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Seeing that this will be my last post on Hollx.blogspot.com, I will post many pictures. Because well, this is goodbye and I like colorful goodbye's. Colorful in a literal way. No tears no drama just harsh shades of Blue.

I have been very busy lately. I have not seen my friends in about 7 weeks but it does not matter because I am too busy being tired. Like how it is friday and I am at home? Yes.

Last Friday I craved a cheese burger but did not have one. Instead I watched Edwin have one. And to all you Losers who are on the whole "Holly & Edwin" are dating thing, no. Friends don't date friends. Period. Unless Darren Brass is my friend. Then I would de-friend him in order to be a potential Love interest. Or Adrien Grenier. I also built a fry mountain. But my careless little finger destroyed it.


I get to work the next monday and it is morning and I am tired but I see a copy of Russh on my table so I flip open and snap some pictures that I liked very much.


I get some Great Spy pins and stickers because I am farmiliar with several(being two) of their songs. Then, being the only one in the office with Yo-yo skills, I get one.


Random shots


HALLOWEEN, BITCHES.


Hellaaaa scary Chantal. I did the cliche- Cat person.




This is Eeran. Chantal's cousin. She babysits him. And we took him down to go trick or treating.


So after getting like a WHOLE BAG OF FREE CANDY (Candy is ALWAYS better when it's free), Eeran's parents drove us back. In the car, they kept temping us with Micky D's. Yeah, I love Mac's and everything but no. We refused. Instead we(I) wanted clear soup. So we went to a coffee shop and... Lets just say we got a lot of random "meow's". Why do people here not know what Halloween is? Yeah girls my age know that it is an excuse to go out dressed as Sluts and Whores and stuff, but they do not know the real fun of it all. And people in general? Have they never seen a cat sipping pork-ribbed soup? I guess not. No worry. No worry. No worry.

I then wanted to go home but my mom suddenly, at 1am in the morning decided that she had to go to KL to meet someone, took off leaving me money in the drawers.. so, I hung out till pretty late. Feasting on our loot. Tootsie rolls and everything! So basically, Halloween was pretty rad considering how we didn't really have real plans. I then came home to Pumpkin Pie. I ate the whole entire thing.

Other than that today I went to Yingker's shop and his friend helped me re-do my neck? Seeing how it tore the last time. But it is better now. And good to go. Thankew! It is perfect.

Yes okay so this is the end. Much Love & Goodbye!

That's it. It is officially Halloween and I still have NO IDEA what I am going to be. Due to lack of material, my original "Cheeseburger" idea is no longer an option. Then I mentioned Pumpkin just now when on the phone with Chantal. But yeah, you know. Too broke to afford an actual costume.

Wait, I take the "No Idea" back. I do have idea. In fact, I have two. Homeless Person or Vampire or Sadako. Okay so that's three. Homeless person I have a lot of clothes that I paid good money for that after a few wears went in that direction. Still wear-a-ble. Grunge, bitch. Then for Vampire, I basically have lots of black.. which I am pretty sure is the air they breathe. But no fangs, yet. And for Sadako? I have long dark hair and I don't get sun very much so with my (relatively) pale skin tone I am basically the Real Deal.

Cannot decide.

I went out with Dawn today. And Saturday. The entire day. Right up till 1am. This Saturday again. She wonders why I never write about her. Come to think about it, I don't know why either. Not that she is boring or has bad taste when it comes to bags or anything. No, I just.. never remember the details of our time together. I do remember what she will be doing tonight. Halloween night. She will be staying at home. Alone. I hope reading this will make her happy. While staying at home. Alone.

I hate sleeping. Such a waste of my time.

I don't know what I will do later. Everyone going to random clubs tonight. Get crunk. WEAK.
I have to wake up really early for piano class anyway. Scales -_____-

I am now contemplating.. Livejournal or a new Blogspot. I could always kick it ol' school and go back to Diaryland. But Diaryland's pretty g@y. Hollx maybe. Mebbe. Undesiciveism killed the Cat. Thus, the birth of the Corndog. Not too sure how that works but somewhere I'm thinking between Murdered Cat and Flour.. Yeah.

