.: A little taste of obscurity :.

2006-01-14T16:48:00.000+08:00

hide-and-seekI'm no longer posting here anymore. Ask me if you want to know where the new spot is. And now I will wait for Adrian the Love of my Life to message me on MSN:Adrian: KAH KAH KAH Adrian: fucking weak bitchAdrian: cannot stand not bloggingSu: fuck you lahAdrian: so whats the new address?Su: fuck you, you dont need to knowAdrian: www.emoweakgirl.blogspot.comAdrian:

2005-12-27T13:29:00.000+08:00

avalonYou said you’d meet me here. I waited and I waited but you never materialized before my eyes. Why aren’t you here yet? Granted we didn’t promise to comfort each other’s shadows today but we always make unwritten meetings anyway, so where are you?The slithery cold winds of dusk brushed a hissing whisper against my ears.Your friend came and leffftWith another friend no lessssShould you

2005-12-06T18:37:00.000+08:00

sp8ceboy you've missed meJust for you ++JBOT. <3 mIRC f0r3v3r:: Another pointless rambling at 7:08pm ::

2005-11-21T10:50:00.000+08:00

shitty teeveeWhat the fuck is up with reality television shows anyway? Every time I veer away from Nickelodeon, Cartoon Network or Discovery, I get assaulted by some stupid Reality TV bullshit. It usually has some stupid ho bawling her eyes out or some metrosexual dude otherwise known as Fancy Pansy™ expressing his feelings, vying for some random prize like being the slave to a tycoon with a

2005-11-15T09:50:00.000+08:00

Dear [K] and maeka,I am sorry.I didn't fucking mean to get drunk as fuck. But hey, I did get drunk as a fucking bitch nonetheless, so the both of you are allowed to beat the shit out of me whenever.I don't fucking remember anything after the last Sambuca shot but I will believe you when you said I puked like a motherfucker in your car. Sorry. I really seriously fucking am. Thank you for moving me

2005-11-08T04:16:00.000+08:00

seven : emotional bulimiaoneseven for meWhy do I promise to end your sorrowWhen my buried feet fear tomorrow?Why do I valiantly shoulder your burden,When my detached gaze so down trodden?Why do I crown dreams on your mane,When my nightmares keep me sane?Why do I lullaby your days to slumber,When my insomnia tears me asunder?Why do I bare fists for your freedom,When my words plot endless treason?

2005-11-02T00:13:00.000+08:00

goodbye (the second birthing of a human being)At any time during their conversations, she could pinpoint exactly when his voice would break into a squeak (whilst reaching the climax of a story) or when it would dip to a condescending tone (when he's making a sarcastic remark). She loved everything about his voice. The truth is, she loved everything about him. I could spend an entire evening

2005-10-26T03:23:00.000+08:00

chemical loverSetting sun, you hold my handPerfect picture, you're not my manUnchartered flight, step out of lineSpontaneity, when you're not mineAny circumstance is a good excuseTighten your heart with a leather nooseAnd you know you're a little tainted You see you'll never be satiated Glamorous over rated emotionBulimic relationship complicationsJust give me a chemical loverNothing more than a

2005-10-19T20:05:00.000+08:00

emo gao gao (for the OKR/Brem Park fuckers)Today is a very proud moment for me as a responsible and respectable sister of a 20 year old boy whom his friends refer to as a loser, because today is the day the little fucker has finally gotten a girlfriend. Sure, he's entertained the entire OKR/Brem Park motherfuckers with countless stories of bad shaped hoes who plaster infatuated looks on their

2005-10-12T14:39:00.000+08:00

nineteen seventy nineThe skies are a bright blue, freckled with inconsistent clouds and a glaring sun that brings out your beauty. A waft of warm breeze grazes your cheek, pushing your hair to expose your ears so you could listen to the rustling of the leaves that uncovers a distant memory. I watch as the blades of grass perform an unsynchronized yet oddly enchanting dance with tiny, yellow weed

2005-10-06T14:58:00.000+08:00

the messiah's photo albumI watched as she closed her eyes, exhaling a waft of cigarette smoke that trailed from her lips cling onto the thickened air and gradually disappear along with the events of the night. It was a ritual for her to smoke a cigarette after sex, as if the cloud of smoke was the closing curtains to the theatricals of her mind. I, on the other hand, would rather fall into a

2005-10-05T15:38:00.000+08:00

for the friends and loversI could've died that Wednesday morning. What's worse, I lost consciousness, so I would've died without even experiencing my last breath. My biggest regret however, would be not saying my goodbyes to the important people of my life. The saddest scene would be me laying silently in a box whilst everyone gets a chance to say whatever they want at my funeral. And drink and

2005-09-27T12:51:00.000+08:00

random rambling part threeAn alcohol whore will always be an alcohol whore. And when she can't go out to a club/bar/coffee shop/playground/roadside to drink with a bunch of motherfuckers, she calls her friends to go over to her house finish her Chivas stock. So the Sampah Keling came over to my place after Twilight Action Girl at Loft to be Moonlight Party Boy. Being the true pariah that he is,

