says: yeap thats probebly the reason i like dogs more than cats.... see i like to be loved all the time
Adriana. says: hahahhaa i like to be loved sometimes and none at all at others
TylerDurden says: simply put u need your space at times...
Adriana. says: i need t be left to stew in bitterness and regret, hate and anger and then i'll be your sunshine and clouds and everything proud once again
TylerDurden says: like bask in the negetivity for abit , smoke a pack ...go to sleep drunk . and then wake up and smell the fresh roses...haha .... man problematic sia...
Adriana. says: o cmon, thats life mine at least
indeed, you dont say?
please, a white bicycle, a black window, and a blood-red rose.
if you look back, you'll see. that you were supposed to get a rose for me. but you don't bring me flowers, and the cupboards are bursting from them, but im still waiting for yours. come over, come over, my black beauty.
its out with the emotional baggage and in to the new year with a clean (kinnda) slate. in any case, im resolute to be more effective come 2007. more punctual and less conflicted. Cheers to that!
I've met many people this year, some who touched me and some who touched me. All have been a blast. Cheers to new friends!
And this year has been a hugely tumultuous period, and for the people who stood by and loved me, thank you. Cheers to old friends!
Here's to a few special people that changed the course of my life, for better or worse (in alphabetical order):
A: Thank you for being the last man standing, besides me. I still owe you jugs, remind me come '07. and i know you are a man of your word, and im not forgetting that promise. oh, and Semper Fi.
D: I love you. The issues that we deny we have, maybe we should face. Let's trip. I never want to lose you. When I said I would give it all up for you, I meant it (although I was a mabok bapok at that point). Here's to finding you, a gem in my otherwise yellow world.
E: I toast to you tonight, for being there during the most trying times. for taking a pen knife out and wanting to defend me so badly. for sitting with me ourside UE and listening to my madness. for all the times we drank and cried, fought and died. and still revived.I wish you happiness. To you, with love.
G: We are akin. Health and Happiness I wish for you. And we need to learn that alcohol doesnt solve anything (it just makes things better for a while). "I need to get wasted tonight Adri". Darling, when do we not need it? You can count on me.
J: I just want you to know that it would have been the best. I wish I could have saved you from yourself. Tonight I toast to your peace and passion. may you be the man I know you can be.
K: For providing a haven from the crazy world outside. "It's complicated" indeed. I want you to know, if she ever feels that way for you, run to her and don't look back. And its true, you'll never find a girl like me. For the many suppers, pick-ups, and drop-offs, thank you. Love.
L: Let's get better. I've heard that I care about you alot, and darling you know its true. I wish for you contentment. Whether you are near or far, you can count on me for a cry when yer down, a drink when yer up, and stingray when we're feeling fat. To us, and our love. A decade and more, bottoms up.
SA: I know we havent talked much this year, and msn conversations are sadly lacking in substance. I know im bringing emo back, but will you come with me and be sexy back? You are more, and I will be more for you.
S: For loving me all the way, and always bringing me back down, I love you. 3 years and counting. Sorry about the fireworks. We'll take a boatride and see them next year. you're still simple in the purest form, to me.
T: You will always come first. Please don't hold on to this dying star. I implore you to hold my hand and walk into the new year with me. I know you'll never hold me back, but please, lets get better together. I will always love you. I'll never leave, but Im moving on. Come with me?
oh god dammit, i think ive lost it. Christmas Eve was supposed to be simple, but in the end the well planned supper didnt happen, but dinner&drinks w the patriach, clubbing (and proceeding t get hammered) at cocco, and the 1am Christmas Affair at khengs did. jopes+yz, kudos for organising a great one. The turbs actually made flash invites, print invites, and RULES. Click HERE for the invites, and HERE for the rules. (Im too lazy to resize images at 4am.) Suggestion: Next time, get SIMPLER drinking games. When you're smashed, no one understands instructions and no one can hear wot the sloshed person on your left is explaining.
Christmas day was spent at rah's for a hugeeeee lunch, and champers (yay!) and Christmas carols after. met aloy for dinner and Curse of the Golden Flower. Fucking A show, 'cept fr Jay Chou acting. Boys, theres ALOT o boobs in the show (pressed tgt and upward, no less). LALALA.
Photos from Christmas Eve night at Cocco from kesh and photos from weiwei+rah from Christmas Day will be up when they get them to me and i can be bothered t resize and upload. Ie, wait NONG NONG time.