On a lighter note (not that there was a very heavy one present but maybe the B below middle C. Yeah. Minor), it is the weekend. Quite excited. Quite broke. Hopefully, if things go well, I will get my Ray-ban's tomorrow.

Here. Video for ya. SUPERDOPE!

Labels: I R Cobra Starship

I get really stupid comments. Frustrating.
I will stop blogging for now and use this space for Videos and Online retail.

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Labels: Bitch

I have about a 100 videos I want to post. But, visuals get boring. So..........

Forget the videos. I say I write. Not that there's anything all that interesting to write about, but I DID go out with Chantal yesterday. We were having this conversation on how we read each other's blogs. We support one another. How pathetic. We are like Pink and the Brain. Seeing how I already have several plans on world domination, I can be the Brain. And knowing that when the world looks at Paris Hilton's chest instead of listening of what I will have to say, Chantal, my friend always, will be there supporting me. The only one in an auditorium built for 200, 000. Holding up a "Vote 4 Team H" flag. With that, I dub her Pinky.

The tables turn when it comes to shopping. I just follow her Majesty. She knows every collection of every Louis Vuitton, Balenciaga, Chanel, Gucci.. You name it she knows it. I mean, I have honestly never seen her carry "Regular" bag. Princess vibes Chantal.. Princess vibes.. haha

I am quite addicted to the online shopping mall. Dim Mak is number one but with everthing sold out, I am looking for number 2. Urban Outfitters pretty sweet. Onitsuka Tigers! http://www.hanon-shop.com/products/brand/onitsuka_tiger/
Baby Phat...... Yeahyeahyeah

I brought my lunchbox to work today. Yeah... now you know..

You can be my black Kate Moss tonight



Awesome, the Christian in Christian Dior
Damn they don't make 'em like dis anymore

New gospel homey take six, and take this, Haters

I'm trippin', I'm caught up in the moment right?
'Cause it's Louis Vuitton Don night
So we goin' do everything that Kan like
Heard they'd do anything for a Klondike
Well I'd do anything for a blonde dyke
And she'll do anything for the limelight
And we'll do anything when the time's right
Uh, baby you're makin' it

Labels: better, faster, Harder, stronger

I worked the doors at Home last night for an NUS foreign exchange party. It was one of those nights I will remember for a while. But before I get into talking about the evening..
Random guy over friendster sends Chloe a message: "Hey! Thanks for the add! I'm Samson by the way. Here's my email. Add me on Msn! Cheers."
Chloe: "You wish Chewbacca!" --That's the way.

Ok yuh. So, think 200ish drunk obnoxious white kids, all wanting to get into the club, probably for the make out and the (relatively high) possibility of getting taken home by a random. Sick. And you know how they are when in large groups, right? Sorry man we in Asia. Queue up or you wonnnnnnn't get in anywhere.
Firstly, like every Hot Guy(if I were to base it on regular girl standards) who'd walk by would TOTALLY check Chloe out. This one full on indie rockstar look-a-like told her that she was the prettiest girl he'd ever seen. Or something along those lines. Those lines offend me. Because guys are horrible. They tell that to every other girl. He then gave her a peck on the head and went on to partaye like how a rockstar would/should.

I have my own story too. I was chewing on ice. 34 year old looking bald guy who looks like he enjoys Bondage approaches. I will call him Spartan X.
Spartan X: "Would you want to go out to dinner sometime?"
Holly: "I dont go out with guys I don't eat dinner."
Spartan X: "We could go for drinks then."
Holly: "I don't go out with guys I don't drink."
Spartan X: "O-k..I see you enjoy chewing on ice. I know this place with really good ice cubes?"
Holly: "Thats, nice.. Have a good evening."

Cum Sucker. Yah. I asked this kid to fill up his name/email(standard procedure) and got called "Cum Sucker".

It was a good night. I have more but have to go listen to Siouxsie now. TGIF everyone!

Labels: freezies in the rain

Have you watched Napoleon Dynamite?

I like the part where he goes up to Deb at lunch and tells her "I see you're drinking 1%. Is that 'cause you think you're fat? 'Cause you're not. You could be drinking whole if you wanted to."