2005-09-22T10:37:00.000+08:00

meeting people: helping the disabled socializeI have been stuck at home for about two months now, sitting in various corners of the house, contemplating on the hardships of life and being fearful of the general public. When your whole life takes a complete halt and your beloved car you bought with your own money is taken away from you, along with your money, posture, speech, looks and

2005-09-19T10:26:00.000+08:00

fuchsiaI could write so many things about youBut this time my words can't carry a tuneI could tell the whole world of all your beautyBut I'm drowning in your fantasiesI would like to challenge all your beliefsBut this time my mind's floating adriftI would like to tell you stories from beforeBut I'm another sea shell washed ashoreDo you know Whenever we're aloneYou turn me to stoneDo you

2005-09-07T02:26:00.000+08:00

midori is for pondansI hereby publicly announce that I think that I suspect that I possibly, maybe, quite likely, could have a slight alcohol affiliation. Yes, I just harbour too good a friendship with alcohol. True drunkards will refer to this as condition as 'alcohol commitment' or 'appreciating God's gift of wheat, hops, barley, sugar and yeast', whilst pussy badminton-playing freaks who

2005-08-27T20:36:00.000+08:00

no woman, no crySince I've been confined in the house for fucking forever (Alcoholics equate each spare hour to at least 2 mugs of beer so the past 3 weeks of home stay without a drop of alcohol has been like 10 long years caged in the outskirts of Brunei with bland food, crap TV and no fucking nuclear bomb to fucking kill me already goddammit someone kill me now), my mother has happily decided

2005-08-25T05:09:00.000+08:00

mementoSo bright were the lights that glimmered throughout the town, the shadows felt claustrophobic. Incomprehensible chatter mingled with the bass lines that reverberated between the weaves of the night to abort any thought that threatened to form. Cigarette smoke and cheap cologne clung tightly onto the air, confusing the senses which most of the nocturnes already chose to ignore.I spotted

2005-08-22T18:08:00.000+08:00

an apple a day, FUCK YOUMy neuro doctor is a fucking bastard. When I was in the hospital looking like a mangled, drooling, wobbling piece of sorry blob plastered in random dried up blood patches, he managed to con my confused ass by telling me I simply have to wear my neck brace for six weeks and Hallelujah Thank The Heavens Above my neck fractures would heal. He also assumed that I might break

2005-08-20T20:53:00.000+08:00

not tuffAlright, check out the new background design. The Love Of My Life with the Ass Of Bricks™ took the effort to design this to mock my Emo Weak Handicapped Girl posts. It fucking rocks anyways, so I'll disregard the blatant diss. A lot of people have asked me whether I design all these backgrounds. What the fuck is wrong with you? I think CMYK is a deadly weapon used by the Germans, how the

2005-08-17T17:39:00.000+08:00

don't forget me part two : for the weary loversif you still want me, please forgive meSometimes...I hate having to act nonchalant as a show of strength for you to lean on. You don't know I use all the energy in me to keep the tears away.I hate having to prevent you from resorting to drugs that will eventually kill you. You don't know that the same drugs keep me from killing myself. I hate

2005-08-12T03:20:00.000+08:00

don't forget meIt's 7:15 pm. The bright bursts of red and orange shades blanket the sky, welcoming the coming of dusk. Twelve hours earlier I was watching streaks of white and blue taint the evenly coloured dark sky. I'm tired. I spent the entire day searching for you. I went to all your favourite hang outs hoping to spot you there. I went to that café by the busy alley where you usually spend

2005-08-08T16:40:00.000+08:00

sell-out saleThese days, nothing is a fucking talent anymore. You're no longer born with talents, you can gain them. With enough laughter stifling and choking from flipping through books from the Self Help section in MPH and some random mamak restaurants in PJ and Damansara with a Quote of the Day written in whiteboards, you'll realize that half the idiots out there believe that "where there's a

2005-08-04T15:01:00.000+08:00

taking system of a down's 2002 album too seriouslySo I've finally seen my wrecked car. And for the first time in my foul machine gun mouth life, I was speechless. Yes, me, Su-Yin, the Tits Of Fury, the whiny ass hoe who kept on yapping despite the doctors telling her to shut the fuck up and let the stitches set and had to periodically have someone feed my dried mouth with water, was as silent as

2005-07-29T12:44:00.000+08:00

tiuniama lali punaSitting at home may be a fucking luxury for most normal non-deformed people, but when you can barely sit properly, being at home all fucking day is quite a chore. Watching TV hurts after a while because your shoulders and spine start to protest and start acting like whiny girls on PMS. Walking from the living room to the bed room is like climbing up Mount Everest barefoot with

2005-07-26T11:05:00.000+08:00

what happens when an emo writer is hospitalized from an accident ... 1. gets high from medicationlucy the pixieHello. My name is Lucy and I am a pixie. I like how my name rhymes with my species. Cute, don't you think? Lucy the Pixie. Rolls off your tongue like a butterscotch toffee before it melts in your mouth. Unlike most pixies, I don't live under a polka-dotted mushroom or in a pink flower

