Frisky blogs. I'm getting abit tired of the template of the blog again. I still identify wif Homer in the pic though but probly just the layout disturbs mi. Hmmm.

Just earlier on i was browsing thru Jobsdb to c wot's new in the mkt (of coz fuelled by the strong intention to tender dis days), den i realised dat i still duno wad i wanna be when i grow up. Dammit.

I m craving for Ben & Jerry's now, Choc Fudge Brownie no less. Must go c if Esso got sale later. If not i will hv to dcide if i m willing to part wif my 11 bucks to satisfy zee craving gastronomy.

The story of y Frisky is frisky now is accounted to a disastrous haircut last saturday. The stylist Frisky alwaz asks for apparently has resigned. Y...!??! For the umpteenth time oredi, the stylists Frisky likes ALWAZ end up quitting. Scoot.

So, moral of the story is....bcoz Frisky prefers having a female stylist, the next available (& the oni remaining female) came forth. Frisky remembers having her hair cut by said female stylist many, many moons ago but recalled being unhappy afterwhich bcoz she likes to layer the hair massively.

BUT! Excessive layering does not do Frisky good bcoz Frisky got alota hair & layered hair is lighter so hair bcomes bigger n harder to manage. Plus, Frisky got big head, so Frisky now looks like a Big Headed Doll wif frilly hair. Frisky hates. Frisky bad mood. Now Frisky is gonna have to spend money on repairing post-disastrous haircut AGAIN. Frisky poor. Frisky bad mood again. *scowls*

Anyway, Frisky wans to tok about her brother's gf now.

She is a simple & rather pleasant gurl on most counts. BUT!! I have a problem wif her nevertheless.

DAT GURL DOESNT BATHE!!!!

WTF????

Who the hell can just use 1 bath a day despite being in a crowded place or even dirty kopitiam for the rest of the day n NOT BATHE when she goes home at nite!?!?!!?

It irks mi to no end i tell u.

I tried asking Brother to ask her to bathe but she insisted she isnt used to bathing at nite.

Like again........WTF!?!?!?!

Thing is, she stays over sometimes after we go out but she NEVER wash up before she sleeps!

I mean like....PUURRRRLLLLISSSSSS.....!!?

Somebody, hand mi a hose now!! Can i just spray Dettol at her!?!?

I m not gonna go near her for sure.

Plain gross i say. Nuff said.

Ok i m gonna eat my dinner now...i'm blogging in close proximity to said filthy gurl as she's watching TV wif Brother in like 1m away from mi.

I better eat 1st coz the laz thing i wan to happen is her Kutus & Gang or any other mysterious inhabitants on her body n hair to pounce into my food.

I swear Frisky will bite if dat happens.  ¶ J poppycocked at 7:00:00 PM
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  The One About Childhood. In office again, my turn dis saturday. Have tonnes of unfinished work, which r supposed to be urgent, but den again, which r not?

I m going to sulk on Monday again, bcoz i have so much work that i should have done but did not. And then i will promise myself to sleep earlier everynite so i can cut down on the caffeine & feel fresher in the day (& hopefully find more energy to work) but it will oso not happen.

And the same cycle will go on & on & on. Coz it has oredi went on & on for the last....coming to 1 yr.

*Shit!*

So fast.

I wonder how come as i grow older i bcome less & less happening....-_-

I remember i was hardly at home when i was a kid. I ran about on corridors, sneering my neighbors who would look at me behind their locked gates in envy. I loitered at void decks, checking out funny-looking long stalks of grass to chew on, in the hope of emulating those stylo milo sword warriors in the then SBC Channel 8 drama serials, from when i found out dat raw grass r not fit for human consumption coz dey r sibei bitter. I was also puzzled y cows, goats & horses find grass delicious.

I monkeyed about at playgrounds, chatting the other kids up & played catching with them. I challenged & was challenged to badminton at the neighbourhood's outdoor badminton court. I can play until i 4get to eat.

I will oni creep home when the nite comes.

Somehow, Empress Dowager didnt seem as worried about my safety when i was young. Hmmm. I wonder y.

Unlike the other gurls, my Barbie only had 1 set of clothing. I did not have the money to buy her new & those glittery clothes so i would hang around Oriental (now S11) at JE Central & admire the countless stocks of Barbies & Polly-Pockets for hours, wishing my parents would one day buy everything for me.

I secretly felt inferior to my neighbour whose mother sew new clothes for her Barbie. Her Barbie oso had a Ken. My Barbie only had me. After a failed attempt to get new clothes for my Barbie from Empress Dowager, i never said a word about it again.

In fact, even as a kid, i dun remember asking for any luxurious toys from my parents ever since. Even my Barbie was a not a gift from my parents. I bought my 1st Polly-Pocket with my own savings at Primary 2. And a Polly-Pocket necklace subsequently with my own money too.

Probably that is y i dun beg for things now. Too much pride, too little faith. I found my own independence when i was 8, i will find it again soon.

I wan Polly-Pocket magnified. I wan my own apartment.  ¶ J poppycocked at 11:50:00 AM
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  Blue Blue Blue. It feels like Monday all over again.

Dammit.