Aw.

Hello, grab your bag and let's go.
More out of place than anything you know.
Like an opera at a disco.
When all you wanted was a rock show tonight.
These lights, are they hanging in the distance?
Did they glimmer for an instant?
When they're shining do you feel alright?

The weekend the weekend the weekend was okay. Friday night I spent it with Chantal. We went to the place I promised I'd stay away from for at Least a month. Homeclub. I love that place, but, you know how you always shop at Kinokuniya but sometimes you have to walk down to Boarders because that is where VICE Street Style is? Yeah. As of November last year, I have spent almost Every weekend/a lot of weekday nights there. I need a new hangout. One without alcohol.

Anyhow, before going down, we were outside Wheelock's Starbucks where I was taking pictures of people who looked "Street". Chantal then saw a whole bunch of kids from her school. There was this one kid with them who had like, the best dress sense we'd seen on Orchard road the entire day so naturally I asked if I could take his picture.
So I took his picture and this guy next to him (apparantly he's a friend of Chantal's), goes- in an extremely bitchy tone and with OH MY GOD the cockiest face, "You want to take my picture? Everything I'm wearing is Armani." If I were braver and were one of those to "speak their minds" I would have probably said something along the lines of "Sure bout that? Because I could have sworn I saw that exact same shirt in Thailand for S$4.50." But, no. Being me, I ignore that line but inside my head I think to myself "What?! God. Get over yourself."
I then looked right and saw KC bouncin' in my direction. I go up to him and talk to him about the Elite. Also known as Jocks. I/we hate jocks.

I am going to do something. Something permanant. 20% of it based on compulsion, the other 80 because I feel like I've given it enough thought.

Hopefully at 50, I will look back happy.

Possibly "most watched video" on my youtube list, here's one for Saturday night.

Mars, this one's for you. And because it's for you, i'll blog about Bryan. Because he is good entertainment.

Bryan is super dope. Of few words, but dope. Dope being awesome. We hang out on his roof when we get bored at 3am in the morning with Quietdrive's cover of "Time after time" playing in the background. We then keep really quiet and try to enjoy the (relatively) faint background music. But, suddenly, at 3 am, Bryan will find something to say. Like how he needs a pool outside his bedroom window, because the view of his living room's roof isn't epic enough for him. And how he needs a pool table, for "after swim" purposes. He then realises that all his neighbours have sky gardens. He adds that to his "Things to add to house exterior" list. He then alssso realises that his computer's sound system isn't fantastic and that he wants a better sound system. Surround sound and everything. That boy wants the world.

A few weeks back, we were in the bus. Bryan and I sitting down, Mars still searching for her EZ-link card. I look out the window and see this guy in a yellow exercise singlet, sweating, smiling, and smiling some more. I look at Bryan and go "That guy's so weird..Creep." He looks at the guy and starts waving- straight faced. He then looks at me (still with his annoyingly straight face) and goes "That's my dad."
Oh my god. He is?! So, "Why's he all sweaty and in a yellow singlet?".. "He went jogging?" .. "Oh rrrrighttt". Opps.

Also, I let Bry watch "Loser" by Plastiscines yesterday (http://youtube.com/watch?v=lkexlb0UtIU). He described them as "Model's looking for a hobby".. which, really took the words right out of my mouth. Not a fan. I'm more of a French-rap meets Ed Banger meets Anti-Ed Banger Alex Ridha person. Yuh.

One more thing, I have lost my phone. After two weeks. But I am using the one I borrowed and never did return from the above mentioned.

Okay, I leave you with that. Can't wait for you to get home!

Labels: Time after time...

Labels: "Tell you I set you apart."

What up. I have been keeping busy with this and that. Like Omnikrom.

The other afternoon I was having lunch. Alone. At a coffee shop. Half way through, I looked straight ahead of me and saw a sign on which wrote "Free copies of Buddhist lifestyle magazines." Oh. No wonder the menu was vegetarian.. Also, in case you have no idea of what's going on in Myanmar, the monks are on protest.