2005-07-24T17:08:00.000+08:00

apple juiceYes, fuckers, I'm finally fucking back. For those of you who didn't know, I was away for more than a week because I was busy cheating death / avoiding paralysis / wrecking my car / giving actual work to firemen and policemen / acting macho / looking even more bad shape. So I gained consciousness to a mouthful of pain and blood. I remembered seeing a gloved and bloodied hand stitching

2005-07-10T03:17:00.000+08:00

modern romanceHer eyes opened with such a sudden jolt that even her shoulders jerked. The shock immobilized her momentarily, leaving her to stare at the white ceiling above helplessly. Questions fled through her mind, leaving no space for an answer to form. Where am I?How did I end up here?What am I doing here?Was I sleeping?How long was I asleep?Is that a bug on the ceiling or a spot of dirt?The

2005-07-06T04:34:00.000+08:00

the first and final explanationI come back from the hospital, and what do I have to fucking endure? Some bad show idiots on my comments box. As much as I hate to disagree with the infamous comment box flamer INTERNET POLICE (he's just too damn funny to hate), Lainie is right, there are too many idiots reading this blog. But fuck, you all can argue for as long as you like, diss me all you want,

2005-07-05T16:40:00.000+08:00

stanleyLast weekend and the past couple of days were spent in a hospital. Contrary to all my fucker friends' beliefs, I wasn't admitted due to alcohol overdose. Not drug overdose either, as the doctor in the 24-hour clinic kept saying despite me whimpering a pathetic "No". I had to be rushed to the hospital due to some chronic high fever which left me looking like I was posing like some war child

2005-06-23T16:03:00.000+08:00

random rambling part twoFor those of you who bothered to notice, I have been away for a bit. I mean, if you don’t find me drunk and yelling like a crazy bitch for Twilight Action Girl to play Smashing Pumpkins on a Friday night, I’ve either died, ran away or I’m busy getting fucked in the ass by a huge hairy Indian dude whose real name is probably Babu Basha but goes by his ghetto Nigga name Baby

2005-06-21T15:02:00.000+08:00

supernova space love This boy I know his name is Spaceboy JoeHis words depressed even poor dead PoeThe creepy dark was his private parkWhen it gets really quiet that's when he'd sparkHe loves good music it made his heart rouseHis yuppie I-pod his music whore houseEven though we agree radio has gone to HeavenI've caught him singing along to S Club 7We'd talk all night and half a dayYes we're

2005-06-08T18:25:00.000+08:00

for youAnd so it isThe shorter storyNo love, no gloryNo hero in her sky.:: Another emo-ambient rambling at 6:15pm ::

2005-06-06T01:46:00.000+08:00

fucking shit, this isLike three quarters of the world’s population, you would’ve probably watched Star Wars. Doesn’t matter which fucking episode really, because every different episode means jack shit to me because previously before last week, I have only ever watched Episode 1: A Big Steaming Pile of Horse Shit.When Nael found out that I have only watched one episode of Star Wars, he screamed “

2005-05-26T10:41:00.000+08:00

emotional landscapesAs usual, the scene replayed; a boy and a girl juxtaposed under the night sky. The faint moonlight did nothing to illuminate the night compared to the overworked bright neon signs and orange street lamps. A couple of teenage kids on their skate boards moved past them and jeered."I love you sweetypie!" one said in a high-pitched tone."Ooo, I wuv you so mwuch" the other

2005-05-20T09:55:00.000+08:00

ill pillI woke up feeling dizzy. My head was spinning so hard, I thought it was trying to deny its attachment to my neck. Struggling to stand up, I also realized that my knees were weak as they wobbled slightly when I stood upright. Suddenly, a strong wave of cold shivers ran amok through my body, like a battalion of shadows released from captivity. I tried to recall the events of the night

2005-05-09T17:29:00.000+08:00

google THIS, josh motherfucker limHi, I'm pretty sure you're aware of the situation now between you, me, Michelle, etc. And you and your friends on Nael's blog. I'll forgive the drunken attempt you made at strangling me with my own tie, but I'll like this online Josh Gimp* bashing to stop. If you have a problem with me, say it to my face. Rather than inconvenience everyone by bringing it up

2005-05-03T10:29:00.000+08:00

you're not an alcoholic when you ... 1. Bring 70 bucks to a club but end up swiping for another 120 bucksYou tell yourself that you're going to take advantage of Loft@Zouk's One For One Promotional Hours by spending about 62 bucks on a jug of whiskey and coke, so you'll end up with two whole jugs for yourself to enjoy throughout the whole night. By the next hour, you realize you STILL feel like

2005-04-29T15:06:00.000+08:00

they lovedHave you met this brown eyed boy?The windows open to a depth unclearWhere he sings and paints and plays with his toysUpon the mine fields splattered with fearHave you met this brown haired girl?Wind inspired little leaps and dancesBestowed upon her fire fingers that twirlPetrifies you into a love filled tranceHave you met this brown eyed boy?Whispered stories and echoed lullabyesA

