August 23rd, 2006 jmeei
I have deleted my blog account three times, my Friendster account twice, and my Multiply account once. All in a year.
I blog because I have the Goldfish Memory Syndrome. I swim in circles in the fish bowl; I forget that I’m a goldfish. So my entries are mostly for keeping the memories of my life events intact within (tiny) Verdana fonts.
I did not actually delete my old blogs– they are just not for public view, but sitting in my folders as Blog #1, Blog #2, Blog #3. Like books on a bookshelf, I am able to pore over them, give a little ha-ha and tch! here and there. The only reason why I retracted them is because I get a little weirded out from the unknown readers. Felt a little too messy for me.
I deleted my old Friendster account also because I felt that it was too messy. Too many messages in my inbox from potential stalkers, too many friend requests from non-friends, too many this, too many that. But the second time was due to me forgetting my password. I was relying on the auto log-in and if that failed me- gone. See, Goldfish memory. So, please don’t laugh because I have only 7 measly friends.
I cancelled my Multiply account just because. I had to send a message to Multiply on the reason of account termination, and I sent:-
I would like to terminate my account because
there is a drunken castrated elephant stalking me! ARGH!
Thank you.
The next day, my account was terminated.
I forgot what was the point of this entry. Or whether if it was supposed to be pointless.
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August 16th, 2006 jmeei
#1 Watching Kevin of Broken Scar perform at Help University College.
I was Kevin’s PR for the day, fun fun. “No talking to Kevin directly to the face! You call this mineral water?! Now get me some coffee which I will then proceed to throw out the window for it will suck!”
I’m kidding. About the PR (I was just a tag-along) and about being so mean (I’m a nice person, really).
Kevin was awesome. The students were not as responsive at the beginning, but after he started singing, they stopped yapping/being a nerd and were practically eating out of his palm by the time he reached the last song, “Play the whole album! One more song, one more song!”
It was great watching him perform, and he did dedicate the second song to me.
Kevin: And the second song goes out to Jia Meei, over there.
Me: (scurries for cover, where is a brown paper bag when you need one…)
I get awkward in new situations. Other words I’m pretty shy… The boy I dated in secondary school dedicated a song to me during Teacher’s Day and I cried. Out of embarrassment.
I’m digressing. Kevin and I had char kuey teow after at the best char kuey teow stall ever, Hock Lee’s. Yum.
#2: Watching SpongeBob Squarepants the movie at Chian’s.
“Hey Patrick, let’s party ’till we turn purple!”
“I like purple!!!!!”
#3: Me threading my eyebrows (for the first time!).
One word- ouch.
No, two words- ouch and idiots. Eugene and Chian Tyng insisted on following me into the room and taking a picture while I was in pain.
I pinched Eugene after that.
#4: Us playing pool at Social.
Chian Tyng and I teamed up against Eugene. We lost to him three out of three games.
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August 9th, 2006 jmeei
Another reason why I love Eugene! Guess what he brought home from his Europe trip?
70% alcohol, baybeh!
ab·sinthe also ab·sinth [Noun]
A green liqueur having a bitter anise or licorice
flavor and a high alcohol content, prepared from absinthe and
other herbs, and now prohibited in many countries because of its
toxicity.
Eugene’s (dirty) car, my thighs and the infamous Green Fairy!
Chian Tyng’s studio. That is tiny Eugene, tiny me, and tiny Chian Tyng
Eugene adores his bottle so much it amuses me. Had fun threatening to throw the bottle out of the car window, then holding it high up when a police patrol car was driving alongside our car (Absinth is prohibited in Malaysia, I think), and also placing the bottle riiiight at the edge of the table on purpose with my elbow placed strategically within nudge reach.
Eugene: PleasepleasepleasePLEASE, Jia Meei!
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August 8th, 2006 jmeei
#1 Eugene is back!
After Eugene gallivanted off to Europe for a whole month, I went through the Eugene Withdrawal Syndrome, which consisted of me naming all my Sims game characters ‘Eugene’ then killing them off lovingly, doodling stick figures of Eugene on random slips of paper then adding arrows around the head, and counting the days anxiously by ‘X’-ing days off the calender with a marker pen. Okay, I lied about the last one.
Actually, he has been back for almost a week now, but I’ve been seeing him constantly (yesterday, today, and most probably tomorrow) so I didn’t have time to, you know, show my undying excitement by posting it in my blog complete with big bolded capital letters, an underline underneath, and multiple exclamation marks.
EUGENE IS BACK!!!!
I feel so much better now.
#2 Telewha-?
Balraj: I found a new job. I’m going be a telemarketer.
Me: Really? You’re working for the phone sex company?
Balraj: … No, but I wish.
Me: Oh. What do you do?
Balraj: Call companies up to do a research on lubricants.
Me: Lubricants? Wah! As in-
Balraj: NO, damnit! Car lubricants!
Me: Oh.
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July 26th, 2006 jmeei
I have a crush on my brother’s friend. A harmless crush, of course. Harmless because there is already somebody occupying the limited space in my heart and also because the said friend calls me by the affectionate term of ‘Oi, Jia Jer’s sister!’
I also have a crush on my friend’s brother. A harmless crush too, of course. Harmless because he is my friend’s brother. A big NO-NO (capitalised to prove my point). Out of bounds.