Today, this girl, about my age, told her mom "I'm going to the toilet". Her mom then said "okay, be careful" and like every other foolish "don't tell me to be careful" teenager, she snapped back with "for whatttt". For what. For what?! You ignorant ignorant girl. The female toilet is a dangerous place. The soul of vanity, jealousy and lesbianism lye there. Not that any of those kill. But from a Mother's point of view, gardening would be a much better option.

I still hate pageants. I hate pageant girls. I hate how pageant girls get upset when people stereotype them. They shot themselves through the temple and they want to go around complaining about "the pain" ? God. Thats like eating chocolate and cheeseburgers, and then crying because "Oh my god I had Likkke No idea how many calories were in there. I mean, arn't Cheeseburgers like, All Naturale or something?"
It's times like these that I disagree with the whole "all publicity is good publicity" line. I say "No publicity better than Pageant publicity". But that's just me. If you enjoy hanging around deluded girls who think that 1.70cm makes them a model and all that jazz..go for it. Live the dream.

I also hate the President Star Charity. Or any Charity show with Mediacorp celebrities. I don't think the word "celebrity" fits. I mean, you actually have to be famous to be a celebrity. Like the other week everyone was talking about this "Patricia Mok" of local television fame. Patricia...who? The only Patricia I know is the one who my family buy's Christmas cake from.

Okay okay okay..........................

What up blogspot.

I went to church at like, 9am this morning. Which meant that I woke up at 745. We got there early, at about 835. We were early! Which was, good.. I guess, but weird. Considering how we're Always late for the 230pm service because my mom always leaves powdering her face and lipstick to the absolut last minute. She also occasionally takes another 5minutes to fix her hair. And there we were, not on time.. early! for 9am.

Anyhow, in church, they were singing this song with the lyrics that said "I am a friend of God". There I stood, trying to sing, but being Me, my eyes were racing all over the room in search of potential prey that I may mentally devour. Or just get find some humor in. You know how you sometimes see angry people in church? The ones who "tsk" at you when you go to the toilet and say "God bless you" only because the preacher said "Bless the person next to you". I looked around and saw so many unhappy Looking people mouthing "I am a friend of God". But then again..you know the morning has that effect on some people. My gramma always looks like the Grinch in the morning.

The moment the pastor started speaking, my eyes stopped wanting to race. I then fell asleep under my cap for a little bit. Next week I'm going to church in the afternoon.
Ok I have CUT later.. it's gonna be one long night. Taaaa.

4am, I am at home. No not Homeclub. Actual Home. The past few 4am I spent at Bryan's house with Mars trying to create "epic" moments on his roof with cigarettes and alcohol and everything else I don't do.

Today I went to church.. I carried the black bag to church. The black bag. I have everything in the black bag. A torn up flyer from a club in Bangkok. Empty mentos box. Charcoal pills, lipodrene. Regular panadol and feminine panadol. Small white pills but I can't remember what they are for and most recently Hoodia and a lot of multi vits. I am the pharmacy.

I have ssssssssso much work to do later before the evening. I think I will be staying at Chantal's tonight. But I am still not a hundred percent sure on that. 98, maybe.

Later I will write about my Grudge.

Inquisitive- myspace.com/djinquisitive




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Enjoy..

Labels: music make you lose control x10

Feeling extremely bored and lifeless, I decided to go on MSN for a couple of minutes. Appear offline actually. I only wanted to talk to dawn. We have zero sunday lives. Correction. She has zero sunday life.

Holly says:
I have plans! Im going to ikea with my mom! WHOO
Holly says:
Dawn i have a life

dawn says:
Thanks for rubbing it in hols

Holly says:
Ok i gtg Live my Life now. Bye!
Holly says:
have fun wasting yours on cyberspace

Moderately priced swedish furniture does equal to A Life when you're phoneless and it's either that or television while silently killing yourself with cellulite filled Cheeto's.

Oh dear, good afternoon. I am back to my previous life. Back to staying up all night, sleeping through the morning and then having breakfast at 2pm in the afternoon.
Well it's only been a couple of nights, but I have no make sure it doesn't become a habit. A bad habit that took many early mornings to get rid of.