2005-04-26T10:24:00.000+08:00

equally damagedThe trees lining the streets moved past me in a hurried pace. They all looked the same in this blurry glimpse, one replacing the other as the seconds ticked. I wound down the window, in the hopes that maybe if I breathed the same air as the trees, we could, for a brief moment, share the same feelings as victims of circumstance. Wind blew forcefully against my face, causing my eyes

2005-04-25T10:05:00.000+08:00

seventeen syllablesYou open your eyes. You instinctively reach out for your mobile phone. 5:26pm. Seven new text messages.That means you ran away for more than nine hours. Again. Again. And again. Aren’t you tired? If your mind connected physically to your body you would've been the best long distance runner in the world. Of course, that's just an idea in your head. Everything is always an idea.

2005-04-19T10:43:00.000+08:00

random rambling part oneI've just recently discovered that this blog looks like a lumpy, middle-aged hairy man's oddly-shaped and diseased nipple when viewed with Internet Explorer on a Mac. Since I suck at all this futuristic objects such as "the Internet" and "computers", all I can say is: Too fucking bad. If any of you bothered checking on the HTML codes or whateverthefuckpukicibaikiahorseshit

2005-04-12T14:47:00.000+08:00

and you will know us by the trail of deadDespite my ever-increasing beer belly and progressively mutating face, I still manage to attract weird men(?) who were spawns of women who sinned so terribly in their past lives that they were punished with human-dog hybrids for sons. Anyhow, God should've contained the punishment within them, but noooo … He had to unleash these Sin-Spawned-Freaks upon us

2005-04-04T10:14:00.000+08:00

the showdown at dawn aka the battle between logic and truth"You're not ugly, but I can list 100 girls I know who are more beautiful than you are," he whispered softly, as if he wanted to challenge the residents of the night to a silence competition."But..." he stopped in mid-sentence, sifting through the recesses of his mind so hurriedly yet with a contradicting sense of carefulness. His eyes

2005-03-29T09:45:00.000+08:00

attacked by a whiny asian dessertI should’ve known the day the world’s best Creative Director decided to leave my agency, it was a sign of shittier things to come. I should’ve known, that deep beneath his laid back façade, he was secretly plotting a revenge against me, for all the times I assaulted him with my brand of stupid jokes, attacked him with really corny ads, brought him to near-death by

2005-03-22T10:13:00.000+08:00

vermillion plastic bagIt’s one thirty in the afternoon and the infamous tropical weather lives up to its reputation. The scorching heat seeps through my cotton t-shirt and decides to stay within its threads. Usually, I would be cursing my ill luck, having being born and raised in a country such as this, when I could have been living in a place where my moods would change once every three months.

2005-03-14T10:42:00.000+08:00

too much stupidity will kill youAbout two, maybe three weeks ago (I have issues with memory these days. Alcohol is the most likely suspect to have killed my brain cells, but I always believe that one is innocent until proven guilty. Yes, including Michael Jackson. In fact, I really think we should leave him alone, let him touch kids, so what? Look, if I were a kid, who grew up wishing I could

2005-03-07T13:15:00.000+08:00

pen palsBefore I start on anything today, let’s all take a moment to reflect on the year gone by, from the moment the off-on tim was born till today.Of course nobody gives a flying fuck, but I heard he’s buying free drinks to anyone who gives a free plug, and by the dirty loincloths of Isaac, son of Abraham, quivering under his father’s dagger, I’m an alcohol whore who’d do anything for a free

2005-02-28T10:53:00.000+08:00

it started out with a BminorThe best Creative Director the world has ever seen has decided to leave my agency. Now, I’m not saying he’s the best simply because he has big feet, ahem, but also because he’s intelligent, articulate, benevolent, laid-back and the first person in the industry who is not conceited. Whilst other Creative Directors spend their lives picking up accents, dining at ambient

2005-02-22T08:47:00.000+08:00

join the clubWhen I was younger, I was once the President of my school’s Interact Club, multiple times a class monitor, a dozen times a committee member of a dozen clubs, editor of the school magazine and always voted the Head of the School Canteen, where I was also known as The Hideous Beast of the Night Who Lets No Ounce of Food Leave Her Sight. And even when back then when I didn’t quite

2005-02-15T00:14:00.000+08:00

fireflies (and dire cries)Hello little fatty bluebirdFeathers covered in dirtDo tell me whyWhen in solitude I cryAnd even after I try to dieThe tears never seem to dry?You there brownish piggyYes the one whose tail is wigglyDo answer me thisWhy in slumber do I turn and twistBleeding balled up fistsShadows bestow me a kiss?Greetings slimy earth wormSlithery body soft yet firmDo let me knowWhy

