Rabid monkeys with fancy tools

My car got scratched at Gurney Plaza’s parking bay. Some asshole decided to draw a line a mile long across my little apaloosa. I’m not mad. I’m not furious. I’m just … bewildered. I didn’t block anyone’s way. So why … my car is so cute and all with those little cows all over the place. Was the scratcher jealous of my widdle cows? It’s a rather deep scratch. My heart feels the pain. Bah. Asshole. Bet he hates cows. That’s why.
On another note, my little cow car antenna blob got stolen. Seems like a lot of people have this love/hate thing for cows. Why .. WHY … poor cows. I empathise with yous. Come to me, dear cows. I have a lot of love, enough to go around.

I met this guy I used to have a crush on when I was about 13. Either he shrunk or I grew taller. But I swear, he’s really tiny now. What the heck happened, man.
So. What a Christmas. Wasn’t much. But not complaining. Used to be a ball. I mean, I remember being small and all, Christmas trees were tall (couldn’t resist that), the decorations used to be really simple. Baubles, those shiny furry stuff, simple things, you know. But now, phwoar. I mean, whoa. And we used to brave the jam and go for midnight mass on X-mas eve. Nowadays, I spend X-mas eve with my friends. We used to be so goddam excited to open presents. One of my uncles gave me a card holder this year. What. the. fuck. dude. I mean, fuck man, it’s so obvious it’s recycled. I really didn’t see that coming. Card holder. Pffffffttttt. Before you can say ‘It’s the thought that counts,’ I can tell ya, there was NO thought involved. Tch.
So next is New Year’s. No plans. Anybody want to get drunk with me? Call me.

And you know what I did for Christmas day? Nothing. NOTHING. dayuuuum …

For no apparent reason, I felt incredibly hyper tonight. I don’t know if it was the food, the ice cream or the company I had, but I felt like I took some speed or something (not that I know what having speed is like).
Things I did: I bit people. Whoooooooooooooo…. I pinched, I scratched, I whacked and I pulled at some shirts. I also pinched Wayne’s cheeks but that was because they were so pinchable (omgomgomg). Oh god. I’m a very violent hyper. I’m still hyper. Where’s my mom. I want to bite her as well.
*scurries off*

*scurries back*
Okay. Never try that again.
Oh god. Less than two weeks left. omgomgomg. I haven’t started packing & buying foodstuff yet. I’m totally unprepared. *squeals*
By the way, pigs SQUEAL. Yes they do. Won’t you agree? *eyes your arm* So succulent. Mmm . . .

Apart from nice hand-me-downs, I need more jackets. It’s almost pathetic. I added a huge gargantuan winter jacket to my list yesterday, but it ain’t exactly ‘hip’. Actually it’s more reminiscent of a tyre blimp than a coat. A tyre blimp with furry finishing.
I want nice jackets.
I want a bomber jacket.
I want a leather jacket. Not those faux leather jackets you see around - the ones that smell of PVC a mile away - but a real nice stylish leather jacket.
But then again, my sense of style has always been whack.
I also need a nice scarf, non-colourful mittens (mine are pink with red stripes. i don’t want to be known as the malaysian weirdo), and socks.
Please donate to the Julia Needs Jackets Christmas charity fund 2006. Have a heart.

Ah .. finally I’m alone and can sit down and write a bit. Been a rather hectic week, with my auntie’s wedding and relatives back and the monstrosity called Jo back as well. Temporary new apartment has got no internet connection at all. Not even dial-up. Which kinda sucks, considering that I’m used to having my lap top on almost every day every hour every minute of every week and month for the past year or so. But it’s a good place for reflections and stuff. Quiet. The heater don’t really work too well but I’m not complaining. I mean, it’s hot here, yeah. Showering with cold water kinda works magic on sweltering days. So like that lah.
Watched Happy Feet three times already. Can’t get enough of those penguins. Muhh ..
Besides that, there was this old Austrian ahpek who hit on me during my auntie’s wedding. I don’t care if he’s shitload rich with his own company and what have you - old is uncool to a 21 year old. Unless he waves the keys to a Ferrari at me and stuffs diamond paraphernalia down my bra. That’s moderately cool.
Random thought: weather now feels like Chinese New Year season. It’s humid, it’s hot, and there’s this burning smell in the air like always. Blue skies, tufts of white clouds. Did I mention hot? Alas, I won’t be able to celebrate the next Chinese New Year with my family. Reunions (angpau), gambling (angpau), togetherness (angpau) and etc (angpau). And the bird, that bird that goes OOoooh, OOooh - cuckoo bird? I don’t know. But Chinese New Year is the time that they’re the noisiest. Notice it. You’ll hear it soon.
And yes, I know Jo, I’ll be freezing my ass off during Chinese New Year.