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Monday, May 10, 2004

ynoe i cant figure out if i've been rehired by FOTT or wot, man. they keep calling me back to do their bidding. which is a good thing, i spose, since im getting paid to do their bidding.

owell. money earned is a good thing, right?

anyways. i was out with the ol poly gang yesterday night. i was with Nadiah, rishi beardy, Naddy, Din abang, Chups and Elaine. we just mooched around and chilled out for a couple of hours. i love the ol gang :) however, the buggers had/wanted to go home early(like, at 11pm. thats pretty damn early, yo) so i called Chai up and asked him if we could meet up.

and so i ended up with Chai&co at Swing, which is this pub thats got a live band at cuppage. been there a few times before, its alright i spose. so anyways. we were all there to celebrate Eldon's birthday. well, everybody else was there to celebrate Eldon's birthday. i didnt know t'was Eldon's birthday til Chai told me. but t'was cool!! i later gave him a really really cool birthday present.. i'll tell you abt it soon.. *chuckle*

so yeahh. i was there with Chai, Eldon, Kensuke, Andre, Janice Goh, Priscilla, Glenn np, Mark, Sean, Ben, Neo, and these 2 other girls. i think their names're Jan(not to be confused with Janice Goh) and Chong Hui.

and Chai told me, "maddie, i like yer cross." coz i was wearing this ostentatious black jewelled cross around my neck. and Eldon said, "maddie, i like yer lace." coz i was wearing this clingy top that looked like lingerie and it had lace over the right boob. and then Chai and Eldon went like, "ooh.. maddie.. so sexy.." and im like, "shut up, fuck."

anyways. back to Swing. Andre was cool, he bought me my first bottle of beer for the night. thanks man, you rawwwkk. go go heineken! and Andre! he's a year younger than i am but he's so cute, i wish he was my lil bro. he's taller than me tho. then again, who isnt..? *grumble mutter mumble*

so yea. anyways. some of us played 5-10(my suggestion) and Janice Goh went all gungho, she said that the first time you get it right, the person on yer left drinks. which is what happens normally yea. however, if the person gets it right a 2nd time, the person on the left doesnt drink, the person has to choose either Truth or a Dare. and the third round, well, its just Dare.

and guess what? Janice Goh Pek Lin is sitting on my left.

and the whole night, only one person was made to choose either a Truth or a Dare. and it only happened once. and i got both rounds right. haha! so first round, Janice downed some Johnnie Walker straight(yea, everyone's gotta drink that during 5-10. i dont know who brought the unopened bottle down, but man, the entire bottle was gone by the end of the night). and the second round i got it right(no one else ever got a second round right.. i SO rock), she had to choose between a Truth or a Dare. and she chose a Dare.

so this is where Eldon's birthday present comes in. killing two birds with one stone, ynoe ynoe ;) lil ol efficient moi.

so for the Dare, i made Janice lick Eldon's year really seductively for 10seconds. pictures were taken, the moment was immortalised in film. yippee! happy birthday, Eldon. he liked my present, he told me he did.

and then of course i lost once at 5-10 and i had to drink the Johnnie Walker. it is bloody fire. but i got quite high la. luckily Andre had bought like 6 bottles of hoegarden(one of those bottles were for me) so i had smth to wash the black label down with.

anyways. most of us were in in this drunken crazy festive mood. t'was crazy, but t'was crazily fun.

lemme list down some of the stuff we did.
1)Eldon opened up the cgar one of the guys gave him and he smoked it. and he was like some giant pimp ynoe, with the swagger and the cigar in his mouth.

2)coz a live band plays at Swing, they asked if anybody was having their birthday there. and of course we all yelled, "Eldon!!" and Eldon waved his arms around like crazy. and they asked him up on stage, and asked him to sing a song. he didnt know what song to sing, the fella. but he picked a good song in the end, man. he sang No Woman No Cry by Bob Marley.

man.. the band played.. and Eldon sang.. and some of us at the table just stood up and SANG right along with him.. i was one of em. and we waved our arms.. and i took up a lighter and waved it along too.. and Glenn np took up the tealight thingy on the table and waved THAT.. man.. that was an awesome moment, man..

3)and most of us got really damn high as the night wore on. the waitress brought Eldon's birthday cake out, and we sang, and only a slice of cake was cut. the rest wasnt. i dont know who started flinging cake around, but i got it on my face and clothes and hair and back and jeans and even on my bloody jacket.

and i was so high i couldnt even clean myself up properly, Andre was cleaning Janice and me up. i mean, if i was sober i would've gotten pissed off to have cake on my face and all man. but i was high, and everything was just fucking funny, ynoe. i even found it amusing that i couldnt clean myself up properly.

i cleaned the cake off my face, and i thought i was done. and then Andre comes up to me and he's wiping me up and im like, "WHOAHH!! i NEVER knew there was cake THERE! or THERE! or THERE!!" but i said it all in my head la.

that was a great moment of self-discovery. almost felt like the moment Jesus was born.

4)i got really emo when i was high, and i went to take a piss, and alluva sudden i decided to call Donovan. and i was just being all fucking emo la.. *shudder* but yea. and i'd be talking to him in the loo, and Chai and Andre and whoever would be banging on the toilet door from time to time, yelling, "maddie! are you okay??" and i'd yell back, "im alright! fuck off!!" but they never did really properly piss off, coz they'd come back.

i love my concerned friends. they make sure i dont kill myself.. just kidding. i wouldnt kill myself ever. unless i got really really drunk one day and then i stumble onto a road and a lorry mows me down. but that wouldnt be me killing myself, that'd just be a tragic accident.

and not JUST tragic, it'd be bloody tragic thats wot it'd be, coz the world would never again have another Maddie like me, and then what would the world do, eh?

5)Chai toppled over alotta beer bottles the entire night. he spilled beer on Janice, too. i dont know, Chai was just super clumsy la.

6)and when i was high, i saw Janice gulping down the johnnie walker straight from the bottle as if t'was water. if i'd been sober i would've grabbed the bottle from her hands. however, i wasnt sober, i was inebriated. so iall i did was stare at her drinking and mumble to myself, "wah lau.. she's crazy.. she's damn crazy man.."