2005-02-13T14:01:00.000+08:00

sour timesLaughters rolled out of their mouths. They bounced off the floor, hit the ceiling and crashed upon her head. Her eyes couldn’t keep up with the pace at which the laughters were moving. One by one they slowly cracked her skull. It wasn’t long before her hair matted together in thick, bitter blood. The voices surround her once again. They solidified into heavy, dangly substances,

2005-02-07T13:11:00.000+08:00

Fool enough to almost be it Cool enough to not quite see it, doomed Pick your pocket full of sorrow And run away with me tomorrow, June To have a random stranger come up to you and say “Hi, are you Su-Yin?” is still too fucking weird for me. “Hi, I’m drunk, and you’re attractive” and “Hey, nice tattoo, my name is ” no longer surprises me because hey, I only attract drunkards, or furry Indian men

2005-02-03T10:38:00.000+08:00

an encounter “Hello, what you like?” she spoke in her broken English burdened with a Thai accent. I stared at her dumbfounded. Her eyes shifted its direction to the skewers of meat laid out on the grill. She lifted her left hand to wipe the sweat forming on her forehead whilst her right continued turning the skewers, to ensure the meats cooked evenly. A middle-aged woman came up to her and

2005-01-31T10:34:00.000+08:00

give me time to whine and dine The workload doesn’t seem to be getting any lighter at all. And when I say ‘work’, I don’t mean my day job as the Tits of Fury, but my full time night job as the industry’s top Copywriter. If you’re in advertising, you’d understand what I mean when I say ‘night job’, and if you aren’t in advertising, then well, just get back to gossiping in the pantry and getting

2005-01-18T23:37:00.000+08:00

behold the glory! Look, since last week, I've been fucking tied up with so much work, I haven't even had time to read about Lainie's sexual adventures. So stop asking me why I haven't updated my blog. I think the work is making me slightly insane as well. Hell, over the weekend, I slept in the SAME ROOM with THREE different men INDIVIDUALLY and absolutely NOTHING happened. And one of them was

2005-01-10T02:31:00.000+08:00

too legit No matter how many times it has happened, I still feel weird that random strangers know me as ‘the owner of su-yin.blogspot.com’. I’m okay when people refer to me as ‘the hot chick with a brain’, ‘the weird chick who likes emo music’ or ‘a couple of tits and a pussy’ but when I’m referred to as some sad loser with an even sadder online life, I just feel … so … Nael. (Just kidding, I

2005-01-03T11:29:00.000+08:00

The Canned Peaches get death threats Ever since the day I fell in love with alcohol, I have spent all New Year’s countdowns getting drunk or too drunk to even fucking count. Hell, I don’t even need a lame reason like ‘New Year’ to get sloshed, but I guess it makes my friends believe that I don’t really have an alcohol problem, I just ‘want to celebrate happy occasions’. And every fucking year

2004-12-23T01:46:00.000+08:00

let's just be friends I hereby declare Friendster, the revolutionary online community which has remained in BETA version ever since its birth two years ago, is the Internet’s biggest whore house and idiot farm. Sure, you can make it sound clever and fancy by calling it a ‘portal for individuals to connect’, ‘free service that bridges the gaps between you and your friends, old and new, young and

2004-12-14T10:39:00.000+08:00

oh wart a night Last night became quite violent. Before I knew it, I was involved between a metal rod and some swift, hard swings. The night actually started out beautifully, I had some Yong Tow Foo so good I fucking wanted to bend over and have the cook slap me on the ass with his ladle. This is nothing weird, really, coming from a girl who wouldn’t mind marrying a pig farmer in a bacon

2004-12-07T16:24:00.000+08:00

on this day, three years ago I was sprawled across the two-seater sofa in the living room. The forced breeze from the ceiling fan brushed against my skin and weaved into my hair as I was watching the television relay images and sounds to me at random. I mustered enough energy to reach out for the coffee table where my mug of hot, milky coffee stood. As soon as the aroma of mass manufactured

2004-11-26T10:47:00.000+08:00

kutabare got naeled And so the drama continues. We've all been voyeurs for more than two years; we laughed at their miseries, scowled at their mistakes, rolled our eyes at the pictures of them holding hands, shook our heads at their immorality, basked in joy at their quarrels. When the drama spits out a twist, we're the first to sit upright, concentrate and spew a slur of comments. But when

2004-11-17T23:09:00.000+08:00

to slack and sever When I was younger, I used to think that the police were in charge of protecting and serving the country. Now that I’m older, I’ve transformed into a sexually active, fully busted woman with an exquisite taste for fine tobacco and matured whisky and my opinions on the police have changed. You’re still stuck at ‘fully busted woman’ right? Anyway, back to the topic. Yes my

2004-11-08T01:18:00.000+08:00

hetero metro is bullshitro These days, every movie you watch, every advertisement you see, every MTV you gaze at, every club you drown yourself in alcohol in, every Toyota Altis/Honda Accord/Proton Waja you overtake, every café you engage in pretentious conversation over a Tall 1 ½ shot Caramel Low-Fat Latte, you’ll have the unfortunate chance to encounter the new-type species known as ‘