Friendly people. They're great. But what about overly friendly people? The kind you meet in the train and after five minutes they want your number so that they can "keep in contact". So I was waiting for the train a few Friday's back. First I was going to City hall, because...alot of the people I knew were around the area or something like that. Just when the train to City hall came, I realised that I "hadddd" to go to Novena, so okay. I waited for that train.. Just before Thattt train reached, I got a text telling me to go to City hall. Suddenly that "had" became a "want" and a "want" is clearly not a "need" but I don't believe in dying to the flesh on Fridays. So back to square one, I waited for the train to City hall.

Ok nonono, that is not the story. While all of the above was going on, I was not alone. No, I had company. From Anna. Some nice sweet slightly creepy(anyone you don't know who talks to you IS weird) lady who started a conversation, and I fueled it. Yeahhh. I basically nodded and smiled and smiled some more and said "Oh okay". She also asked me how old I was and since I told her My Secret, I wanted to know hers. But just as I was about to say "and you?".. I rembered how women are stupid(we have our flaws) and see 40 as Old. Not that she looked 40. She looked about 34. Being just a few stops away, the "City Hall" announcement killed everything and I was like "Okay bye nice talking to you!". Here comes the bad part. She wanted my number she wanted to keep in touch she wanted to be friends because all of hers are married with kids and pets and she- still single and making friends on trains. Out of kindness I gave her my number. With the wrong last number.

That was a bad post. But I gtg.

Labels: Cause Im good like that

Thursday afternoon. I have been up for 5 and a half hours now. I practiced my scales, watched Dance Life, searched for apartments in countries I will never live in. One after the other, all failed attempts at breaking up the monotony of the afternoon.

I am now listening to Hilary Duff. Disappointed. No not because of Hilary Duff's music. She never could sing. Disappointed because I thought I had plans with my mother. I just heard her say "I'll come pick you up in a bit". Over the phone. To a friend. I not being that friend. To think I spent the past few hours waiting for her to ask me to "Get dressed. We're going out."

Okay, so I thought that I had failed school rrrright up till like two minutes ago when the lady at the front desk called to ask if I was coming back. I said No. She asked why. And I said it was because I had got a D. D equals Fail. Which is like the next worst thing to being burnt alive.
She then very casually said "D isn't a fail. You got a distinction." So I supposed I'm not the first who got decieved by the D. I immediately start smiling at myself at my computer at the speakers embedded in my computer. Is that how one describes built-in speakers? Ok so I take back everything I said. About Hating my lecturers. Wanting to feed their children to angry mice. Everything.

I am still in a state of shock. Wow. This is awesome. I can now use my intelligence and good grades to take advantage of my mother. For the next three days, I will(subtly) manipulate/worm my way into getting something out of it. Not that there is anything I particularly would like to have. But you know, you can't Have cake and not eat it.

With success comes celebration. Taaaa..

Labels: I rock too fast for love I’m footloose in my Velcro shoes

Good afternoon, how was the weekend?

Friday night I ran away. Ran from Marina Square to City Hall. Then to the club. Outside the club, Joey and Kenneth suddenly said "Funeral For a Friend!". So I looked around.. Seeing two groups of White men, I wasn't sure which ones were the rockstars. I then saw Kc and Aaron with the ones on the left. First I thought "what are they doing with white men?" The it hit me. "Duhhhh...FFAF?" Or well, at least the drummer.

But whatever. Who cares about famous rockstars anyway.

Also, that same night, I hung out with Bryan and Mars till 5am. We were very spaced out by then and started talking about... what people talk about at 4 in the morning. Trees. Duh. I can't remember our exact words, but it went something like this..
Mars: "I hate this tree. The leaves fall so much it's making me itch."
Holly: "Yeah me too. How annoying. I wish they just had regular trees, you know the normal ones?"
Mars: "Yeah, like the type with normal leaves."

Bryan: "Why are you guys even Having a conversation about trees?!"

Oh yeah, tursday night..over dinner, Lo and I called up a bunch of people to ask what the "I" in "IQ" stood for. We called about, 15 people? No one knew. Chloe said "Intelligence Qualification", Dawn told me that it meant "Intellectual Quantity" and a bunch of other weird and very much Wrong anwers. Finally Elias had the right answer. Intelligence Quotient. Ohhhhhhhh.