All in all, an amazing Christmas with beautiful people. oh oh oh, and mayyyybe straight guys really do know how to pick presents fr girls. paul & joe is love (:
And now I know who she is, I dont blame you anymore. It was strange seeing you again; surreal in a LaGOONa Beach sorta way. We planned the camera angles, now you just have to pose for the shot. No one else (we agreed) could ever stand in. So wont you letme-letyou-letme be happy? Question: If i wont say "I Love You" would you let me love you too?
And I thought you deserved it straight (not like an arrow, but a more supple type; a seam through my tapestry perhaps?). No Guts, No Glory yea? Thank you for your honesty and the memories materially. I'll always love you. Semper fi.
Toe the line, walk the line, cross the line, fuck the line. Hopscotch I can play, but the rules have to be set first. The ball is in your court.
jiak hong. ai mai ai mai? after a lugubrious process of uploading photos onto my com, resizing all the photos, uploading them to photobucket, i am finally here. :D my phone camera has surprised me. the reso comes up as 800x600. pretty damn decent.
ho hum. im humdrum. here are brightly coloured images that show us for no more than we want to. (wot an ego boost.)
Random office shots: MEIJIIIII! I LOVE. three of spent 60 dollars over two days. :D :D chris-mas and i and christmas fr real at the office!
1st december with di, aloy + ctv girls at dempsey road. i <3 poh simmmm. she's my muse.
from rahrah's bday on the 2nd.
this is love and sex respectively:
6th december. champagne at kandi bar w my lovely leanne and mad ass partyinggg at MoS members after.
and because we were so AGAINST zoukout, di and i headed up to JB t join serene fr a cheap, dirty, unsafe, and fucking A+ weekend. 9th-10th december 1+2: Strange ass brands + shop names. heh you my hommieee. 3+4: us 5+6: we picked up a stray lecturer on out way back. and the view was magnificent.
and here's 15th at MoS 1st Anniversary. GODSKITCHEN. trance=love
houseparty photos from the 8th are still with rah. lea, rah, and i ended up all wearing shades of blue. we look right retards walking in. SPEAKING OF RETARDS, here are some o my beloved ones: aloy:
weiwei:
HAHAHA my favorite, samsam:
Happy Birthday you. We planned for that day long before it came. but it never came. I hope to take my leave in good memory, as you do yours. To your happiness. May your faith be strong, your heart be pure, your love be true. Be happy my love.
on a different note, im becoming better. at least i have attained partial clarity of some sort.
ill pierce my tongue next year. I've already planned Christmas Stingray @ Newton on the 24th. So no way am I missing that uber shiokness. I think stingrays are the ultimate christmas food. The sambal is red, the lime is green, the bbq-ed bits are brown, and the flesh is white. That's the colours of a decorated christmas tree!
Merry Christmas!
May you all find your passion and peace in the New Year. Love.
List ten things you want to say to ten random people, but you know you never will say these things to them. Don’t say who the comment is meant for, and use people only once.
1. I hate you for leaving. And love you for staying so long. Im better now, run back home. 2. If you had stayed, you would have loved me the way I loved you. You didn’t break it, but you might have fixed it. 3. You were the best I’ve ever had. Although you will never believe it. 4. I think of you more than I should. And it scares me. 5. I hope you learn the hard way. 6. Thank you for changing with/for me. 7. I hate you for knowing what you are and pretending that you don’t. And killing him in that cruel way. 8. I’m sorry, but you’re small. 9. You think we could be good, but I just nod and know that we couldn’t. Because I will always blame you for taking him 10. Your self-pity annoys the fuck out of me.
i dont know. but the prospect of spending christmas alone is depressing. the rest of the family will be in England. hmm :/
to be edited shortly with pictures from the last few weeks and Godskitchen tonightttt!
Party In Your Mouth even they know im screwed up. although, im not as bad as all that (i think)
well, all that's done and not said directs to one conclusion. and all that's said and not done comforts but not in the way it did. or should. or could.