Thank gdness i dun smoke to relieve my blues, else i wud hv puffed my lungs black.  ¶ J poppycocked at 9:08:00 AM
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  Feeling Blue. Gah!

It's Monday morning again. Even if tomoro is pay day, the blues wud not lift.

But tomoro is not pay day (unfortunately), but National Day.

I wonder wad do people do on National Day, if u r not watching the mass display or performing at the stadium?

Mondays r such drags.

I suspect Mondays make mi feel bloated. Like a pufferfish kinda bloated.

Or it could be the damn pants i m wearing. Shit. Shouldn't have pitied the fugly pants lying lonesomely at the corner of my wardrobe. Should have reminded myself i must hv shelved it for a good reason.

I must be tricked into paying for dis damn pants.

Dammit. I feel like a clown clad in those huge, funny looking pants.

.........or it could be dat i hv gained weight again...!! *GASPS in horror!*

Shit. Shit. Shit.  ¶ J poppycocked at 8:59:00 AM
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  Hmm. To be honest, i feel very bad & very guilty for being a meanie.

But sometimes, a girl gotto do wad a girl gotto do.

Even if it means playing the worst villain in the whole wide world.  ¶ J poppycocked at 4:22:00 PM
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  Live From Tanjong Pagar. ..........T. G. I. F.................!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  ¶ J poppycocked at 8:43:00 AM
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  A Parody. U stand on top of the mountain, looking down at all earthly issues from a bird's eye point of view, tinking to urself nothing can escape ur eyes. U thought there is nothing u have not seen or heard, bcoz everything is beneath ur feet, so nothing could ever happen & make u lose ur cool.

But little do u noe dat u could be missing something happening just under ur nose everyday. It has alwaz been there, but u just dun seem to notice or realise. U dun smell it taking place & by the time u do, it probly wud have taken u off guard.

U noe u wud be happier somewhere else, doing something else & with somebody else. But here u r, hovering on the same spot, tracing ur path in circles & returning to where u started from periodically, only to realise again u wud be happier somewhere else, doing something else & with somebody else.

U stumble & stumble, picking urself up everytime, reminding urself not to go through the same ordeal again, but before u know it, u stumble again, oni to realise u nvr did learn ur mistakes the previous time. Probly bcoz the wound wasn't deep enuff to create an impression. Probly bcoz it was a predisposition. Probly bcoz U noe u r not strong enuff to thread on unknown waters.

Just as U tot somebody is taking u seriously, something happens & make u take 2 steps back & reassess the situation again, not realising dat the 2 steps taken r just an accumulation to the previous 2-steps taken backwards.

U back off & back off, further & further away from the crowd, until u realise u r standing on the edge, alone. Just s u were about to fall, it suddenly dawned upon u, u r not merely standing alone, but u have walked alone as well, to where u stood alone now.

Sometimes ur soul is tired, sick of all the pretence & mockery. U wanto sit down & take a big break from everything else, only to find out dat ur time has not come yet. Bcoz looking to ur left, looking to ur right, both the spaces still seem empty. People have came, people have gone. But not one remains.

U have allowed others to see U strong, see U self-absorbed. But have u lost sight of ur fragility? Will dey noe sometimes U will also nid a good, reliable shoulder to lean on? U let ur gear go on & on, n delude urslf into believing dat nothing can hurt U anymore, but still, it does, no matter how U try to disallow the consequences to come near U. Sometimes U wish U were more resolute & stronger than the sum of ur might now, but sometimes, the stronger U wish U r, the more vulnerable a plight U put urself in.

The faces U see on the streets, some with pain in their eyes, some with comfort & some with vacancies. How many of those who pass U make the same mistakes as u do, how many nvr need to take the routes U took?

All of U r gamblers. Chronic ones. Both in life & love. Everyday U decide, choose & pick, despite not knowing wad outcomes the other alternative dat u didnt choose may lead to. U make a call on an alternative, despite not being 101% sure wad good it may bring U. Some people win, some people lose. Some people keep winning, the others keep losing.

Which kind r U?  ¶ J poppycocked at 9:13:00 PM
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  Whooops. I ought to feel loved i get prezzies from people around mi.

2nite i suddenly realised. Moz of the time, i m just trying to not hate the tokens.

Alamak. Wo Ye Bu Xiang De...

S i told Mo, i rather the giver gimme the money if there isnt any better gift u can tink of, than to randomly get something 4 mi. S insincere s it sounds.

I noe it's the tot dat counts...yada...yada...But it just happens dat i value practicality over extravaganza.

Aiyo. Maybe my frens duno mi well enuff la. Alwaz get mi things i hv not much / dun wanto use.

:P

Maybe i shud make a list next time & pass it among frens whom i noe wud get mi gifts den dey just check the boxes among demselves to determine who's buying wad, to prevent repetition lah.

To side-track, recently, i've been swarmed by Auntie-Tok.

Yes it's good dat the gurls alwaz exchange pointers about domestic stuff. I get to benefit too of coz.

But I tell u....ENUFF is ENUFF.

My life canot revolve around all dis toks about marriages, pregnancy, kids, best receipes, where to get cheapest stuff, giving birth anymore!!!

AAargh! Down wid Home Affairs!!!

I rather eat lunch alone.  ¶ J poppycocked at 10:55:00 PM
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