Yesterday my mom and I had a ridiculously boring monday afternoon, (Ok I enjoyed piano class) but other than that.. nothing but Channel 16. So we decided to watch No Reservations. The starting was so sad. There my mom and I were. She and I both sat there. Both pretending not to cry but both randomly sniffing and rubbing our eyeliner burnt eyes every 2 minutes. And after the movie we I asked the "Did you cry" question. We were practically weeping..

Also thought I lost my PSP. I almost had a heartattack. I didn't know how to tell my mom.. since I'm always OBSESSING on how people should be more careful where they place their handphones/ipods/psp/nitendo's. But Thank You Jesus- I then remembered I had left it underneath my seat in the car. So for now, can still do the whole (super annoying) "I TOLD you to be more careful" thing.. and wait for my turn to lose something.

Ok time to go, bye

Labels: Yet I still stay frozen

Labels: So who's gonna watch you die?

Yesterday I went to Suntec for lunch. On the way out, I stopped by Gloria Jean's to look at cake. While browsing the cake selection, some boy with annoying looking teeth came up to me and asked "Hi can you hold my water bottle for me for a while?" And well being the annoyingly "why not" kind of person, I said yes. I was very spaced out and Cake was still filling up 98% of my mind. The moment I took the bottle from him, I realised that the bottle was Empty. I then realised.. he's never coming back. I blinked, and when the blink was over, I looked through the glass window of some shoe store and saw him running. I had been tricked. Fooled. I was The Joke. But yeah whatever, used to it.
So I was walking out of the mall, still holding the bottle. Just as I turned around the bend, there he was. Still laughing (probably over that) with two of his friends. They were walking in my direction, and I in theirs. I then had Super Idea 1- Throw bottle at him. So I walk, they walk. I walk, they walk. Closer, closer, closer.. We're about 2 steps away from each other and just as I was about to give myself the "go" to throw, I realised...what losers they were. The kind of kids who carry the free nationay day bag and spend their weekends hardcore-daring each other to get random people to hold their empty Pink Dolphin bottles and then running away, feeling the most juvenile they have ever. They then spend their entire evening watching 17 year old girl porn because thats the closest they'll ever get to a well, real girl. And then spend the entire school week talking about "Tina" from "Highschool-Slut.com".

Ya. So I basically gave him back his.. empty bottle of Pink Dolphin. Let the kid have some fun. I hope that his cheap thrill has left him feeling fulfilled and I am glad that I played an important role in his personal less extreme version of "Punk'd- Right here in Singapore".

My mom is very cool. I asked her to get me some chocolate soy milk and she came home with 7 cartons of it. By "Some" I meant two or three, not seven. According to her "They only had seven cartons left, so I decided to buy them all, before someone else would."

Ok, friendship. I dislike all my friends, I like all my friends. I like them, until comflict comes. I then dislike them. They then do and/or say something nice. I melt, and feel bad for disliking them. But I think that that is how it is. The friendship cycle. Since we are on the subject on friends, Funeral for a friend is coming this Saturday and Caracal/AVA is opening. I am not going. I don't think I like their new album. According to Lo it is "too gay". I have only heard one song.

Ok going to meet Mint Ashley and Chloe to play, board games.....

Napol3on Dynamite was nice I am in Singapore. Napoleon Dynamite was SUPER-FR3AKING-AWESOME I am in America. Either way, it is now on my "Top 40 Awesome Movie" list (Even though I think I've only watched bout 30 movies in my entire life time). Not really a movie person. O-YAHh I watched Idiocracy the other afternoon. Second time. Long live Beef Supreme. Long live energy drinks. Electrolytes electrolytes electrolytes.

JPod by Douglas Coupland. Wow. I am only at page 72 but am at Wow already. Rrrrrr sddd finish 1 book. 4RL;.LLIJH . I think I need a normal d4y job. The kind normal kids hate. The kind that normal kids hav2. Also a00:::::::
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Labels: cuz I am like hot chi ck t hat u an;'t EVM T0UCH

1.) Admiring Nature 2.) Chloe does Signature Pout

So it is my birthday and birthdays equal dinner and dinner equals dress up and well in the process of dress up comes mess up and I AM A MESS.

