Monday, November 21, 2005

no phone? bring on the alcohol!

Earlier on, I typed an immensely long rant about the loss of my phone, and I was reaching the epic conclusion: 'The world is full of dishonest dickheads' before my computer decided to go kaputttttt on me with the 'Blue Screen Of Death' (the phrase aptly coined by Yang'en). If you abuse your laptop the way I do, you might have seen the gleeful words on the screen "Dumping physical memory..." and a bunch of unintelligible numerical jargon which makes NO SENSE whatsoever to me, except that it signifies the betrayal of my laptop once again, and that my blog post which I had spent the last 30mins typing was lost. Excellent.

As you can see, I lost my mobile phone. Again. And it was only one month old. It took place last Friday night within 2 mins, just by walking from Jo's to Bayswater tube station. I have no idea what happened, Jo and I didn't even hear my phone drop at all. Both Jo and Lalang tried ringing it, but the fucker who picked up my phone had happily switched it off. Well now. Considering it held all my contact numbers since my 1st year in London, as well as a good number of camera pictures which I've not uploaded to my computer from Trance Generation with Jo, Jing, Jess, Lenny and James, I was mighty upset with the fucker myself for being so careless once again.

What happened to honesty and integrity? I myself have just picked up a phone a fortnight ago and I returned it to its owner. Sometimes, it just doesn't pay to be nice. Or rather, I'm just bloody sway as usual.

Coupled with that, the terrible Harry Potter movie (it doesn't do the book justice, which is only like, 10000000000x better), and a throbbing headache from the wind chill, let's just say it wasn't one of the best times of my life. It was only through the belated re-discovery of alcohol later that night, which made things much better. Much, much better. The next 48 sleep-deprived hours were spent opening bottle after bottle of wine and cava, playing 5-10, jumping up and down to DJ F.F and laughing hysterically over nothing.

Photos by DJ F.F

Btw, I somehow always end up with the Four Kings. I don't know why. It just happens - every 2 out of 3 games. I really have the most incredible of luck. At least there's J to drink it for me, heh.

So folks, the moral of the story is: if you consume enough alcohol, it can cure anything! But... it's only for the time being! Other than reasons such as: 'I've lost my phone', 'It's Friday', 'We haven't been out for ages', 'I've got a headache', and 'We need to recover from that bad movie', you are strongly encouraged NOT to drink. We are all aware of (and occasionally suffer) the nasty side effects including a bloated tummy, verbal diarrhoea, two left feet and visual distortion. And a bloody hangover the next day.

You are, however, allowed to celebrate your dog's birthday according to Lynne's Guide to Occasions for Drinking, which happens to occur sometime next week. All are welcome to join in the merry-making to celebrate the esteemed birth of my discreet cough beloved dog Bubu! He's not around in London, all the more reason to celebrate! Errr, I meant that's why all the more we have to throw an honorary party for Bubu. If all goes well i.e. not overladen with procrastinated work, I'll have details up later this week!

But before that, can all of you please MSN or email me your contact numbers? Thanks very much!

p.s. I promise: guests bearing gifts of alcohol would receive a complimentary-special-limited-edition postcard of Bubu. Very rare and valuable.

blueprint

I will like to spend my days, as though they are my own, which I mostly end up doing in halves, for duty beckons, and I am answering its clarion call. Soon enough! I am also a veteran procrastinator.

fresh monodies

if i die.
beethoven makes the world go round!
i really should be doing my 3 schenker graphs for ...
a quickie because i feel like it.
it's all been done.
headache.
and it all fuses together.
panicking.
it's always MY fault, innit?
it's been long in coming.

previous rants

August 2004
September 2004
October 2004
November 2004
December 2004
January 2005
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November 2010
January 2011
February 2011
August 2011
October 2011
May 2013

treatises on life

arty jen
betty boop
carmentica
charming-linn
chasing snowy cars
cheeky lynn
cheryliciously glam
clean and cute
cyclist-mad bass
darling dominic
feisty jing
fellow ditz-sista/porkSTAR
hail mary!
hell's kitchen
hero on the beach
h-Euge heart
hunky lenny
lipgloss queen
little cheryl
live n learn, baby
lolita lou
loony loon
mr popular
musically dan
m y s t j
phringe
princess tania
roger smurf
runaway pigeon
sabotage king jeremiah
sibling angst1
sibling angst2
spector dan
spunky tian
steffy bunny
sun-sunzzz
teeny wee-nee
weeeee, leonard!
yangtze yang'en

frivolous pursuits

for shallow ppl
for very geeky ppl
for the truly bored
spun prose
binary thoughts
past imprints
some stamps
montage of images
other memories

mulling over

And there were phlegmatic souls.