2004-10-26T13:15:00.000+08:00

losing it "Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence" - Henry Louis Mencken It was bound to happen to me one of these days. After years of making crude sexually explicit parodies of Valentine’s cards and sappy pop love songs sung by high pitched males and blow horn pitched females, I have finally succumbed to the forces of nature. After cussing and spitting at dozens of friends who

2004-10-19T14:34:00.000+08:00

speed kills I was engrossed watching a caterpillar meander across a leaf of a desert rose plant in my garden when I heard a loud crash. Startled yet somewhat annoyed that it snapped me out of my concentration, I looked up to see what had happened. Over the fence, I only managed to see the top half of a Mitsubishi Lancer wedged in between the body of a Honda Civic. The air around me suddenly grew

2004-10-12T13:41:00.000+08:00

would you like a stalker with that? part 2 For some reason, I tend to attract weird stalkers. Now, it goes without saying that I’m pretty bad shape. Not only am I bad shape, I’m also a loud, annoying, bitchy, crude drunkard whose IQ level is much lesser than the amount of dollar bills in my purse. Have men’s tastes in women changed drastically over the evolutional period or are they just getting

2004-10-08T10:39:00.000+08:00

ten things i’ve learnt after getting my tongue pierced recently 1. It doesn’t hurt during the piercing As much as I’d like to act hardcore and macho and deny the pain and all that goth drivel like what The Rasmus has been wailing about the joy of torturing oneself by choosing to wolf a greasy, fattening burger instead of a wholesome salad, it really doesn’t hurt having your tongue stabbed

2004-09-29T16:08:00.000+08:00

an ode to adrian Walking around aimlessly in mid '99 Minding my business, biding my time Sun beating down on my sweaty skin My jiggling fats causing quite a scene I remember stopping mid-track But it wasn’t because of a lamb rack It was him I remember clearly Wearing the same Korn t-shirt I loved so dearly Of course on him it looked wow! But on me I looked like a cow That's how I first noticed

2004-09-22T10:52:00.000+08:00

the truth on a damp Tuesday morning Note: Listen to 'Gabriel' by Lamb for the ambience. As with every morning, she brushed her hair in front of the mirror. Her long wavy hair refused to stay in place, quite like most of the things in her room. One quick glance around her room and you would’ve spotted CDs without its covers, pieces of paper with scribbles on them and plush toys with a smile so

2004-09-20T16:38:00.000+08:00

third time unlucky Another fucking birthday bash/drunken orgy/stupidity fest. I’d like to write about Sue-Ann’s birthday bash last Saturday, but I can’t remember half of it. Some people claim that alcohol fucks with your brains and distorts your rationality and memory, but I think its all codswallop m’dear, because I’m a dodgy Chinese hoe who thinks she’s a swanky British lady who enjoys

2004-09-13T10:31:00.000+08:00

kit’s new shirt Last Saturday, like most of my Saturdays recently, was a night my friends and I ceremoniously worshipped Debauchery, the greek god of alcohol and parties. Only this time, it was a surprise bash in celebration of my birthday (or just a fucking lame excuse to drink), that wasn’t quite a surprise, because there actually are valid reasons my minions make me Head Planner of Meetings/

2004-09-06T02:28:00.000+08:00

so. fucking. hot. Updates have been scarce; I apologize to the racist homosexual hairy hideously deformed midgets who use Spicy Curried Onion variant of deodorant still reading this s(h)ite. Other than stunning clients and consumers alike with mind-altering, shape-shifting, gender-changing copy that also introduces heterosexuality and modesty in the advertising industry … nothing much has

2004-08-17T14:04:00.000+08:00

culinary euphoria The Tits of Fury has returned from the island of soggy roads, crazed motorcyclists, nasal voiced folk, and sea stench infused with creamy Curry Mee aroma we Malaysians know as Penang. Friends awaiting souvenirs from me, I haven’t forgotten you. I have brought back a nice amount of flu for all of you. Come collect it from me within the next few days, whilst it’s still fresh

2004-08-13T16:20:00.000+08:00

tits of fury leaves KL After a year of slaving my wobbly, cellulite-filled yet cute and attractive ass by producing copy that is of a mind-blowing, orgasm-inducing, traffic-stopping, peace-making, Hitler's metal panties-washing, Beatles-regrouping, Evanescence-culling type joy, I finally get to go on a holiday. Final-fucking-ly. So we're heading up to Penang tonight. This Penang trip however,

2004-08-09T09:35:00.000+08:00

kidnapped genies One time, Ninie came to college in an orange top, a pair of purple pants and a long knitted scarf, looking very stoned. Till this day, I still don’t know whether her fashion accident was caused by drugs or her overdose of Moonsongs : The Yoga Collection. Whatever it is, this weird girl who causes seizures and asthma attacks to her passengers and other drivers by searching for