7)Janice and Glenn np ended up getting piss drunk and unconscious. both of em barfed up. and then Chai sent em back to his place so they could sleep. apparantly the both of em were really heavy. ah well. bloody deadweights, waddya expect, eh? ***

and after that, the bunch of us went to cine to catch Van Helsing at 4.15am. we met Soong and Eugenia, and only the both of em, Chai, Eldon, Andre, Pris, Kensuke and i caught the movie. the rest headed home.

and at cine, we saw Shawn there. Andre and i talked to him a lil, Andre more than i. they were both in the same year at barker and i dont know Shawn that well, after all. but the boy's lookin goooood!! *chuckle*

and we all kept bumping into Shawn at cine. i mean, its like 3+am at cine, there arent loads of people around ynoe? plus Shawn was wearing this long sleeved maroon shirt and you cant miss that shirt in a *not* crowd.

and coz i was still kinda high, i was doing stupid things la. like when the bunch of us were on the escalator up i spotted Shawn downstairs, and i yelled,"BYW SHAWN!" and then Andre would yell,"BYE SHAWN!"..and so the vicious cycle continues.

and i got a piggyback from Eldon outside cine, and Chai and Andre gave me a bloody wedgie. not that i was sober enough to give half a rat's arse abt it. i was juse a tad concerned that they'd over-stretch the elastic on my thong.

heyy, its a pretty thong, and i defend my pretty thongs with a vengeance(when im sober) alright.

Eldon had bought a 1 litre packet of orage huice with pulp and was drinking it straight outta the packet. i wanted some too, so i poured some into my mouth. i missed the 2nd time and got it on my neck and down my top. bloody hell. i had to go to the toilet and clean up best as i could but i still felt orangey sticky.

so yea. we caught Van Helsing, which is a pretty no-brainer show. but a good no-brainer show la. i quite fancied Dracula's three brides.

gorgeous, sexy, voluptuous, bloody evil and with the ability to fly.. what more could a girl want?

i started feeling kinda ill during the movie tho, and i kept fidgeting. my contacts were so damn dry, plus i was starting to have a splitting headache. but Andre, who was sitting beside me, was kind enough to offer me some of his water. thanks, dude. *grinz*

and t'was pretty cool. i quite felt like kate beckingsale in the movie. damn i forgot her character's name. but she was so cool. she had those spiky boots(which i've got) and she was also wearing this big black crucifix around her neck, like i was during the movie.

im cool!!

*cough* and after the movie, that was it. t'was 6.30am when the movie was over, and all of us were pretty damn tired. the bunch of us slinked outta cine.. and i saw Shawn outside again. Andre was talking to Shawn, and i said bye to em, and then i got into Chai's car. i would've gone home by myself but my headache was quite killing me. Andre wanted to gimme some cash to take a cab home coz he said that Chai was too tired to send me back but i didnt wanna take his money and besides, i knew that Chai could and would send me home coz chai's so damn nice. *grinz*

but really, i appreciated him sending me back la, i really did. he's a brudda for life, that fella. he's a real keeper.

i got back home, and i seriously thought i was gonna barf. i took a shit when i got back home, and my head hurt so i lay my head down and i nearly fell asleep. i soon realised that it'd be really gross to fall asleep in the loo with the smell of crap wafting in the air so i took my bath, lay down on my bed, and conked out from 8am til 1.30pm.

i even had cake in my hair from the cake-flinging at Swing but i was too damn shagged to wash it all out. t'was like gel, man. everyone had cake in their hair. blergh.

and thats abt it for the whole of saturday and half of sunday. saturday rawwwkkked my socks off.

and later, on sunday afternoon, i woke up, was a good girl, didnt go out with Donovan but stayed home with my mom instead, washed my hair and the cake outta it(finally), and did some chores before i went back to sleep and my mom went out with her friend for dinner. Happy Mothers' Day, y'all.

i love my friends, and i love my mommy too. *muacks*


spat vitriol @ 1:14 AM

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Wednesday, May 05, 2004

i've just completed Dan Brown's The Da Vinci Code for the 2nd time this week. it took me 9 consecutive hours to complete the book the first time, i just couldnt put the book down. my eyes were completely fried by the time i was done with the book, man. t'was like 9am in the morning and i msged Erwin to tell him that i was done with it. he'd only lent me the book the day before.

it really was a fantastic read the first time round. Erwin was half-right, atheists would love the book. it seems to take a side that stands against christianity. i even caught myself laughing and giggling out loud while reading coz certain bits amused me so much. like the mischief Leonardo Da Vinci(who i thought was simply brilliant, wayy before even before reading the book) can get up to, or simply coz the book talks abt how flagrantly pagan christianity really is.(i quite love that take, really) at the end, tho, the author really takes quite a neutral stand, its simply the evidence that seems to make it appear as tho he doesnt.

this 2nd time round reading it, i could've taken a longer or shorter time to finish it, i dont know.. reading the book was just to kill time. like reading it during telly adverts. or now, when nobody's awake and im dead bored. t'was more of an idle read the 2nd time round, reading it without the zeal to reach the ending as quick as possible coz i already know the ending. so i read the book(coz there's nothing else in the house to read without feeling overly familiar with the material), and now that im done with it, i decided to come online.

*yawnn* this dreary routine.. if ONLY it had a soporific effect on me. but it doesnt. in fact, im bloody wide awake, godammit.

anyways. frankly, reading The da Vinci Code just reinforced my.. opinions.. on christianity. i wont really go there, coz i dont exactly want idiots picketing outside my hdb flat or stoning me to death. it can all get so primitive sometimes.

as i quote Leonardo Da Vinci, Grand Master of the Priory of Sion(dont ask), he said: "Many have made a trade of delusions and false miracles, deceiving the stupid multitude." he also said: "Blinding ignorance does mislead us. O! Wretched mortals, open your eyes!"