…And also because he calls me by the affectionate term of ‘Hey, my brother’s friend!’.
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July 9th, 2006 jmeei
If I hear, “Bob The Builder! (Can he fix it?) Bob The Builder! (Yes he can!)” one more time, I’ll chop off my left arm.
And if I hear, “Madeline, she’s Madeline! She might be very small! Madeline, she’s Madeline! But insideee she’s tall!” one more time, I’ll chop off my right arm.
Then the enterprising Tim can ship me off to Phuket to sell tissue papers to the tourists by the roadside. And I’ll end up being mugged of my tissue papers and the symphathy coins thrown at my head by kind passer-bys, for even if I am able to run after the thieves, I won’t be able to retrieve my things back for I have no arms, damnit.
My little cousins are over and they are watching Playhouse Disney. With the volume up full blast. You can imagine the torture I went through by noticing that I am able to recite most of the theme songs by memory.
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July 3rd, 2006 jmeei
My mind does not work at times. If an imaginary camera zoomed into the inner regions of my head, you’ll see my brain sitting in a corner, sulking and refusing to do anything. Instead, it will be crossing its arms and making a pouty face while kicking its feet up like a spoilt child who has been refused ice cream.
My mind is at its worst half an hour after I wake up. Just this morning, I sat up in bed, swung my legs down off the bed and stared at the floor for ten minutes at least. I can’t remember what I was thinking of, for I don’t think I was even thinking. My mind was just completely blank; and if you were to poke me, I doubt I would have felt anything. After my ten minutes of, well, meditation, I shuffled to the bathroom door and started knocking. It was after five minutes of banging did I realise that there was nobody on the other side PLUS the door was already unlocked to begin with.
I also have this knack of switching my brain off. It’s like I have this knob in my head, when things get too dreary, I turn it clockwise and my mind shuts off. Quite useful with boring people, I must say.
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July 2nd, 2006 jmeei
Children are adorable. Balraj, Chian Tyng and I were indulging in buttered popcorn at the side stairs in the mall when we spotted this little wee thing toddling zig-zaggedly past us. She paused and her tiny head turned towards us. I waved at her in a friendly manner, and so did Chian Tyng. Balraj just giggled.
She started smiling- the sides of her mouth tugging upwards until it became a huge grin. She gave a little shriek (to attract her parents’ attention probably?) and jabbed her miniscule finger at our direction. We quickly looked up at the ceiling/looked down at the floor, just as long we appeared as though we were looking away. She was soon swept away by her parents who threw us accusatory stares as they walked past us.
Balraj then told us about his experience with unknown children. He was driving and stopped at a red light. In the car beside his, there was a boy around the age of eight, palms and face pressed against the car window, staring intently at Balraj. Balraj gave him a nonchalant smile, and the boy unlodged his face from the car window just to give Balraj his middle finger. Being the gentleman he is, Balraj gave his back. He then ran the red light.
I love children!
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July 1st, 2006 jmeei
Mitsubishi-sushi-Suzuki-teppanyaki
The elevator doors slid open and three dark haired women tottered in, their heads bowed and their backs hunched slightly as though to make them smaller, more invisible. They made a half circle in tiny steps so they faced the now closed doors, while their eyes were demurely fixated on the ground. During the two-minute ride to the Lobby, they whispered to each other, hands over their mouth, their words breathless and short. It sounded as though every word ended with an exclamation mark- “!”. No one else made a sound, for maybe like me, they were fixated by the refreshing difference emitted by these women. Cultivated and polite, with a touch of almost shyness. (Unlike us locals, brassy, bossy- which we refer to as being confident.) Ah, the Japanese.
That memory came back to me as I am currently scarfing down made in Japan chocolates. Strawberries with grinning faces, dancing penguins, monkeys with ribbons, big scrawly Japanese words et cetera on the soon to be empty tiny cardboard box. I like how the top opens to a small dispenser, as when I tip the box, one pops out and not seven. Hence, less frustration for me as I happen to end up crawling on all fours to pick up over-tipped sweets at times, thanks to normal retard-unfriendly boxes.
“You people bombed the Pearl Harbour.”
“No, that was the Japanese. I’m Chinese.”
“Well- Japanese, Chinese, cheese, you guys are all the same!”
Thoughts
I think a lot. In fact, I think too much. I am constantly forming entries in my brain- as though there is an imaginary keypad clicking away. Type, type, type oh wait- that is utter crapola- backspace, backspace, backspace. I edit my brain entries as I do to my blog entries. The only difference is that my blog entries are documented as while the ones in my brain disappears- poof! given a period of time. Say ten minutes, as I suffer from Selective and Short Memory.
Actions
I do a lot of things which I am ashamed of later on. E.g. ignore someone out of spite (Well, he ignored me first!). So I’ll go all out to return the act- not pick up phone calls, then aloofly say, “Oh, I was busy. You know.” But nobody really notices what I do, so it is all actually pointless really.
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June 26th, 2006 jmeei
SpongeBob, ” The Sash-Ringing, the Trash-Singing Mash-Flinging, The Flash-Stringing, Ringing, The Cr-Crash-Dinging, daa!”
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