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How yA doiN'?
As you can tell, this blog is where I put in some of my most unoriginal monologues for times when I refuse to listen to myself anymore. Hence, there will often be moments of self-obsession so read with that in mind and try not to bash your head against your keyboard. Leave a comment/tag or two if you will and remember: individuals mentioned here are in no way in reference to any living persons, dead or alive(look! I made a funny already!), unless mentioned so.
Again, I would like to stress that this blog DOES NOT act as a diary, or a journal of some sort... it's made to be somewhat of a feel-good blog. What, do u really think that my life's THAT goofy and meaningless?
Well, maybe it is but I'd like to keep that to myself, thank you.
Obligatory "About Me" Column:-
Contrary to popular opinion, I DO NOT have an Elvis fetish. Although i DO admit to being a manic fan, at best. But don't you agree his voice is just oh-so-sexay? And those sideburns!
I thought I found the love of my life in the form of a yellow Getz ( and have even taken to referring to it as the lemon of my eye, albeit in an affectionate manner) but my bro decided that it wasn't too gay for him after all when I left for Australia. It's not so yellow now nor does it look very much like a getz so I guess I'll go find a beemer to fall in love with next I also enjoy spending time alone in my pjs with Johnnie Walker. Probably the only male name to ever be associated with me for a long time to come, at least until said bro quits telling everyone that I'm lesbian.
I'm not lesbian. I think.
Quiet by nature, and only chatty with myself or when I'm not in a good mood. Go figure.
I only wear clothes comfortable enough to feel like I'm wearing nothing, but they also have to be uncomfortable enough to assure me that I AM wearing something, lest I venture out one day forgetting to put on a pair of pants. Highly possible.
I love Hoarding curios like empty bottles and broken lemon-shaped radios complete with eyes and feet because someday they'll be worth big bucks and I'll be richer than the guy at the top of the Ipoh White Coffee franchise.
Enjoying life right now compared to my pre-teen years. A significant reason is the dying off of the boyband era. Heaven forbid should they do a Jesus Christ.
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Tuesday, October 04, 2005
The GODS are CONSPIRING against me!!!
Out of sheer boredom and lifelessness, and also to prove to Joe that i was not THAT useless after all, i decided to wash my car again!
With my very own hands!
For the second time!
Yeah yeah i know... cpy wants to wash her car big deal... but hey this is not just ANY kinda car wash, it was gonna be a TOTAL scrubdown! inside, outside, i was just thiiiis *makes a 1cm gap in between index finger and thumb* short of taking the engine apart and giving it a bubble bath.
As enthusiastic as i was, the sun was just as merciless, if not more, at 2pm... but nvm that... the proper attire should be able to prevent me from gettin an even more obvious tan line...
Car Wash Tip: Throwin on an old secondary school white blouse/shirt always does the trick to prevent obvious tan lines as well as allows u to move freely n reach further than compared to wearing a regular tee of any sort, but attracts too much attention and does not work too well in the decency part if ur gonna wash a car ala cpy n end up gettin drenched coz by then u might as well be wearing nothing.
So i got all the stuff out, tickin my mental checklist: hose? attached to the tap... check. car? in the driveway... check. pail? right over here... check. sponge? in the pail... check. rags? in the pail as well... check. vacuum? cant be found as usual... check! okay... got all the things i need and ready to gooo~* eh?
Something's missing... *strains brain*
ooh car shampoo!
How could i forget car shampoo?!
How silly of me! hahahahaha...
Alright NOW i'm ready to go! but of course, im not gonna bore u with the boring details and go on to bore u with the boring end of the story...
Fast forward 2 hours: eeyup! ALL done! i tell u it was a real pleasure washin this car of mine... never fails to amaze me by somehow getting yellow-er each time i run the soapy sponge over it... or even the way the dust just lifts itself off when i wipe the dashboard with the rag... sigh... EVERYthing about this car never fails to amaze me! it's not just merely a means of transportation... it holds memories... represents my, uh, individuality... my freedom... my... oOOo damn i forgot the tyres! no worries... should be done in 10 mins flat... *caresses rims with soapy sponge*
*ahem*
Not one to break tradition, i stepped back to admire the beautiful sight that beheld me with the utmost awe... it was BEYOND beautiful... as it shone with grandeur, the birds chirped with rejoice, thunder clapped with approval, the sky above darkened perhaps to fuse the man-made beauty with that of the natural beauty of the sunset, the aunty next door stole admiring glances laced with envy, mother nature shed tears of joyyyy~* ...Thunder? tears?
THUNDER?!!
RAIN!!!
WHAT THE $%$#@*$%*!?!!
I felt droplets of water on my skin as i watched the next-door aunty take in her laundry, gleefully smiling at me and probably gloating inwardly over how she could just pick up her laundry and carry it inside while I couldnt just pick up my car and carry it inside...
WHATTHEHELLAREYOULOOKINGAT?!! GO BRING YOUR DAMNED BAJU IN AND LEAVE ME IN MY MISERY AND MAY YOU ACCIDENTALLY SPILL A POT OF YOUR GINSENG-HERBAL-WHATEVA OVER THEM!!!
After staring at my neighbour in disbelief, and getting drenched by the second, i averted my attention to my recently-washed-and-even-more-recently-wiped-dry car... expecting to see it being submerged in the toxic liquid expelled by mother nature to teach city dwellers a lesson or two on the effects of air pollution that play havoc on your car making it dry... eh? dry?
DRY?!!
OMG!!! It's... it's... DRY!!!
*gasp*
IT'S THE HAND OF GOD!!!
GOD MUSTA HEARD MY PLEA AND PLACED SOME KINDA INVISIBLE PLASTIC SHEETS OVER MY CAR!!!
I mean... HOW ELSE DO U EXPLAIN IT?!!
IT IS THE HAND OF GOD I TELL YA!!!
I mean... HERE I AM GETTING SOAKED TO THE SKIN AND MY CAR'S WATER-FREE AND THERE'S ABSOLUTELY NO WAY OF EXPLAINING THAT UNLESS... unless...
...unless i forgot to turn off the hose and it tipped outta the pail and ended up showerin me with not-so-holy/tanki water...
oops... *blushes*
Embarrasing? well yeah but that was soon overcome by elation as i joyfully packed up and treated myself to a bath... i comforted myself by attributing all that thunder to the Gods giving me a standing ovation on a job well done.
Came outta the bathroom and proceeded to the tv-area window with the intention of giving my car one last, admiring glance before i proceeded upstairs from which i would give it its very first admiring glance from that angle...
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sigh...
Now, if u wanna talk about bein heartbroken, well im tellin u right now u dont know shit til the day u see ur car, with its ex-newly-restored, yellow splendour getting marred and defaced by the throes of nature... every drop was like a dagger being plunged through my heart... every trickle that ran down the chassis washed away my vain efforts... every boom of thunder was like slamming my fingers in a door... every crackle of lightning threatened to reveal the spoiled beauty, mockin my misery... every gust of wind took my hopes away with it...
Never in my life have i gazed so soulfully at anything or anyone for so long...
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