..which was quite how i felt abt the followers of christianity. might i also stress that i am much of a pessimist, and that what i'd seen of so-called 'christians' further served to demonstrate to me how far off from the Lord they actually are. (most of) them show no sincerity, or genuine faith, in the religion. they're either selfish/greedy/annoying/pesky/boastful/(fill in the blanks with one or more chosen words) or all of the above, and blatantly went against the ways of the bible and the church, yet proudly called themselves christians over and over again.(by the way, i really wanna strangle these kinda people.. no bloody respect for their own religion, man) and those who show genuine faith display no understanding of why they even believe in the religion in the first place. i admit, and i know that i'll offend some people, such ignorance disgusted me.

how could one be happy NOT knowing? how could you have such faith in smth when you knew almost naught abt it? of course, there're all sorts of believers out there, and they all didnt impress me. these believers're like the faces of christianity, they represent the religion to me, and what i saw didnt reflect well on the religion at all.

lets not yet talk abt the opinions you have, hold yer tongue and outrage til im done, you impatient ones.(luckily for you impatience isnt a sin)

UNTIL monday, when i was out with Jon, Yong Lit and Chuan De.. my outlook on the religion has slightly altered coza the talk i had with Yong Lit.

see, in the past, whenever i expressed my vehemence abt how i couldnt stand that whole 'ignorance is bliss' crap that christians seemed to have abt their religion, or wadever else t'was that irked me abt the religion, at the end of it all, people would say to me:
(1)why bother? its their problem wad.
(2)there're questions out there that God leaves unanswered. trust me, maddie, i've got questions too.
(3)why get so worked up? its not good for you. eh what dya wanna have for lunch ah?
and the only answer that enraged, yet placated me, at the same time:
(4)christianity has done these people alot of good. if their faith does them good, and they're happy not knowing, yet live fulfilled lives. what's the problem here?

see. the problem now lies with ME. coz I'VE got a problem with it all. and the questions i had abt the attitude of christians still bugged me(along with other factors that bugged me), but i tried not to let it bother me or anything, coz i realised that i could get overly affected by the whole affair.(no shite)

so. i was getting to my point.

Yong Lit and i talked. abt christianity. and like i said, i asked the questions, he gave the answers. and for the first time(this guy knows his stuff, yo. three cheers for bible classes!), i felt like i was actually getting proper, sensible answers. answers that more than justified number(4), which was 'christianity has done these people alot of good. if their faith does them good, and they're happy not knowing, yet live fulfilled lives. what's the problem here?'.

this dude, used to be so anti-christianity he was practically satanic. i exaggerate, of course. but y'get what i mean. Yong Lit was seriously, majorly anti-christianity. next to him, i was nothing. not that im super duper anti-christianty, i've just got a slight problem with it. anyways. and now here he was, worshipping the floor the Holy Trinity walks on. 360 degree change, and totally weird. freaky. strange. unnatural, even.

but anyways. i'd known that he'd converted a long time ago, so i was cool with it. he's not a bloody preacher, ynoe. and t'was good to know that he was against hell-fire preachers. ooh.. i SO do not like those people. we got talking, and he answered alot of my questions patiently and his answers werent slip-shot, they were in-depth and detailed. when i asked him my questions, i didnt attack him, either. i held a genuine curiosity and respect for what he had to say, coz i havent met a single christian who's been able to give me satisfactory answers.(isnt that sad? what does this reflect on modern day christians?)

if i'd been grading those other christians out there, they would've failed. miserably. Yong Lit got a 23 and a 1/2 upon 25, which is a pretty good grade. ynoe, upon 25, like how you'd grade a literature essay.

anyways. i found the stuff he had to say pretty engaging. most of it, i was hearing for the first time.(since no other christian's been able to answer me properly on most accounts. not even christians who's gone to church and youth fellowship for years. godd.. the lousy buggers) he even told me a few pretty cool stories abt how the israelies managed to defeat the arabs at war, defending their land, when they had much less ammo and soldiers. that was cool. t'was a modern-day miracle, man. he's gonna lend me the dvd on that.

its a 6hour long dvd, but he said that i could fast forward to all the war bits. i think i wont do that, i wanna watch it all. hopefully i'll be able to pay attention long enough. narration's great, but i hope that it wont be monotonous narration thruout the entire thing.(i dont even know if there'll BE narration)

there were questions that Yong Lit werent able to answer, and he was frank abt that. not like some other people who act like they know alot but know jackshit. and i was alright with him not knowing those rare few questions, coz he'd already provided me with so many other in-depth answers to questions i had.

and yeahh, i guess im pretty much neutral abt the whole thing now. pretty much thanks to Yong Lit, he's reinforced my way of thinking to take a neutral stand on the whole christianity thing.

im still a lil shaky, of course. i mean, i havent exactly been rooting for christianity for most of my life.(since i was able to talk, i think) its difficult to take a neutral stand after all this time and accept the crap that the so-called christians are gonna dish out to me later on in life. dont get me wrong yea, the genuine christians, i support. you go do yer own thang and be cool, and dont let anybody be bringing you or yer faith down.(i hopefully wont go back to doing that)

right now, im gonna be as neutral as i can get, until somebody pisses me off. hopefully i wont meet that unfortunate soul. unfortunate for both of us, i think.

but really, i DO wanna be neutral. process info from both sides, tho not necessarily taking a side. that might be a lil tough, what with human nature and all, but i'll try. i've been too tough with christians and their faith for a tad too long, i think.(no shite) i figure, its more entertaining, educational and informational to be neutral, as well. and it wont kill my blood pressure the way my previous stand on christianity did.

just let no misinformed miscreant come preaching to me with his shallow takes on the religion, proclaiming allegories in the bible to be real, or boasting how much he knows when he knows naught. i wont do anything to him, but it can get really annoying. bloody buggers.

thankfully(for me), i dont see much of those kind of people anymore. mainly coz i dont go to, dare i say it, church anymore. actually, more like youth fellowship. and people i know outside know not to say anything, either coz they know how i feel abt the religion, or coz they dont know much and choose to keep mum.

hopefully, people will stop going to christianity for the wrong reasons. and i mean the WRONG reasons, like going to church to hang out with the opposite sex(or same sex, which ever way they swing), that kinda thing. and hopefully, people will start being more serious when they take up the religion. i think these days, christianity's being taken too lightly. religion isnt smth you take up for fun, its a responsibility. and i think that alotta people dont/havent realised that.

maybe if all goes well, christianity will start being taken more seriously by everyone, believers and non-believers alike. and i'd like to see that happen. you dont have to believe in a faith or religion to have respect for it, and maybe the faces of christianity will make that happen.

im neutral now. dont stone me to death. murder's a sin, anyways.


spat vitriol @ 6:42 AM

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Tuesday, May 04, 2004

its been exactly a week since i've blogged, and i cant remember much of what's happened..

well. some stuff worth remembering, or that i've actually remembered, anyways.

