Rabid monkeys with fancy tools

… named Julia Tan.

Upon waking up, she would set her alarm to snooze and go back to sleep. This would happen several times until either the alarm eventually exhausts itself, or Julia decides that it is time to wake up (usually when she has class and is determined to go).
Dragging her ass out of bed, she would then amble over to her computer to check if anyone has left her any messages (despite already setting the away status on her MSN). She would dilly dally before brushing her teeth because the water is simply too cold.
After which, she would amble downstairs to grab some chowder. Her staple food has become Soupfulls which is so divinely easy to make and fills the tummy for two hours.
She would then amble back upstairs after her meal, and if she has class, she would shower straightaway. If not, she will dally for a few more hours before taking her shower because she is, after all, a sloth.
After a whole day of ambling around watching videos online, doing unproductive things or going for class, she would usually eat some bread with cheese (because by now the Soupfulls would have been fully digested and she would be starving again) or at least three packets of Walker’s naturally salted crisps (divine, divine).
She would dilly dally, amble bally and do nothing for the rest of the day (on Mondays she would head to town to do her shopping. She hates going to town because she will always end up overspending) till dinnertime, which is her favourite time of the day because it’s rice time. She will cook a meal for herself or reheat yesterday’s leftovers, and praise herself continuously in her head for being such a superb chef.
Usually at this time it’s socializing time, when her housemates come down for dinner as well. So after doing her social duties, Julia would then amble back to her room, sit around, do nothing, continue to do nothing, maybe read a little, and call it a day. By then, it would usually be 4am. I think she’s starting to become nocturnal.
Thank you for reading this inane and pointless entry. You have been very kind. Julia would like to shake your hand but I can’t seem to pry her away from her bed.

… was by a band called The Buds. They were quite good, actually. Like a perfect cross between Jet and The Kooks. Strange, because the pub later played a song by The Kooks.
It’s pathetic. I’m 21++ and it’s only my first gig ever.
Anyways.
The drummer was so cute. I’ve always had a thing for drummers. I mean, Ringo Starr, Larry Mullen Jr., except for my sister’s ex/current/something boyfriend because he’s just lame. But anyways. The drummer was cute. I had to tear my gaze away from him because the lead guitarist was pretty much rockin’. I have one of their cd’s (for free), if anyone is interested. I doubt that anyone is. I don’t know why. But they’re pretty damn good. I mean, c’mon, trust a rocker’s taste, okay.
Some pictures.

The reason I went for the gig was strange. It was only because my housemate’s good friend has a thing for the rythm & vocalist guy that we went in the first place. But it was lovely.
And I tell ya. The funniest thing happened to me in ages. There was this guy at the bar, when I was getting my drink alone because my housemate wasn’t in the mood. So I was getting my drink, yeah. And he was looking at my BCG scar, and he went ‘OH MY GOD! Is that a triad scar?’ Man .. I almost laughed my shit out. Jaysus. I mean, you see a chinese and immediately you link it to the triads? Fuck! I’m still laughing as I write this. It’s just too funny to me. Triads? Come on! THE TRIADS. BEWARE. I AM THE YOUNG AND THE DANGEROUS. WAHAHAHHAHA
But anyways the trick is to pretend not to speak English. So I went like, ‘HUH? TSEMO? CHINA! CHINA! NO SPEAKY ENGRISH! WAITRESS, CARLSBERG PREASE!’ and he obediently went away. I woulda spoken to him in English if he was cute. But alas, he was not.
I had 13 crepes tonight. Tummy kinda whoozy. Drummer, mmm … Triads .. //laugh

I have had the weirdest dreams since I got here. I dreamt that my friend’s father (who strangely strongly resembled Jimbo’s dad in American Pie) tried to make a move on me. I dreamt that Penang was flooding and there was kelp everywhere. I dreamt that my good friend had a fight with my mom over me, and yesterday night, I dreamt that one of my housemates cooked for me French food again. Foie Gras. Which I just discovered 5 minutes ago thru Wikipedia that it is actually the liver of a duck or goose fattened forcibly.
I’m alright with the flesh of a duck or a goose that has been force-gluttoned, inhumane as it is, but I just don’t eat the organs and stuff. You know - heart, liver, kidney, coagulated pig’s blood, pig’s ears, pig’s trotters, chicken neck, chicken backside, chicken legs .. I don’t like the idea, s’all. Not to mention the taste and texture.
And to think that I ate that two weeks ago .. liver .. ugh ..

It’s shining! It’s bloody out! *squeals*

I’ve forgotten what it was like waking up so early in the morning, since I’ve been sleeping till noon (or after), even on Mondays when I have class at 9am (I’m such an astronomic sloth). But what woke me up today? My phone rang. Message from Lau who is just too sweet (grins like an idiot) .. He’s the only one who ever messages, besides sporadic messages from my dad and messages from my sister telling me THINGS I DON’T WANT TO KNOW. This sounds so sad. Did I mention that nobody ever calls except my dad and sister? My phone can remain silent for days I think it’s growing mushrooms. Either it doesn’t ring at all or it rings non-stop. Like that time there was this weird Irish guy who wouldn’t quit calling. Weirdo. Anyways. Back to the topic. I woke up. And then something happened that nearly scared the bejesus out of me. Some fuckin’ pigeons landed on my windowsill and they started cooing. Jaysus H. Christ. Out of a coupla hundred other windowsills out there, they just had to land on mine.
But since I was up already anyhow, I went to get myself some breakfast. And you know, you experience some things and you tell yourself never to forget them. Well I heard birdsong today. The air was calm, undisturbed. Speaking of which, I haven’t seen the sun in days. I’m compiling these memories - brilliant stars after it just rained, the midnight swan, birdsong on a dreary day. I pray I’ll never, ever forget them.
Then I went back into the kitchen, and oh the smell of yesterday night’s bah kut teh was so entrancing, I almost swooned. I hope the French guy smells it - it’s payback for his smelly cheese in the fridge. You think durian was bad? You ain’t smelt stale cheese yet.