Wednesday, March 25, 2009


You know my granduncle who died? If you know nuts about it, go read my previous posts...If you're not interested than fuck off and don't read my blog. Anyway, last night, i dreamt of my dead granduncle. He just randomly appeared in my dream! I remembered seeing his face...that bald head, that crazy thick framed glasses that magnified the size of his eyes to the size of a Colossal Squid's eyes...oh and that big hooked nose. Gosh. No not the end of the story yet...after i saw his fuck face, i couldn't breathe...i literally couldn't breathe for a short period of time...i felt like my chest was being compressed and crushed under the weight of something heavy...it was an inexpressible feeling...i immediately woke up after that and went back to sleep later...what else could i have done? I did commit blasphemy against the deceased old man or holy spirit as what the bloody indians would believe. I said screw him in hell...crap. Now he's trying to screw me in my dreams! I told my mum about it...you know i felt so shitty and i'll admit, i felt a tinge of guilt in me...just a little bit...teeny weeny bit. My mum gave me that speechless look...the look u give when u see a dying person. So much for easing my fear.


Met Pras at Bugis, at ard 3pm. The ass reached Bugis at 2.30pm and was waiting for me pathetically at the control station and he looked depressingly lonely. Lol. We were walkin around aimlessly at Bugis street and i couldn't find my slip-on sneakers...i was so close to throwing him into a dustbin....then i found my shoes! Its simple and nice...Rewarded Pras with a guy's leather bracelet...since for once things didn't turn out the opposite of what he says, he deserved the reward. Met Nevaa at ard 4.30pm, went to have an early dinner...ate burger king. A Burger King meal has neva tasted so delicious to me eva before...i've been craving for rum and raisins ice cream for the past 2mths and i finally got to devour a cup of it...yay me. I bought this super cool 'The Joker' t-shirt. Omg, i'm so in love with the t-shirt. Its Heath Ledger as the joker...cool stuff.
We were slackin at Starbucks and this weird woman came to us and started begging for money. Ok let me tell you somethin about her...her facial expression looked like she was constipated or she had a bullet up her ass...i don't know if that's actually her facial expression or her facial features..you know there's a difference? She had sucha bad and strong body odour, she stinked so badly i really thought the bullet up her ass caused shit to start flowing out of her anus involuntarily! It was that bad. She said in this super fucked up, grammatically incorrect and singlish to the power of infinity accent that she didn't mind if i just gave her 50 cents...its amazing that i actually understood the words that came out of her mouth but frankly speaking, i only heard Pippty cents! Pippty cents!...i was thinking OMFG just give this creature a god damn 50 cent coin and maybe she'll spare my life...she looked like she was gonna throw acid at my face and make me look like her! I don't wanna look like her! She was speaking English by the way...its just her own version of it...super fucked up, grammatically incorrect and singlish to the power of infinity...that's her version and interpretation of the language English. When i gave her the 50 cent coin that saved me from despair, she gave me this little piece of paper...i was really hoping it wasn't a love note. Seriously, that's the last thing i want. I opened the damn thing and found 4 numbers...0043. Medusa thought i had a chance of winning lottery with the numbers she gave. Ya rite. My cousins were laughing their heads off...i was so confused. They said that when i was frantically digging into my wallet for the 50cent coin, she was scratching her butt and the same hand that scratched her butt actually passed me the little paper and i touched it. So according to them, my hands were permanently stained with her butt germs or her creature like skin cells or god knows wad...or maybe even the shit that might be involuntarily flowing out becoz of the bullet in her ass. The things that happen to me. My cousins didn't even wanna come near me..like i was some infected person, gonna turn into a freakin mutant any moment. Then we saw her again, this time i swear to god i saw a shit stain on the back of her shorts....The shit stain was right smack in the middle of the butt crack...all along my theories about her were true i guess.

Posted by Devi at, 11:42 PM.