i went out with Nadiah, Rishi beardy, Din abang and Naddy on saturday. we just chilled out at parkway, aplnning to go to KL, talking rubbish. and then Nadiah(i love that girl!!) and i went to town to hang out for awhile before she went to meet Y for a movie and i went to meet Sara DJ, Sidney tinks and Jeremy.

well. the bunch of us just hung out at lido mac's. then we went to shangri-la *sighh* which was a complete waste of time. expanded energy for nothing. Bizhen, El Paulo, Mark 6, Danny, Erik and Gerald kor were there too. then we decided to leave coz we werent doing jack and the bunch of us ended up at balestier eating bak kut teh. Gekpuay joined us for supper there. bak kut teh was quite good, but t'was 5 bucks for a bowl.

i'd pay 5 bucks for a bowl of dog meat, not pork, but the bak kut teh wasnt too bad la ;)

and on sunday i watch like 9 straight hours of telly, gradually going blind as the radiation fried my frickin eyeballs. when i finally got up from the damn couch i had a headache. so much for a productive sunday. whoopEEE!

and on monday, meaning just a couple of hours ago, i was out with Jon, Yong Lit my senior and Chuan De. i havent hung out with em in yonks and t'was quite, how shall i put it, refreshing to be chilling with em again. *chuckle*

aye.. dont get me wrong la k. they're cool company aight!! we were at suntec, and then we got bored after mking plans to go to KL(wassupppp with everybody and KL man??), so we all got into Jon's mazda and we went to east coast. we ate at the renovated hawker centre there. we chomped(speaking of chomp, i gotta go to chomp chomp soon sia) down sting ray, olua and satay. the guys had coconuts, and i had sugarcane, which was bloody damn sweet. sugarcane.. el excellento, my muchachos.

then the 4 of us trudged to the beach, which was just a walk away from the hawker centre, and we sat down there just talking. and after awhile, i think we got bored or smth, and we migrated to kallang to sit by the water and talk some more. like Yong Lit said, we were just moving from one body of water to another body of water. and him and i talked abt christianity. more like, i asked him questions, and he answered em with the patience only a christian could possess.

intriguing stuff.

and then jon sent us all home, me first. coz i stay so far away from all of em, they're all East Side Kids.

okayy. and this is pretty cool. people're telling me that im looking thinner and all. lemme categorise it coz it makes me feel good, be what they say true or not. ha! talk abt being self-delusional, girl.

Rishi beardy: said that i've lost weight, im looking good, and told me that my body looks elongated. i told him that i added an extra rib to my body, see.(i am now Adam)
Nadiah: said that i've lost weight, im thinner, and i've got a nice tan.
Din abang: said that im thin.. i think.
Bizhen and Erik: said im thin and that i've got a really flat stomach.
Jon: said that i've lost ALOT of weight. he said that im chao da, too. and then he asked me what's wrong with me. i could see in his eyes that he thought that i was anorexic or smth. of COURSE im bloody not anorexic, i dont have the willpower and determination to not eat for extended periods of time man.

and im not bullimic either, i think thats alot worse than being anorexic, actually.

so yupp. thats it. thanks to those who.. "complimented" me..(allow me to continue being blatantly self-delusional, will ya?) and im engraving all this 'thin' stuff down in stone not coz im buay hiao bai.. oh okayy, i am, but its also coz i dont actually remain desirably thin for long, and i havent had so many.. "compliments".. over sucha short period of time, and im just relishing it ynoe.

RELISHING it!!!

so im thin. and gorgeous. bite me, biatch.

THIN THIN THIN! and GORGEOUS!!

*cough* anyways. i shall be calling Sara DJ now so that we can catch up on stuff. and by the way, when i say "thin and gorgeous" i actually think of Victoria Adams a.k.a Posh Spice a.k.a Victoria Beckham. godd i love that chick. she's got the bloody money, she's got the bloody looks, she's got the bloody body, she's got the bloody style, she's bloody got a perfect life!

cept for an unfaithful husband, but that can easily be resolved if her PA skills live up to its name.


spat vitriol @ 1:19 AM

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Tuesday, April 27, 2004



DO NOT CUT YOURSELVES. its true: its uncool, and pointless, too. if you wanna kill yerselves for real, cut along the veins on yer wrist. that means that instead of cutting yerselves crosswise as its so wrongly displayed by various forms of media, you cut yerself where yer veins are lengthwise.(parallel to the edges of yer arm) remember, its LENGTHWISE.

thats only if you genuinely wanna kill yerself, tho. after all, if you want smth done, you gotta do it right. and im sure you dont wanna screw up and not die, you'd just be in alotta pain, so you might as well get it done right the first time. and im teaching you how.(tho of course there're quicker and more efficient ways of dying out there)

for the rest of you out there who: cant take the pain of life/wanna know what pain feels like/need to replace the emotional scarring that you've gotten/want attention from yer friends coz you know of no other way to get it coz yer such a bore/want attention from anyone else/think yer a failure/cant deal with life's obstacles/wanna have cool funky scars on yer arms that'll never go away unless you laser the buggers off.. just go cut yerself the way they show it on television, give yerself shallow cuts on yer wrists crosswise over and over again, go right ahead. you cant die, anyway.

+ + + + +

have pride in yerself, ladieez and gents, is all im saying. nobody's gonna respect you if you dont respect yerself in the first place. its along the same lines of "Jesus only helps those who helps themselves". if you cant help yerself, seek help. take the first step, and the rest(difficult as the process may be) will follow.

i dont know who this entry is directed to, really. right now, i only know one person who cuts herself. i wish that she didnt, and i hope that she doesnt anymore. anyways. the entry's dedicated to her, and to everyone else who might be reading this. and also to the people who arent reading this, and're just slouched in a corner of their toilets cutting themselves, bathing themselves in misery.. it goes out to them even more.

man, this is such a bipolar entry. eye's twitchin, i oughta be sleepin. have a good day, folks. weather looks set to be good today.


spat vitriol @ 6:22 AM

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i spent saturday in town with Sara DJ, Sidney tinks, Jeremy, Marcus and Gerald kor. we were sposed to catch Kill Bill: Volume 2. but we didnt. wadever. saturday was an utterly complete waste of time, man. im sure Sara DJ would agree with me ;)

the day wasnt TOTALLY a waste of my time, tho. Donovan was out with the fellas, but they ended up playing lan, so we met up. and afterwards when he decided to left town, he sent me home, too. so that was cool.

and of course, i was with Donovan on sunday. i caught Kill Bill: Volume 2 with him instead. in my opinion, Volume 1 was alot better. more.. artistic and bloody and with elaborate fighting scenes that were choreographed. Volume 2 was boring and overly comical. and as for the elaborate fighting scenes, practicacally zilch, man. thats why i was pretty damn disappointed with the show, it didnt even cut the basics, and it didnt even remotely come close to the standard of Volume 1. if Volume 2 had enough gore and fancy footwork, i wouldnt bitch. unfortunately, it didnt(ohhh yeahhh it SO didnt), so im bitchin. perhaps thats the way Volume 2's sposed to run. *sighh*

anyways.