2004-08-03T13:48:00.000+08:00

You’re officially acting way beyond your years when... 1. You find ecstasy in sleeping through the weekends, instead of the usual clubbing, pool, partying or other hip happening activities. 2. You don’t care when your friends jeer and laugh at you because you’d rather sleep through the weekends, instead of the usual clubbing, pool, partying or other hip happening activities. 3. You’ve scrapped

2004-07-26T10:23:00.000+08:00

corn rolls and egg rolls Ah, Ghetto Hood Barbeque Saturday Night. Me and muh peeps, we wuz cruisin’ on the streets o’ Shah Alam yo. See, it wuz Shereen’s big day. Watcha mean who’s Shereen? Oh, right, right, muh bad muh bad, I meant tuh say Sheezy. So we wuz there, all three of us, Romz, A.D. and me, Phat-S. And ya know, everywhere we go, the booze flows. Romz and me, we wenta pick A.D.’s ass

2004-07-23T12:26:00.000+08:00

fake plastic trees So I was at the MC² Recharge seminar yesterday. Usually, I’d rather slowly consume a big bowl of disgusting-looking cow intestines swimming in steaming durian soup served to me by a hairy, greasy, forgetful Mamak dude who makes bad jokes and stares at my cleavage than attend useless Advertising shindigs. "But Su-Yin, you’re a copywriter! You’re in advertising yourself, how

2004-07-20T11:23:00.000+08:00

bittersweet You said to meet at 7:00pm at the café. As usual, she arrived late, but she always had a “reasonable” excuse. Today, she said she was late because of her hair-dryer. Apparently, she took a shower and when she wanted to dry her hair, her hair-dryer refused to work. And you know she has to dry her hair before going out. She wore a black top, which showed way too much of her

2004-07-12T00:26:00.000+08:00

bumper to bumper If you live in humid, filthy and polluted Kuala Lumpur that reeks of putrid cabbages in a heap of sweaty socks, you would be quite accustomed to daily traffic jams. This can be quite a bitch, like rabid squirrels gnawing at your privates whilst you’re itching from a rash that never went away after that drunken game of “Connect the Warts on my Pee-pee” with that cross-eyed,

2004-07-05T10:20:00.000+08:00

liqour with butterfly wings Since I’m such a punk and disregard people’s advice on NOT getting an intricately designed tattoo of blue and purple shades, my tattoo has slowly morphed into the free “tattoo” that you get from the flip side of the 10 cent bubblegum you used to buy as a kid. You know, the ones where you splash a little water on the print and stick it onto your forearm for an instant

2004-06-26T02:18:00.000+08:00

talk cock Today, I shall talk about the (usually) male organ, the penis. This is because I have run out of shit to write about, plus I got cursed by the demon celibate carrot and I’ve turned decent and haven’t gotten laid for a while, so maybe I miss the sausage buffet. A funny little creature, it doesn’t have a brain yet it seems to move and respond on its own, kinda like Avril Lavigne or

2004-06-07T11:14:00.000+08:00

the never ending relationship between yesterday and tomorrow She lay her weary head on the pillow, laced with the familiar scent of her shampoo and a distant blend of alcohol and cigarette smoke. The haunting voice of Beth Gibbons seduced her almost too forcefully, like a bug-eyed man buying countless servings of Vodka and lime for a pretty young girl, in exchange for a serving of her moistness.

2004-06-02T22:43:00.000+08:00

when toys bring more pleasure than men Mondays and Tuesdays must have originated from Lucifer’s ass: they’re stinky, shitty, full of rotting maggots and they sound like an Avril Lavigne and Evanescence duet. Especially when you didn’t have enough of Sunday, which I spent recovering from an obscene night of clubbing, alcohol, police raids, bar-hopping, police raids, fucking chronic motherfucker

2004-05-27T17:39:00.000+08:00

things to annoy you on a usually ordinary not-worth-mentioning Thursday the star's comic strips Now this is what happens when you allow old, arthritis-ridden men to draw comic strips for the papers. They think they're doing this to make their 2 year old grandson buckle over with laughter and forget about asking Grandpa why was Daddy crushing Mommy last night on the bed and Mommy actually wanted

2004-05-25T00:07:00.000+08:00

stained sheets I want to be stunned by your sexy smile Before you take my innocence of a child I want to feel your breath against my skin During our journey of sticky filthy sin I want you to kiss me ever so slowly And violate every pore of my body I want to lick your lobes in slow motion As I tell you I want your abortion I want your fingers entwined in my hair When you say let’s fuck

2004-05-22T07:28:00.000+08:00

calm before the storm Things are going well for me. All too well infact. For one, I'm no longer the vulgar, whining, jobless, annoying bitch. As of 17th May 2004, I became a vulgar, whining, Senior Copywriter annoying bitch. All thanks to a very confused Creative Director who was momentarily paralysed by my offers during the interview. Here's a snippet of the interview: Confused Creative