I'm not big on birthday's but since my aunty is down from Cambodia and wants to take me to dinner, I said why not. Painted nails, glossed lips, powered nose, I decided to go all the way and go for... Fake Lashes.

Not such a good idea after all. They are quite horrible. First I didn't know which side went on which side. Or maybe it's a "no particular order" thing. Secondly, they couldn't stick on. They just wouldn't stick. Even after several tries. I then got desperate tried applying the glue to my eyelids, and then stick the lashes on. Still didn't work. I figured they might be spoilt and tried using another box (the first box already looked like messed up bird feathers by then). I did the exact same procedure. Nada. Nothing. I soon gave up and I am now left with a right eye covered with black eyeliner- smudged by the glue. Why did I even bother.

I aborted Plan Dolly Parton and I am now going to go back to mascara and an eyelash curler. Perfect. And I am out.

Labels: new words for old desires..n every birthday card I threw away

Why does myspace not work? I would like to say some things to some people. Or just say Hi. Because I have about 50 numbers on my phone, most of which are official Starhub/Dragon Games/Service Center numbers.

Why is it when you decide to be sensitive, suddenly everyone around you seems well, obnoxiously insensitive? I don't know but I think it's because the moment you start to use that God-given gift, you start to unwrap yourself from the aluminium foiled layers of insensitivity you were wrapped under. So, I guess you're then just lying there exposed. Like an open wound, you are easily affected/prone to infection. I need some anti-biotic.

Also feel quite empty on Tuesdays Wednesdays Thursdays and Friday afternoons. I have breakfast and wait for lunch. Dinner takes forever to come and by the time it reaches the desire for food isn't there anymore so I skip it but by 12 the cravings are back and the fighter within me gets too tired to fight and I give in. I then gorge and wake up with a tummy. Mondays are good. I learn music basics and progress. Very slowly, but the progression is there.

Why do people question everything? Can one predict the precise damage a car will suffer before a crash? Why does Wolf come before Howl, and Death before Life? Some things are Meant to be obscure. Are Meant to be vague. Are Meant to be read backwards, upside down, and still the sentence will have an unfilled blank.
Folly before destruction but to say that would be an understatement.
Does one anticipate the anti-christ to come on Christmas day? That- maybe. I have to go.

Labels: Strangest places

Labels: It's me who's got the demons to wrestle now

blogging is no longer fulfilling

Hello-ka. How is everyone doing?

I have been in BKK for a few days now. I don't know what I've been doing here, other than eating meals of which portions might be able to feet an entire family in Africa. My mother has gone to the grocery store or something, so I have come to a cafe to get on wireless. It's called "Au Bon Pain". Having zero knowledge on how to speak Frech, it sounds like some sort of bondage cafe/place of self-inflicted pain when I say it out loud.

Day one, my Mother and I got into a little "tiff" at the train station. She then boarded the train Without me. Without me. Without me. She thought that I was right behind her, so she boarded the train. I tried to squeeze in, but it was WAY too crowded. When the turned around to see if I was there, the train doors had closed and there I was, outside the glassy train doors. She then disappeared. Gone with the train. I suddenly got scared and felt nauseous. I've gotten lost in Jakarta, Malaysia, South Carolina.. I wasn't about to make Thailand Lucky number 4.
I then remembered her saying "We're two stops away". So I got on board the next train. I then got confused. "So, do I get off on the second stop? Or the third? Okay I'll look out at stop 2, and if she's not there, i'll get off at 3."
She wasn't at 2. When I got to 3, she wasn't there either. I was a little afraid, cause I forgot the name of the street I was living on. As I was on my way down for a cheeseburger(satured fat calms me down when unstable), there she was. In black. Angry, upset, more angry, more upset. Never before have I been so happy to see my mother so worked up. Yes.

Other than that, I went for Foot Reflexology. I am very tickleish so I looked very awkward trying to resist the tickle. I have no camera with me though. So all I will ever have of this trip will be memories of tickleish feet and this one girl. This mean girl want to be. Blog about her in the next post.. To be continued..