Donovan's actually been pretty busy with some stuff recently, and i was quite quite happy(should i use the word 'pleased' instead?) that he still spent the entire day with me. i mean, the guy's got important matters on his hands, and he still came out with me. he still meets me even tho he's ill, he's nauseous, and he's just taken medication in the morning before that're as strong as horse tranquilisers.(well, he says they're that strong, anyway)

for putting himself thru all that torture just to be with me, Donovan gets like, a million points in my book. i feel like squishing him now, he's such a dear.

so yea. i met Sara DJ in town first coz i was up since 7am and couldnt get back to sleep. she finished school so i decided to meet her after that. we're having our usual bitching session(at lido mac's, no less) before Donovan arrives.

he went to cut his hair. he's like one of those sacrificial sheep that those farmers in farms overseas use to shave as a sort of demonstration to a large audience before passing the stinky wool around the audience. ynoe what im talking abt. i do not fancy those farms much. boring, stinky, not educational and always with the same ol same ol animals.

ANYWAYS. Donovan arrives, and the poor boy's so drugged up on his medication that he cant even walk, much less walk straight. walking straight is such a feat, after all. so the 3 of us just sit at lido mac's coz 1)Donovan cant walk and 2)sara DJ's got nobody to accompany her. these poor souls. so Sara and i just bitch&gossip away as Donovan rests and listens to our endless chattering&nattering.

the 3 of us ended up spending the entire afternoon together, all the way til Shuping came, and the 4 of us went to support Jarrod dajie at his The Face competition at scotts. Donovan and i didnt stay the whole way tho coz twas getting late and i wanted to spend time alone with Donovan, he had to get home early that night as well.

sorry dajie.. you understand right?? anyways i cheered for you! and i saw you in yer undies! so everything was cool ;)

and Jarrod got 2nd place!! whoo!! isnt that just exciting?? and he was also crowned the best looker in underwear. yeahh. i think he looked the best too. the other guys looked.. wrong.. go go dajie!! whoop whooop!! Shuping.. yer dating a guy who looks SMASHING in underwear!! waddya think of that, eh?? *chuckle* how doth it feeeeeeel, eh??

anyways. Donovan and i caught Kill Bill after that, and then we went to NYDC(coz i was hungry) and between us we finished a bowl-plate of baked rice and a pizza. i ate a lil more than him. man. i felt like barfing my guts out after that, i was so full. the food was good, but i was just filled to the brim with food la ynoe.

Donovan was a big sweetie, tho. he said that i wasnt fat when i told him that i was eating too much/getting fat/or even if i didnt say anything at all. thats really cool. telling me im not fat when i dont ask for it. *grinz* AND him telling me when i didnt ask him that my fringe looked fine(when it obviously isnt, its retarded). this is why he gets a million points, man. this is what im talking abt.

i love that boy =)

to me, and i believe to alotta other people out there as well, fat isnt how people perceive you to be.(unless yer genuinely overweight, that is) its more of a personal standard. you tell yerself whether you look fat, like whether yer arms squish out by the sides, or if that lil bit of tummy fat is getting outta control.

by the way, ladieez, that bit of tummy fat ought to be there. its a layer of fat that helps protect yer baby when you get pregnant. smth like that, anyways. so ladieez, chill, yo. a lil tummy fat's fine, 20 inches extra isnt. then you should start worrying.

i've been eating and eating so much these few days coz my period's on the way. and i feel bloated, as well. *blergh* i still feel full from all that i've eaten recently, man. i've been gorging on chocolate, too. y'all know how i feel abt chocolate, normally. today, i finished a litre of chocolate milk. i feel like such a glutton. how unglam. cut down on food! start running! start leading a healthy lifestyle maddie!! righty ho.

anyways.

i've finished the Simpson's game already. finished it on sunday morning when i couldnt get back to sleep. thats cool. but at mario, im kinda stagnated, ynoe. its like how when you get smth new you make alotta headway and progress in the beginning coz you've got the real drive for it and all. after some time tho, you find it more and more difficult to move further up the ladder, progress is stagnant.

now that i've naturally started cutting down on playing the gameboy, im starting to feel like that abt mario. i've cut down from 16hours a day to 2hours a day now. 3 hours, max. i guess its to be expected that any progress i would make before would lessen now.

owell. i'll complete it soon. no biggie. im too close to completeing the game to give it up, man. now if only i could start feelng this way abt school.. ho humm..

listening to: If I Ain't Got you by Alicia Keys.
reading: The Hundred Secret Senses by Amy Tan.


spat vitriol @ 1:49 AM

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Saturday, April 24, 2004

god be playin wit me, man.

ynoe how i wanted to go for my tan just now? well, im obviously not at sentosa now, am i? instead, im at home right here and now.

i was packing my bag, and the last thing i packed was my lil radio with the headphones. so. i found the headphones, but not the damn radio. i'd unplugged it some time back coz i wanted to connect the headphones elsewhere, and i left the radio on my computer table.

and now its not here no more. *twilight zone theme song cue*

it like that, "gosh dang it! i KNEW i left my car keys on the table by the door!!" kinda situtuation. i KNOW i left it on the computer table coz there's nowhere else i could've left it. no, really. i couldnt find the damn radio, man.

god's good. he's real good. using a combination of his sneakiness and my ADHD, god's managed to hide my radio from my sight.

so i thought i'd be sneaky back la, ynoe. i sighed out loud and said(to no one else but god in particular), "i guess i cant go to sentosa to tan then." its reverse psychology, man. i tell god that im not going, and he gives me my radio.