MOVE BITCH, GET OUT THE WAY. GET OUT THE WAY BITCH, GET OUT THE WAY. cmon, this is fucking pathetic. (+1 second).
in the noise that surrounds you do you feel quiet? Because we are Fragments of the Same Dead Star. and Oh Lately It's So Quiet, in this place. you're not round every corner. but, the thought occurs to my troubled head when i cant sleep, who's house are you haunting tonight?
hearts in rectangles (and thats all) its been a long time, aeii. I've been too dead to actually bother t resize, upload to photobucket, and blog. its a long drawn affair and i swear tht its a consipiracy; everytym i want t resize my photos SUDDENLY there will be an influx of people msning me. so much so tht the 3 windows o GIMP becomes too much o a lagger.
anyways, yes i lost my Sony Ericsson Z610i after 5 daysss. fuckit, i dont care abt the phone. but, ive lost all my contacts, not to mention, 3 years of saved messages. but as everyone says (in varying degrees of tactfulness; YES WYN, YER NOT VERY TACTFUL) i should get rid o unecessary baggage. BUT anywayyyyyyyy...
and here's last night at Zouk. Amin Van Buuren. saw the handsomeeee Kin (3) and Danny (6), and killed time till Armin came along. we were still okay. After 2 whiskey dries.
this was after 40 appleshooters round the table, and im-not-sure how many whiskey green teas. Lea was agro, Rah was first crazy then on the brink o passing out, and I was just stoned. Wyn and Carmen were the only ones who stayed normal. -.-"
and since so many weeks have gone by, i shall attempt to shorten my usually long-ass weekly posts, to a picture frm every event tt i took photos off. 8th- Casan, Mel, Lea, I at Devils. 10th- China One and MoS with Lea, Kenneth, Dat, Aloysius 11th- Km8 with Lea, Melvin, Ken, Douglas 14th- Coffee with Wyn and Lea at Holland V 15th- Asian Children's Festival (ACF) Opening Ceremony 15th- Dinner with Di at Marine Parade 16th- Gotham with Lea, Kenneth, Wyn, Melvin + gang 23rd- (one week gap cos o ACF shit) Durian Appreciation w my favorite colleagues. L-R: Bung, Bi, Straight (and pregnant), Gay. <3
- tuesday: after the clarity of yesterday, the sky today in juxtaposition is bleak. its the low after the intense and calculated (yet not expected, totally) high. i miss being around people so much. ill remember yesterday and smile. the best 9 hours in a veryvery long time. - darling, its 2 men standing now. im glad we are keeping it real. <3 and thanks for dinner, and menthol after tht. and to you, lovely boy, i see the hearts kept in rectangles. but that's all they are until you come back. and i was foolish enough to think that your promises meant more than most. people change, i should know. i just never thought that you would.
C.O.D.Y friday was spent w sean and the boys. i like how this has potential to become a friday night routine. (im a taurus, we like routine) i likeeee. alcohol free friday. GOOD JOB ADRI!
saturday at lea's place. andreanna was sober, ronald slightly high, i was jumping (not flying yet), and lea was pretty much gone. ( at lea's )
sunday was emo night on the ledge. say 1-2-3 love. ( the usual suspects )
and monday night with Ong Poh Siang the slacker. first photo is 3 o my favorite ppl at work. tgt we make one gay, one bung, one bi, one straight. we're the motley crue. i chope tommy lee. he really should get DB for taking MC so many fucking times. boy, yer a clerk. just go for army la. and we realise that we really are losers. L TO THE O TO S-E-R-S. we ghetto but we drink earl grey. :D LOVE.
the shorts and lights. 200 degrees at your fingertips. baby, you float and you roll with the punches; but when you just cant cut it, whos going to snort and shoot? table settings for four, and the decency you crave. you know you are lonely. and guess what, (WHAT?), so are we.
tripstar okay, finally finished resizing all the photos. yes. veryVERY photo intensive. esp the halloween one. at this point i cant be bothered t place nicely, so im gna lump. lumpilicious. LOL. pardon me, im fucking tired.
friday at lea's new workplace. (: stick it out lovely!
saturday at zouk, cocco, mos. moved through diff grps the whole night, and let it be known, that zouk does NOT have the best halloween party. fuck 'em and their up-down glares.
sunday at china one. the first emo night in a long time. ( emo shots... )
monday w cheryl voo. happy birthday wifey! hehhhh g'luck w the gf. <3
and tuesdays (not w morrie <--- okay, this comes from working at the NLB la, bad joke.) but w lea my loveee at scruffy murphy's.
and heres two very very retarded videos from last sat. toprock, by a few members o "TOGETHER WE ARE A TEAM". kesh and gwen stayed very wisely out o the frame. and no, we had not even begun drinking.
