rantafella rant!

you really cannot blame me for spending probably the past 50 hours playing diner dash. its inbuilt in my system now, after having worked at simply bread for the past two and a half months. i have to find a substitute. there are cleaning vibes within my body that urges me to clear tables and chop tomatoes. i cant help it. so just in case i dont get this bloody job back, ive got good old diner dash to seek solace in.

so after playing 50 hours of diner dash, my darling batman comes over and challenges me to puzzle fighter. like man, im like puzzlefighter guru la. dont anyhow play play. i will gem your eyeballs out.. or so i thought. we played 10 pushups per round. darn it. its a lousy gamble. especially since my opponents a newbie in army. i.e. pushups are as common as the booger in your nose, as easy as snoozing whilst watching days of our lives. (and i would know, because i dont have SCV) so stupid me, decides to challenge batman. sigh. now it works like the revolutionary answer to flabby arms. i should do it more often. hur.

there are so many irritating motorcyclist zooming down mt faber. rah. i bet half of them are drunk. freaking yelling their brains out at 4am in the morning. urgh. im feeling so downright bitchy now. but its alright, i dont feel one bit remorseful about that. damn the haze. damn the bright LCD. its giving me a freaking headache.

mom just blatantly told me today that we might have to move soon. sigh. the annoyance is finally kicking in. i mean, i never really realised how plausible the possibilities of getting chucked out of my very humble abode was till today. i always thought that, oei, my dads the big old senior high ranking pastor here. he's like the general in church. so cannot anyhow play play. or my moms the head of the commitee that runs this place. so too bad, nanny nanny boob boob. theres no way ure gonna erradicate us out of my comfort zone.

sigh.

somethings are too good to be true.

so guys, come over more often. it may be your last. :(

i mean, if i had a cool looking new home to look forward to, i probably wouldnt mind. if my options are like the carribean, or like some freaking awesome estate, it wouldnt be that bad. or maybe just anywhere with a pool and a gym. that would be sweet. but.. but..i havent even lived in a HDB for the past 60 years or something. ok, fine, 16years? you cant blame me, really. bahh. for all you know, i might just have a morbid fear of lifts or something. i mean, they put freaking windows in those lifts la. who knows what kind of momock you might see on your way up. (kudoos to those living on the 30th floor, you dont have a morbid fear of lifts, so shutup) i mean, you'll really never know. and then now with vivocity popping up. and all the other cool establishments on the way. argh. so sucky. and st. james powerhouse :(. i still wanna live out that fantasy of walking home after clubbing la. boo. then even so, you cant scream your lungs out, blast music or do anything without fearing your sucky neighbours tattle tailing on you. and all my animals how? baby how? he's not gonna get used to it la. he'll probably do 10 sommersaults for me to see if we really do move out. sigh.. im getting very depresssed.

my birdbird will have no space. my fish tank will have to downgrade to those 2dollar plastic containers. my gerbils will have to settle nicely in baby's warm welcoming stomach. boo. :( and not to mention the other fella. rah, no more space! and whats gonna substitute my lovely mt faber. how are we gonna have cool lantern parties if we dont have my place as our arson HQ. i dont wannnt... :(:(

i think i shall be like the animals in the storybook,' the twits'. i will get alot of superglue, and stick everything down to the floor. so in that way, they wont be able to get rid of us no matter what. maybe just maybe..

this post is so dreadful. i need a haircut. speaking of hair, i can never understand why God gave us women armpit hair. so useless. not like men's armpit hair's very useful la. but still. its a can do without. it doesnt keep it warmer there. it doesnt nEED to be warmer there anyway. the world would be such a happier place without those hideous stray strands. i think its the only reason i'm thankful about having sparse, little hair. i could do with more hair on my head and eyebrows. thankfully im clean from the hairy things on my arms and legs. ah bother. i dont even know what im talking about. i better keep quiet. wait one of these days, i get a housefly stuck down there. eee. hahaha. i vaguely recall this incident where a very fat hairy indian lady had her arms up in the air, holding onto the rail in a suffocating, no ventilation non aircon bus. vaguely, because i dont quite wanna remember it. so yes, a housefly did fly in, and mama, she just HAD to get off the next stop. that poor fly. im certain its worse than tim's horrific account of the brunei jungle. u poor fly. if u still can fly. if not, ill half to call you a walk. or a crawl. or a squish! wahahaha.

the stupid motorcycle people are still zooming down mt faber. i swear they'll going in circles. up from faber lodge and down my side. so freaking irritating. dont make so much noise la. unless you let me join you. hur hurhhur. i heard you can ride in vietnam. i cant cant wait man. even if i cant, id go bribe some hanoi dude with my pretty tiny eyes and my gorgeous smile. worse come to worse, ill send lionel as backup la. rabbits are handy useful sidekicks, i swear. haha.

oh man, i can go on forever.

i just sprayed some very nice smelling mosquito baygon under my table. these stupid buggers have been buffeting on my very juicy thighs. its time theyve been taught a lesson. they need to understand that those thighs theyre sucking on holds up the ass of a very anti-mosquito being. so too bad. die you deadly things. die die die!

if i believed in the whole reincarnation thing, i might just come back as a mosquito la. haha. alan was saying the other day that with the amount of bread he throws per day, he's confirmed coming back as flour. hahahahaha. i honestly couldnt stop laughing. not too bad actually. flour's the building blocks of carls' junior's yummy burgers. ooh, everyone will love you la. and not to mention krispykreme. oh mama. being flour is wonderful! speaking of which, i still need to bribe christine into giving me some of those heavenly krispymamas lance bought from jarkarta. ooooh mama. the mouthwatering krispykremers are giving me krispykremey sugar highs! hahaha, now that i might be losing my job, i should seriously consider candy empire's offer for working at vivo man. ahhahaha. ill be the candy lady then. everyone would love me even more than bread lady. i know yyong would. then you guys would all be fat and bogay. haha. yayyy.

ooh, i should end here. if i continue to rant, the heavenly krispykreme images will pop out of my head. then i wouldnt have sweet donut dreams of..ooh..krispy...ooh mama..ohh krispy kremey..ooohh...