and i DID mean it, too. i meant the 1st half of my sentence, but then i realised that i could use reverse psychology on god by the 2nd half of my sentence.

i was even planning on acting surprised, ynoe. like, the lil radio would just pop up on my computer table among some cables like some miracle(coz thats what god does, ainnit? miracles??) and i'd put on this real surprised & excited look on my face and i'd exclaim, "THERE y'are you mischievous lil bastard!! so THATS where you've been hiding!!"

i spose that lil tactic didnt work, coz he's omniscient and all(yah yah big shot mama la. psssssh). it started getting cloudy, man. real cloudy. in fact, its still cloudy. and the skin on my back still hurts a lil from the last time i went tanning, it hasnt had a proper chance to heal. or wadever it is that skin does, ynoe ynoe. AND im also tired coz i've only had 3 hours of sleep.

thus, using a combination of tactics, god has managed to thwart my plans to go tanning at sentosa.

wahh.. cunning ah.. cunning.. you good la, god.. you good..

speaking of which(god, that is), have i casually mentioned that Sara DJ claimed herself to be the spawn, i mean, child of Satan yesterday night at lido mac's? god would be so disappointed. tut tut.

i'd continue on this whole god issue, but then he might really strike me with a bolt of lightning. now, y'all know that i've just rebonded my hair, and i dont want my hair fried by some bolt of lightning. not cost effective, ynoe.(to my mother's wallet) chill la, god. we be chillllllllllllinnnnnnnnnnn, yo.

[oh this has been fun]


spat vitriol @ 11:19 AM

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this is so awesome.

im watching the Road Runner cartoon now. thats so damn ol skool man.. i loved Road Runner. and i still find it vaguely amusing, even now.(unlike other cartoons, ynoe)

beep beep!

tho i realise now that Road Runner aint exactly the brightest, hejust looks intelligent coz the coyote's so damn stupid. its like a comparison thang, like how you wouldnt know Good if there wasnt Evil, you gotta have both sides, ynoe what i mean.

ohh yeahh. and have i ever mentioned that i like all the Honey Star adverts??(its on the telly now) they totally rock man. what with the bear in the space suit(Captain Star, he is!) and every monster gets subdued with honey stars. frickin cool.

i like eating honey stars, too. sometimes when i gobble em down too fast coz im a greedy lil fuck, they sometimes get wedged in my throat and i gotta wash em down with mile, i cant swallow em, coza all the pointy points on those (honey) stars.

ow oww.

advert's over! telly time. did i mention that there's Spongebob Squarepants at 9am?

listening to: Someone Like Me by Atomic Kitten.
its sad, but this is the only song i like by the group. and they've just disbanded.(bloody abt time, damn!) awwwww.


spat vitriol @ 8:41 AM

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hot damn. i've been up since 6.05am man. wadahell. my body's still gettin acclimatised to socially acceptable and so-called 'normal' sleeping hours. which is like, 3am or earlier, and waking up by 1pm. its a tough job, but somebody's gotta do it!!

and i slept at 3am on purpose, and i was up at 6.(which is the time i normally sleep) only 3 bloody hours of sleep. how bloody annoying.

i think i'll go get a *darker* tan later, i cant get back to sleep.(and yet im tired. how bloody annoying)

anyways. i was out with Sara DJ, Amanda, Sidney tinks, El Paulo, Gerald kor and Jeremy yesterday. we were at.. umm.. *mumble*.. lido mac's.. as usual.. *ahemm*.. Donovan told me that the bunch of us should just install sofas in the place. i might have to agree.

and we all didnt do anything. we just.. sat there.. or walked around a lil. yupp. mm. hmm. uhh. yup.

i DID go to far east with Sara DJ and Sidney tinks ealier on tho. i liked this chunky punk-ish bracelet that Sidney had, so we went to far east so that i could get it. i ended up buying two(a black versh of Sidney's bracelet, and another dark red one). and Sara bought one.

we're bracelet punks now, yo!! put cher hannnnds in da airrrrr!!!!!!!!

*roll eyes da Sara DJ way*

anyways. so we continued walking around far east and i bought this chiffon halter top from "Sara's favourite shop". how do i know its her favourite shop? coz every damn time we go by the damn place, she'll always exclaim(macham like its her first time telling us), "OHH!! THIS IS MY FAVOURITE SHOP!!!!" before excitedly scurrying into the shop as Sidney and i amble in after her.

another impulse buys, but im realising these days that i actually quite like my impulse buys and they sitck me with me. umm. well. mebbe they dont really stick with me, but at least i dont really regret my purchases.

well. cept mebbe for that ape bag i bought. i look at it at night and it kinda freaks me out. like, all em damn monkeys.. they be LOOKIN at me, man. now thats real freaky.

anyways.

i gotta stop buying stuff, man. mom's day and my mom's bday both fall in the same month(that'd be may, for you real filial kids out there. but then im ure you knew it already right? *harx*) and now that im unemployed(man i sound like some dude who's bankrupt and jobless coz i blew all my money on shares and shite), at the rate im spending i wont be able to get my mom ANYTHING when may rolls around and then that would really suck. no, really.

im not a filial kid all the time, so these're like, 2 days when i actually CAN be. actually, HAVE to be, but i also wanna, ynoe, make it pleasant for my mom and stuff.

damn im filial.

gotta go check the weather to see if it'll rain. tho i doubt it will, it poured yesterday. yippee. long cumbersome trip to sentosa, here i come. *sighh* damn screwed up body clock.. if not i'd be asleep.. *grumble*..


spat vitriol @ 8:30 AM

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Friday, April 23, 2004

im gonna buy more gameboy games soon. need.. gameboy games.. need to.. sate my appetite.. rarrgghh..

im a greedy lil person. i dont slobber so it doesnt show.

anyways. i met up with Tim bro today. he gave me this topman shirt(size S, of course). its this dirty green with this big word SLACKER sewn on. he says the shirt has new meaning for me now that im unemployed. *blergh* nice.

weird thing is, i'd actually noticed the shirt when i was alone at topman some time before and never told anybody. i was even considering getting it but the size S was a tad too big for me coz it a guy's shirt. and Tim got it for me for my bday! cool beans! thanks Tim!

