its gonna be so nice.

i love talking to rebecca toh si nee, or "my dear becca". when i say talk, i mean... talk ; voice talk. she always has this amazing ability to make everything in the world more beautiful than it might really be. she has this.... passion in her, even if its just for a chicken wing. when we used to have 6-hour-long chats everynight in the past, i became a very positive person. she's a Dream. no, i dun mean it like she's my dream. she IS a dream, a walking dream. sometimes we say someone is an "energy ball", or sometimes a "emotional timebomb", or a "joke" - she's a Dream. surreal, phantasmic, sometimes illusive. You can never hope to GRAB her, but when she does appear its a whole new experience each time. she claims that i have an ability "to lure and to tempt her" into resurfacing - what a complement.

anyway, to bring the point across, she's a biatch - just like Life itself.

i shall be terribly nice to her for now - i promise. because it is she that i have loved so well - she that walks right in and out of my life time and again, never leaving a trace of hurt each time. its going to be a beautiful christmas,
"its going to be SO -pause for dramatic effect- nice".

me: "i dun mind, do you?"
her: "no, of cos not"
"are u sure?"
"yeah, i am a cheapskate"
"i know"
"i'd do anything to save money"
"that's so sluttish"

after i hung up, i called twinkles.

"the song on your blog is SO creepy. not the kinda songs i'd listen to."
"ok i'll take it down"
"i like it. just not in the middle of the night"
"but thats when it is the nicest!"
"i like it. just not in the middle of the night"
"why?"
"because it is the middle of the night"

shit. its rainings dogs again. dog.

as the end of the year approaches, many a blogger out there shld be planning their year-end post already. Christina wants to do a funty 5-year-anniversary post. "top 10 memories of the funty life" - she's irritating. i wanna do a post titled "things we ALL silently hate". starting with this, "taxi drivers: how irritating can one get?" one cabby sees me carrying a pair of skates up his cab, and he goes..

"so, you skate?"
*ignores* "uncle, Wisma"
"great world to wisma, quite near only. why don't you skate there?"
"because i want to let you earn my money."

(it was raining dogs out there when he asked that STUPID question)