Flying kisses and bear hugs from Thailand, ta!

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Hi. How is all?

Mom: "Do you like Kway-Chap?"
Holly: "Whats Kway-Chap?"
Mom: "HOLLY YOU'RE SINGAPOREAN. How can you not know what Kway-Chap is?! Everyone knows what Kway-Chap is."

And I thought I had the whole "Number 1 Singaporean" thing going for me.

Anyway anyway anyway, I had piano class yesterday with a substitute teacher. I played the same bar like 15 times and got it wrong all 15 times. I read the G as C like 10 times, and my phone rang about 4 times.
So much for a good "first impression". I could almost sense the frustration. I still have 2 more lessons with him. I would I could work on the "second impression" but then the "third impression" would also be the "last impression" so there isn't really a point. But I could, just for Impression's sake.

What makes a good impression anyway? I honestly don't know. That is why I carry a box of Hot Tamale's around with me and offer them to people I meet for the first time so at least they remember me for something. Hellllllll I'd rather make a moderately-bad impression than no impression at all.

You know how sometimes you see someone from school who you only talked to about 0nce (and it was only because you had to borrow paper and a pen), and so you see that same person in town and part of you says "Heyyyy I know her, maybe I should say Hi". But the other part of you says "Hi? What for? You only talked once. And it was desperate talk." Then before your mind can work quick enough your hand decides it wants to be all social and starts waving to that girl you borrowed stationary from.

After the wave and the whole "spur of the moment" is up you realise you don't even know her name. And it's not like you forgot. You just never bothered to ask. To think you spent 3 whole months in the same class with her. You will now forever never know her name. Until you accidentaly find her on friendster, of course. Afterall thats what it was created for, no? Connecting people?

Ok have to go.
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So we paid the Tanglin club like a life-time membership fee under my dad's name like 10 years ago and now my mom wants to start going back there.
Mom: "They might want your dad here. I know, I'll tell them he's dead, so then they'll let me join with the card under my name."
Holly: "They might want to see a death certificate."
Mom: "I'll tell them that he died in America." Hahahah

I went to look at fitness classes. I am thinking about joining one, not yet but in the near future because... well... I am nothing but many kgs worth of Candy and Brownies and Char Siew and more Char Siew and since Char Siew is basically pork which is like 90% fat I am basically that. You are what you eat. I am pork. Pork is me. Time to burn.

PIANO TIME! 3 songs for Monday. Terrah!

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Holly: I can't remember what I said but I passed a sarcastic remark.
Chloe: "You're not in my Anti-Bitch Club, because you are a bitch. I need to add in one more rule. No sarcasm."

Hahahahaha I love her

I woke up to a women speaking in french trying to get me out of bed at 12 in the afternoon. That women was my mother. A women of many languages. She can speak like, 6 languages? I can speak.. F-Language, Gibberish, English, and fragmented Chinese so that makes me almost quarto-lingual. If the saying "Like mother like daghter" bears as much truth as they say it does, I will end up being a local everywhere I go.

I'm supposed to be Overseas now, but due to an unforseen circumstance, I am still here. Basically, Chloe got really sick so we had to sacrifice Fun in order to nurse her back to Annoying (she gets very quiet, calm and unannoying when sick). I do get to go to the Band Concert tonight that Dawn, Cheryl and I had got tickets for. Not going away yesterday means going away another day. Which means I won't be here for WOMAD. Alot of cool acts. Asian Dub etc etc etccccc.

Amy Winehouse and her eye makeup. Pretty nice.. for a whore. How is it even considered makeup? She looks like a She-Satan with really bad eye makeup. In her case, I'd say less is more.

According to Chloe, today is "Change for The Better Day" and in her effort to well, "change for the better" she has opened an "Anti-Bitch" campaign (no backstabbing, no telling of secrets).
Quotes Chloe: "Yeah, so basically you also don't tell your friends secrets. Unless they're really dumb. You also can't steal your friends boyfriend's." Hahaha

Going back to playing the piano has made the happiest since I stopped going to school. Ok have to go practice. Bye!!!

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