im getting stuff that i wanted but never told anybody.. and they're getting it fror me even tho they really didnt havta.. this is so frickin awesome. *grinz* first, the paul frank undies from Amanda, Sara DJ, Shuping and Jarrod dajie. and now this SLACKER topman shop from Tim. man. you guys rock. *twang twang twangs guitar*

anyways. Tim and i went out for dinner at this japanese retaurant at cuppage.. cant remember the name..(then again what do i remember eh?) and he footed the bill. thanks *again* Tim!

and after dinner he gave me a lift to great world and i met Chai, Janmeety and Kensuke there. we caught Starsky & Hutch. its frankly not that good. and hot damn, Snoop Dogg was like some Discovery Channel preacher man. godd. you gotta watch the show to see what i mean, man. but he was cool. i like Snoop Dogg. he is one tall skinny bastard, but he be rockin my socks, yo.

there was even this one bit where Snoop dogg's on the golf course and he said smth like,"i know alot abt grass." the bit's on the trailer, actually. and the 4 of us laughed coz, ynoe, Snoop Dogg be talkin abt weeeeeeeeeed. and so the bunch of us were laughing, and then i asked the gang, "are we the only ones laughing?" and they went like, "yeah!" and then we laughed some more coz everybody else didnt get the 'grass' thang but we did and we rawwwkkked.

umm.. okayy.. kinda just.. talked alot back there. but yeahh. hawhawhaw. cool beans! damn i sound like a retard.

anyways. Chai gave me a lift back home. i gave him wrong directions by accident(as usual) and we took a lil longer than usual to get back home. *cough* but yeahh. t'was awesome seeing the guys again. i havent seen em in months man, its been that long. whoo wheeeeee.

need job. shall ask Jenny more abt it, wont i, dearie? mainly coz i.. uhh.. forgot what she told me the last time i made inquiries abt the job.. crap. goddamn memory. its shot, man. ginko biloba, anyone? lets shoot it up our nostrils. *harx*


spat vitriol @ 2:45 AM

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Thursday, April 22, 2004

as we all know but frequently forget, the week officially starts on sunday, not monday. and its been a pretty damn bad week so far is all i can say.

i didnt even feel like blogging all this week til i heard William Hung's rendition of R.Kelly's song "i believe i can fly".

it is, very possibly, even worse than his rendition of "can you feel the love tonight", which was, by the way, worse than "she bangs". all three are, easily and without question, the worst 3 songs i've ever heard in my entire life. when i heard the song, i just sat right up, cringed at all the parts he went off key, when his voice warbled when it shoutldnt have, and frankly, his accent just grates on the ears.

true(and granted), the lil asian dude was the most popular choice of an AMI3 underdog. no look, no style, and most importantly , no voice but yet, EVERYBODY loved him. and he was an inspiration to people all over the globe coz if even WIlliam Hung could be adored, loved and worshipped, what more them, right??

but i sae, ENOUGH!! halt the parade of stupidity that follows in his William Hung's civil engineering footsteps!! stop the presses(from talking anymore abt him)! stop the media(from clamouring for more info on the dolt)! and stop the recording companies(from wanting to sign him up under their label) coz cmon, the bad standard's got to stop SOMEwhere.. right? please?

"i have no professional singing experience whatsoever." no shite, dude.

and americans think that William's such an inspiration and they're buying his album. they're still being fooled after all this time.. its amazing. seriously. thats really sad. i mean, they could be spending that money they used to buy that cd on a burger+fries+coke[upsized] man.(coz it costs just as much, they order not one, not two, but three meals)

William Hung is but a pawn by whatever label who bought the bugger. dya think they REALLY chose to sign him on coz he would 'inspire people everywhere'?? up my arse. they just want their money.. YOUR money. so stop being cheated/fooled/getting the wool pulled over yer cataract-riddden eyes.

okayy. im just insulting everybody arent i? im sorry. blogging brings out the best in me. plus, im just in a nasty mood. like i said, its been a piss lousy week.[actually, thats just an excuse. being nasty is just so much more fun. dont quote me on that.]

but first, a quick recap:

friday: Sara DJ, Amanda, Shuping and i went to Lola to support Jarrod dajie for his.. competition.. thingy.. i forgot what it was. but yea anyways.. all the male models were, well, modelling(d'oh) underwear. we all gotta see Jarrod in his undies, his thongs, his stripper hat.

his bum.. it is a beacon of light.. it shines and it glows. if i ever fall into a dark sea i want him next to me coz his bum bum will reflect the light(wadever light there is) and i wont crash into any rocks.

saturday: i went out with Sara DJ, Shuping, Jarrod dajie and Amanda.. we went to Tannlines coz they were having some huigeass sale. Amanda bought a bikini, i just bought a bikini bottom. i know, wadever right.

and twas so sweet of em.. Jarrod asked me to hug Shuping at tannlines. and i was immediately suspicious, i asked him, "why??" and Sara said, "just hug her la!!" and it took em awhile for em to convince me, im that daft. but when i DID hug her, Shuping held out this Paul Frank plastic bag from behind!! ta-daa!! and inside there was this set of Paul Frank undies in clear casing. 7 undies, one for each day of the week! so adorable.. i really didnt expect a present from em coz Shuping and Sara'd already bought me drinks on wed at phuture.

weird thing was, i'd actually seen it before but never pointed it out to em before but yet, by somew eerie coincidence *twilight zone theme song cue* they got it from me. what a twist of fate! whoo!! thanks you guys: Sara, Jarrod dajie, Shuping and Amanda!! you guys rock my world! *grinz*

and at night the bunch of us who were at tannlines went to this bungalow party at changi(the place is incredibly oolu-ated) and El Paulo, Bizhen, Mark 6, Kenneth, Erik tall viking dude, Benedict, Jeremy, Gerald kor, Danny and Gekpuay were there too. t'was Mark 6's campmate party.

and everyone was so sweet, they wished me happy birthday over and over again haha.. before AND after the clock struck 12. and at 12am, they made me drink this freezing cold cuppa lychee martini(braaainnnn freeeezeeee!! aieeeeee!) and some of em hugged and wished me happy bday again. cool.

the party was.. alright. well, pretty boring, actually. but the cool bit was that after 12am, therer was this belly dancer, and there were 2 fire performers, and i felt almost like they were performing for me.

of course they werent la. d'oh.

got home late, Danny sent me back. he's cool. he sent El Paulo, Sara and Jeremy home(east side!) and Gekpuay back(west side!) and finally, me, coz we stay pretty near each other. all of us wound down the windows during the journey, played techno, sang, along to mushy songs, sang to passing motorists.. t'was cool, man.

sunday: i went out with Donovan. he got me a gorgeous dark red(the colour's called Refurbished Flame on the box. funky, eh?) gameboy advance sp and 2 games.. Mario and Simpsons: Road Rage.

