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May 29th, 2005 by lynnylchan under Uncategorized

It’s been a long week, a long and f87kery week. I like the swearing but I can’t bring myself to put “f**k” up on my blog, so it’ll have to be l33t-speak. What a totally f87ked-up week. As I was composing blog posts in my head, it sounded like I was high on crack or some other potent drug. I can’t remember half my thoughts that I wanted to blog. F87k. But you all know I don’t do drugs, I ain’t got no money and no supplier either. I came up with a set of equations:
No money + no supplier = no drugs
Money + no supplier = shopping
No money + supplier = trouble
Probably in this state of mind cos the book I’m currently reading (Ethan Hawke’s ‘Ash Wednesday’) has the main character doing meth. It sounds like a nice drug to try, non-addictive and not many side effects, although it busts your nasal blood vessels, apparently. I have no experience of it. What I know, I read from sixthseal.com.

I was kinda disturbed when I read sixthseal.com. Not because there’s an underground recreational drug user commmunity in Malaysia, but because NO ONE TOLD ME about it. I felt like I was back in school, being the nerd whom no one ever told gossip to. It makes me feel so left out. Sniffle. F87k.

Anyway, I’ve been studying all week for my driving theory test. I guess it kinda paid off, I got 50/50. Tralala. Nothing special to be proud of, the important thing is that I passed. It was quite f87ked up cos I was supposed to take it on Friday, but their server was down, so I had to go back today. I left the house at bleeping 8 am and didn’t take the exam until nearly 10. Then after that I had to wait for my instructor until nearly 12. What. The. Hell. I gave up shopping for this? And then I had to sit in on a 3-hour lecture on things I kinda already knew. Is it any wonder I was falling asleep?

The maid has left for home so we’re left to wash our own dishes and laundry, and feed the dog and clean up after him. Shit. (Quite literally.) But I don’t really mind, as long as I still have time to go for driving lessons and play my Harvest Moon game.

I didn’t want to blog about the Champions League final because I didn’t want to taint my memory of it. It was so perfect. It’s a memory I’ll treasure all my life, and even if heroes like Dudek and Smicer leave, it doesn’t erase the fact that they were on that team. They made half a million Liverpudlian dreams come true, and who knows how many more across the globe. Is that why we pay them so much? Because they make dreams come true? Not a bad price to pay, then.

I was observing the clothes worn by the girls and women at the driving institute. It could have been just the dress code, but boy, were they ugly. A couple in particular stood out. There was a girl wearing a T-shirt with “F**k” emblazoned on the front and back. And she was wearing a wristband. Now, honey, I know you’re trying to emulate Avril Lavigne or some other punk-girl, but that look is so old. Plus it’s sooooo vulgar to put the swear word on your person. It’s not cool and rebellious. It’s stupid and tasteless. Ugh! Talk about trying too hard. *rolleyes*

The other one probably couldn’t help her size, but I think she could have helped dressing in a giant T-shirt that wasn’t at all kind to her. She looked washed-out, like she couldn’t give a damn at all about how she looked. I mean, thank you for not putting your pudgy fat on display, darling, but would it kill you to wear a more feminine shirt? My personal rule is not to go out in T-shirts with hems that go beyond my hips. Because then they are no longer T-shirts, they are pajamas.

Sometimes I hate being in Malaysia. The puritanism has invaded every aspect of our lives. Why can’t I wear a miniskirt? I’m not Muslim. I demand the right to wear my miniskirt in public. If you men can’t control your lust, too bad. My 6-footer boyfriend will just have to fight you off, aided by my pepper spray. Idiotic male chauvinist f87kers who have such a narrow view of women AND men. Just cos they get hard at the slightest view of cleavage, doesn’t mean the rest of the male population is the same.

And I’ve been f87king ghetto-cised in my own country. My family and I were at Carrefour, and my mum needed to pick up some luncheon meat. It was not to be found in the canned food section. We figured it was in what I called the “porky section”. We walked all the way to the other end of the HYPERmarket to the little non-halal section. And after we purchased the luncheon meat, it was heat-sealed in its plastic bag. What, will the non-halal germies escape into the air and pollute it? Ok lar, I think it’s actually to prevent shoplifting, but still… I did not like it. I know it’s necessary to separate the non-halal food from the rest of the products. I think it was the walking that did it. Jaya Jusco separates its non-halal section as well, but their floor arrangement is such that you end up walking through the whole supermarket and the non-halal section is the logical stop at the end, just before the cashiers. (At least, it is a stop if you eat pork.)

F87k it Lynn, stop complaining. At least you know where to find your pork for sure. Perhaps Agagooga’s Anti-Halal manifesto has finally rooted itself in my brain. Ooh. Now I feel like wearing my little skirt out and causing a scandal of sorts. I’m sure the chiffon skirts so beloved of Singaporean girls and heavily admired by the likes of Cowboy Caleb has not yet made its mark here.

The closest thing I saw to the typical Arts girl look was a girl wearing a mishmash of 80’s and Japanese street fashion. She had on a halter over a tube top, and two wildly unbalanced ponytails secured with neon green scrunchies. (Er, not that Arts girls wear their hair like that.) Her skirt was the only real link, it was the pleated kind I see a lot of on campus. Only it was denim and not frayed at the hem. The funniest thing was, she was apparently shopping with her family. My gosh, how long did they have to wait for her to do herself up? If I had been her mother, I’d have told her to wear something sensible. No way would I be seen in public with something that outrageous. But then I’ve always fancied I’m secretly a WASP.

I miss my friends. EHOCer(s) reading this, have fun!