and this is the most underexposed video ive ever seen. 3 years o masscomm goes out o the window and into the long gang. whyyy did we even go through locvid & tv pro fer? but we were high, so thankgod it was dark.
my goodies! oooh. saturday was a good night. i got my cam back at long last, so photo INTENSIVE entry coming up. ill chuck it behind cuts.
life's good but relationships with several ppl are so complicated that i want to say "SANG NAOO JING AHHHH" like tt old school liang poh poh does. oh and i HAVENT GOTTEN PAID YET. cheebs.
and DID YOU KNOW that wanking in SAF camps is illegal? i would just turn towards the wall and jerk off when everyones sleeping.
SATURDAY! coffee w my camera shy sweetheart. first thing she exclaimed was "your hair is so long now!" ( coffee w di )
then sarah and i met to go to THE BAR. and we wandered arnd tanjong pagar fer half an hr looking for the god forsakened place. btw, its 3 doors down from taboo. ( lost&found )
we got a nice place, and ordered our drinks, shortly joined by the very hannnnsumm short-haired danny. ( the bar )
and someone brough a DOG to the bar. i mean many gays are bitches, but this is taking it a bit far. no?
headed down to coco, where we waited (kinnda) patiently for kesh and charlie. okay, so i called till my phone went flat. ( you bore! )
(: then party we did. ( break it down! ) my favorite couple, favorite dj, favorite girls. (: i get all emo, ghetto style. heh.
two hard-dealt in a familiar situation again. i god damn miss you. and im sorry for hanging up. and here i am, because you dared me. like today never happened.
i am an infection, so please keep your wounds clean.
weave onto me I felt (more so than smelt) issey miyake on the airconditioned red-line breeze.
"drink to moving on". and good friends. ♥
i have to believe that everything will flow. (guess the operative word in this sentence)
"We are in this together, even when one moves without the other. Different pages from the same story. This aching is familiar its something I remember. We can't touch without feeling. Can't heal without healing. Only the young could fall so hard, could be so careless and ignore the scars. So we will move out of the way this time, making room for each other, one without the other. We are broken, but we are moving still. A thousand different ways"- Erin Taylor
Wednesday September 27th, 2006 | posted at 12:08 AM
today was a terribly unproductive day at work. lunching by myself again upset me greatly which lead to the follwing events. i was gg t explain wot happened, but ill let the msn convo's between sarah, sam and i say it (oh and if yer not clear still, go to Sarah's blog.:
Adriana . plain peachy says: but at least you have a friend. i thought i had a friend. and she went POOF. i feel so betrayed
(sarah) tank girl says: hahah where did she go?
Adriana . plain peachy says: took day off i think she better be taking the day off or im gna leave her a very nasty office memo saying she better invite me t lunch next time or else... scary?
you must understand that the light in the corner of the room could be nothing but the flickering flame of a candle in the soul of an equally lonely girl.
And loneliness should never be equated to desperation although it should occur to you that loneliness could lead to desperation and that it never looks good.
Also you should know that life is unfair and the people who live it, might have to be as well.
It has to be made known that your decision will cost you happiness and more preciously- faith, with no guarantee of refund or exchange.
hi, please read and sign this Appeal and petition for a stiffer sentence for Old Airport Road Cat Killer Wong Geng Thong. He only got 2 months. http://www.petitiononline.com/killer75/
wot a fucking BASTARD. details below. by the end, you should see why i think 2 months is ridiculous.
To Singaporeans: On 24 Aug, Wong Geng Thong, an air con technician was sentenced to serve 8 weeks in jail for torturing and killing a cat. This may not have been his first offense of this nature.
What he did:
1. Befriended a cat by feeding it then took it in his van to Blk 93A Jalan Dua off Old Airport Rd. 2. Tied a noose around the cat's neck and lifted the wire to hang the cat by the neck 3. Everytime the cat lost consciousness, Wong revived it by massaging its chest. He repeated this cruel act till the cat could not be revived anymore. 4. He then removed the wire noose, grabbed the cat by the neck and bashed it's body against the wall several times 5. Then he threw the cat's body on the floor and kept kicking it
a beer helps. chuck a few more my way, thanks. (: things are aite. at least im nt bored at work. just not very stimulted, but since when have i been psyched about much.
i just hope not t eat alone again for the rest o my tenure. its quite sad really.
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sleepy