Mario's the genuine ol skool deal man.. this game was the first EVER mario game i ever played.. on my cousin's white+purple nintendo game box. its so ol skool i cant believe it man!

the game really evokes memories.. me and my cousin fighting over who gotta be 1st player(Mario) or 2nd player(Luigi). i didnt wanna me Luigi coz Luigi was ugly and skinny and wore ugly green overalls and he wasnt popular and EVERYBODY wants to be Mario, nobody wants to be Luigi!! pssssh. and also memories of my cousin being better at the game than i was, even tho he's 4 years younger than i am. then again, the nintendo belonged to him so he could play it all day while i only got to play it when i went over to his house. frankly, when he was younger, he was a brat and he used to piss me off and when i couldnt take it i'd scold him and make him cry. but anyways. my point was that i always went to his house not for his glorious company, but coz i wanted to play his nintendo. however, he's a better kid now, he's gonna grow up to be real tall and he's not a brat anymore and.. umm.. why am i talking abt all this again?

i.. digressed.

and as for Simpson's Road Rage.. haha.. i thought the face that Donovan whose that title was really amusing. and its really awesome man. i get to sit in a vehicle(it could be a car, it could be plow king) and bang down shite like roadlamps and trees and boulders and other cars and ambulances and police cars(those're worth more than normal cars) and all that kinda stuff.. and i get money!!(there's no points, only money) and from there i get to unlock hidden vehicles and locations to drive around(and bang more shite down) at.

i think Simpson's Road Rage really appeals to me coz in real life 1)i cant drive and 2)i dont get to bang down shite in a vehicle(coz i cant drive) or any other time, anyways. it really rocks. *grinz*

thanks so much for the presents sweetie. i love it lots =) and you, too.

anyways. back to my crappy week. i spose its still early to say whether its gonna continue being crappy, but well. gotta start somewhere, right?

so. on sunday afternoon i went with my mom to collect my specs. we cant find a bloody parking lot for 25 mins, and cmon, we're in hougang, the place(its heartland mall at kovan) ist sposed to be crowded. thats one thing. so anyways. my mom's driving round and round and walking right in the middle of the road of the parking lots is this woman holding a young child's hand. and the woman's husband is walking in front of em, and im thinking, "why isnt he walking with his family?"

anyways. my mom horns at the woman and child coz 1)she hasnt got all day and 2)she doesnt wanna run em down.(its either horn at em or mow em down, i figure) and later, as she cruises by to reverse and look for a parking lot, both of us see the man(the woman's husband) staring daggers at us. like, fucking bloody seriously diao-ing us. i mean, the guy's probably 40, and he's doing that whole diao-ing thing. he doesnt take his eyes off us, even turning to stare at us as we go by til his neck cant turn anymore(it would be freaky if it could) and im like, "wow this guy has a real major problem." and i give em the fucking bird. and the woman turns oround to see what her husband has been staring at and she gets the bird full-on. poor woman. she didnt deserve to see that, her husband did. bloody pig, he is.

and i was in town with Sara and Sidney on tuesday, and i accidentally bumped into this butch in some chij uniform. i apologised immediately, but she made this really loud, "tcht!" sound and gave me this dulan look. we were walking away from each other and then she started mumbling loudly(its a lil oxymoronic but ynoe what i mean) away to her friend abt me and telling her how i bumped into her and everything and i got so pissed off i shouted to her, "i said sorry, you bitch!!"

i dont see or bump or meet such people for years and years, and now i get two buggers in one week. nice. like calls to like, i spose? ;) heyy, i cant help it if i've got ADHD and i react impulsively right?(actually yes i technically COULD help it by taking my med but i keep forgetting to.. hell..)

and FOTT fired my ass coz their restaurant's going downnnnnnnn and apparantly they dont need so many people working for em. time to find a new job. hello? Jenny? help?? *harx* no, im serious, actually. need job. now. *grunt*

anyways. thats abt it la. if there is, i dont wanna talk abt it, so there. hooha.

and i've been playing the gameboy Donovan got me all day and all night since i got it. 16 hours on monday. whoo. if im not sleeping or watching tv, im playing the gameboy. i even play the gameboy during telly adverts. im a freak. Donovan says he's gonna take it away from me before my eyes get wrecked, but i say my eyes're wrecked anyway, what difference does it make eh?

lets see how much more crappy it can get. pssh. come and get me, fuckers of the world.

okayy i know that was unnecessary, just felt like sayin it, ynoe ynoe. be seein y'all soon.


spat vitriol @ 1:54 AM

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lollipop porn

Suicidal Temptations
gorgeous name

linkie for me?

say wot?!(grinz)



Maddie
18 april 1985
Interior & Architecture Design student
madchameleon@yahoo.com



keep it all alphabetical, baby



Arkheia
September 2003

October 2003

November 2003

December 2003

January 2004

February 2004

March 2004

April 2004

May 2004



Beautiful people
amanda
bernice
casper
diana
din
dior
edna
el paulo
elfe
elly
glenn
holly
ivan
janice
jayme
jenny
jing
keith
kwannie
|adydeath
li wei
moon
naddy
peishi
potboy
sara dj
shuping
sylvia
wilson
xiaxue
xuez
yingzhi
zairina
zhihao


May need adult supervision
all too flat
anomalies unlimited
awful plastic surgery
boners
bored
bored shitless
chortler
cockeyed
crash the system
doodie
free speech
gang stories
happy tree friends
i-mockery
joe
liquid generation
morbid
newgrounds
rotten
talk like a pirate
the spark
useless facts


Rocks my socks off
bobbin
boy meets boy
cascadia
cat & girl
exploding dog
diesel sweeties
dumbrella
he is just a rat
her!
frog children
loserz
love kitty
ornery boy
return to sender
road waffles
robot stories
sam & fuzzy
scary go round
skullboy & jack
small stories online
something positive
superosity
weebl & bob
wigu
white ninja comics
you damn kid






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