2004-05-10T04:00:00.000+08:00

that's what friends are for I tell you, the best part about not having a sugar daddy is having a friend who’s got a sugar daddy. Not only do you get to save yourself the horror (or pleasure, if you’re inclined that way … ahem) of sucking on a wrinkled diseased dried up dick, but you also get the pleasure (or horror, if you’re a buck-toothed, lisping, hairy-backed, pus-filled delinquent bastard

2004-05-03T07:29:00.000+08:00

saturday night fever Ah yes, another public holiday that went up in smoke. On Labour Day, Shaun and his friends thought it only right to celebrate the momentous occasion by honouring the labourers at the Happy Plantations who broke their backs growing and harvesting the crops. Of course, me being the responsible and helpful sister that I am, it was my duty to join their party and help chop up

2004-04-28T04:14:00.000+08:00

ribbed for her pleasure My parents are flying off to Indonesia this Friday and returning on Monday. Shaun has already planned for a weed party on Saturday, so I probably have the house for my posse on Friday night. I say Drunken Mud-Wrestling cum Nasi Lemak fiesta. Who's on? So Mom wanted to use my travel bag, because she, like everyone else has to admit that my bag is a fucking cool ass bag.

2004-04-25T19:53:00.000+08:00

kill the whales Most of my school years were spent being known as Fei Por, Su-Yin Besar (there was another Su-Yin in my class and apparently, that was the only way to differentiate us. I could’ve been called Su-Yin Maha Intelek or Su-Yin Si Gadis Cantik Menawan Yang Amat Disanjungi but nooOOooOo. Bastards.), Mrs Claus, Giant, Fish Ball, Foot Ball, Army Tank … and the list goes on. No prizes for

2004-04-22T14:55:00.000+08:00

kerosene lime in a tall glass Ladies Nite: One of the reasons I run out to the streets of Bangsar, throw my hands in the air, shout "Hallelujah!" and surround myself with burning crucifixes whilst doing a badly sung, cleavage showcasing rendition of Madonna's Like A Virgin. Also one of the reasons I should be tied up in a dark, smelly basement with my hair limp and wet, my dress torn to shreds

2004-04-17T18:51:00.000+08:00

lactose intolerant auntie A new McDonald’s opened its 2, 465, 375th store near my good ol’ gangsta Chinese ghetto hood. Being the country bumpkins that we were, Shaun and I took a typical nice leisurely drive there. After a few violent swerves to avoid potholes, my trademark Jump-the-Que-at-the-Traffic-Lights-and-Look-Stupid maneuver, and a fight-to-the-death battle with a Proton Perdana V6 for

2004-04-15T22:02:00.000+08:00

Tits of Fury vs The Police Yes! I still possess all the super mutant powers that have been hibernating in my gorgeous alter-ego Miss Su-Yin the Super Whore aka Tits of Fury. Pray tell, how powerful are you Sue? Powerful enough to stun and confuse the coppers, boys and girls. Incident #1 It was 4am. The roads were dark and lonely, the distant sounds of Radiohead and howling winds my only

2004-04-05T16:09:00.000+08:00

beggars can't afford to choose Apparently, they fucking can these days, the bloody buggers. So there I was, at the mamak with friends, minding my own business, thinking of sex whilst nodding my head to a jabbering friend when suddenly I notice everyone sneaking a peep in the corner of their eyes. Their eyes dart to the left and quickly back to the original position, obviously looking at the

2004-03-30T03:18:00.000+08:00

You know your joblessness is getting bad when: 1. You find that you can never get enough sleep. 2. Your parents are actually tired of having you at home. 3. Your friends offer to pay for your dinner. 4. Your YOUNGER brother offers to pay for your cigarettes. 5. You can telekinetically use your laptop. 6. You never get to see the midday sun. 7. Your friends start to offer you THEIR jobs. 8. Your

2004-03-25T01:58:00.000+08:00

su-yin gets emo Want to impress your lover with a present but you're too damn cheap to spare 2 bucks to buy him/her a loaf of bread for your anniversary? Want to get into that hunk/chick's pants but you're too much of a lazy ass to compile a cassette filled with Phil Collins' songs? Want to make your lover salivate for your "sensitive, emotional side" but you sort of lost it when you spent 2

2004-03-23T01:12:00.000+08:00

the tale of an anonymous dude under the nick daniel (ICQ UIN: 208442870) who messaged me via ICQ daniel (0:52 AM) : my hand is inside my under now.... daniel (0:52 AM) : sorry daniel (0:52 AM) : if u dun wanna chat its ok illusions (0:53 AM) : your hand is inside your under now daniel (0:53 AM) : ya illusions (0:53 AM) : english is such a tough language huh daniel (0:53 AM) :

2004-03-17T20:06:00.000+08:00

odour assault The punishment for selling out and succumbing to mainstream rock: you get wedged between the sweaty smelly folds of lowlife Kotaraya motherfuckers. Yes, I was at the Incubus concert. Yes, I was in the moshpit. Yes, my breasts are now squashed beyond recognition. Yes, I vow never to attend another mainstream rock outfit fronted by a "oh-my-God, brendan is soooo hot!" lead singer.