Wednesday, March 29, 2006
When you're up too early and still in a daze. You type random stuff onto your blog. I admit my blog is senseless and random.

Okay, I've inked my own bed and my parents bed. I realised I move a lot when I sleep, it's across my sheets. My parents bed, it's just one mark. PHEW! But you can see the details of a leaf. Man, Moon is good. Haha. I just covered with one of their pillows since *tada* my mum opens the door. I feel like a sotong today.

Sis's advice on tattoo. No seafood and alcohol and it will heal in two weeks. TWO WEEKS!? I was expecting two days. "Jingopalasamy, tomorrow I going mambo leh, can anot?" Jing says not as if I'm drinking my body weight, haha, so can la. But Jing fell asleep during her tattoo and she's just a notch down from JJ the yolkoholic. Can I trust her!? Jingo, stop lazing around, stop having 101 avartas and start bringing in money. Huh!? YOU WANT MONEY OR NOT!? Jingo says it will flake. Eww. And don't scratch or peel or you'll have to keep running back to Uncle Moon.

To wyn, since you don't have a tagboard. Know why our taste so similar or not!? Cos you're still stalking me. Dumdeedums. Haha. It's just good taste la, good taste, real good taste. And I dreamt of bumping you in this hotel lobby with victorian couches. Hmm. And there was a cameo of crystal and alicia. I'm secretly obsessed with wynnie. Hmm.

Oh I kept forgetting that I wanted to mention that I've adopted a cat. Yay! Though it's not exactly at my place because I think mummy will freak and burn my room down. It's courtesy of JJ. Jing's is ziggy. So mine gotta be iggy. But that's gonna confuse them, so bo bian la, gotta be POP! Man, why is my cat named after an ugly man? Hahaha. Okay, so Jing's is named after a half-half queer ass. Another shortlisted name was Deedee Ramone. But why? Why am I naming my cat after a dead ugly man? Sigh. I was gonna call him like edward william mccarthy or something. (Don't think too much into that name, it's just meant to be long and english, nobody famous really.) If not to facilitate my sis, mine would have just been Johnny or Cat.

I was reading about the Bob Dylan's album release during the 911 incident. It's kinda funny. Fine, it's just me vs my mental images. So it was darn strict in security in America then yes? Bob had this concert in New York, well his native land, he's from NY anyway. But the security didn't let him through because he forgot his pass or something. But he's like elvis or james dean. Haha. I have this mental image of his huge poster on the stage and him vs security guard at the gate in front of the stage.

Security: No pass, no admission.
Bob Dylan: Buuuuut itt's myyyy coooonceeertt. (the marcus crying voice)
Security: Denied.
Bob Dylan: *points at own poster and then himself*
Security: No pass, no admission.

Hur.

jackson five ~ blame it on the boogie