The Ripped Soul

Mass today? Awesome. The full-force was back.. okay, not exactly full force cos there were some jubilateans/lil'choraleans/whatever missing. BUT WE STILL ROCKED THE ROOF DOWN. Heh.

And some things never change.. FK is STILL droning on during homilies. And he still curses his 'shit' on the altar. LOL. But he seriously, honestly has to stop. You know, at 10:32, I looked around and at LEAST 5 people were communicating with God in their dreams. and his previous record was up till 10:43am. That was when Ernie TSKED more than 8 times. TODAY?! Bloody well stopped at 10:48!!! Baaaaaaaaaasket.

Nick kept asking for the 'stop' button. LOL. Then he dared me to suddenly stand up and start saying the 'I believe.' Then dared me to stand up and shout "OI! ITS 10:40 ALREADY LAH!"

I was thinking to put the c-watch next to the microphone and press the noisy buzzer that'll say the damn time... and hopefully scold him a KNUCKLEHEAD... or say "ENOUGH OF THE TALKING ALREADY!"...rofldkkab. [roll on floor laughing, drooling, kick kick abit.]

So yeah.. then we celebrated Irene's bday in advance downstairs. And then the bon voyage to the Lees and NICK. Hopefully we'll get around again soon. Mass rocks when there's full-force. Seriously.. you could go to other parishes.. choirs are all so-so. Not saying we're the best; I'm still [and will forever be] awed by SFX.. [ever since they sang at the museum.. oh my gaaaawd.]

....but we still rocked the church dooown.

Church aside, yesterday was crazy.

Went out with buddies Jaws and Nadz. And that asshole, Wayne.

The Asshole kept teasing me on how I wasted $20 on the fucking machines at the arcades in hope and wishes for a PSP.

What machine, you wonder.. well, you guys know the machines with the claws that can pick up soft toys? ITS SOMETHING LIKE THAT. Except that there's no claws.



The machine's called a Happy Lifter. Refer to above picture. Some prizes just to tempt you are PSPs, Nokia phones, Nano Ipods, Creative mp3s.. expensive shit like that. Each dollar you put in the machine gives you 3 tries. A digital roulette spins, and you'd get a number ranging from -4 to 5. Positive number raises the basket (over 5, the prize tips over, and its yours to collect) , negative number lowers it.

And Wayne's an asshole cos he didn't stop me when I kept going back to get more coins to play the friggin thing. Basket.

Jaws was worse. She played the other machine [in hope for a PSP as well]




...this machine was called the "stacker." 3 blocks move horizontally for the first 3/4 times. You have to stack them in line. After that, 2 blocks for the next few tries. Then, ONE BLOCK alone. And she did very well.. until the last open space; where if you stacked it properly, you would get the prize.

She missed the block by ONE EMPTY SQUARE.

Wah lao. I'm damn pissed, and so is she. LOL. I swear if we combined our cash together wasted on the machines, we probably coulda gotten a PSP game or something.

Then, after being put under a straightjacket, I hung around outside Comics Connection staring at the PSP that laughed at me from behind its windows.

To avoid me from drooling and smashing myself against the glass, Nadz pulled me to Carrefour. Walked around, slided and danced in queues before getting out. LOL.

Went to Harbourfront after thaaaaat. Walked around BIG. PSPs there aren't any cheaperrr. Grrr. Went to VIVO. Don't know what's so grand there. The fucking crowd was a bloody killer. It was like as if the end of the world was gonna be this Monday or something.

Jaws kept teasing and kept walking into Tshop. Hoping that I'll bump into my-oh-so-best-friend. Thank God the angels were on my side and she wasn't there. HA! IN YOUR FACE PUFFA!

Then walked inside the toys store. I WANT THAT WATER GUN!!!!!!!! But it costs $40....

Hmpf.

THEN AFTER WALKING AROUND.. we went to Marina Sq.

Bloody PakCik cabbie was a pain in the ass. He kept on swearing la wth. Jam, curse. Bad driver, "bloody bastard." ...AND HE'S SUPPOSED TO BE FASTING! When I told him "sabar.. sabar.." he said what la.. dunno what this is Singapore not Sabah. -_-''

By the way, 'sabar' means Patience.

Anyway, at Marina, we went to Kbox. YES, I WAS FORCED TO GO INTO Kbox. And I sang my heart out like no tomorrow. Hah. From 830 to 11. After messing with the cameras and arcades, we left for home. THEN, I received an SMS from this asshole.

stranger: Hi there!Hw r u?

I was stunned. I usually do NOT receive random smses.

me: Who's this?
stranger: K, 1st place let me intro my self, my name is taupok, my father tan, im a malay chinese.. n u?
me: The name's jess. How did you get my number?
stranger: My frend reccomend me..hw u there?
me: I'm fine. Thanks. Which friend?
stranger: A chinese boy...actually he my frend cousin so we r nt close...btw u eaten?
me: Er. Ok. Who gave you his number? Does he have a name?
stranger: Just nw i told u already, i n him nt close.. he gave mi ur no. N i ask him whos no. Then he said if i wanna noe, go n find out myself. so nw lately wt u been doin?

Extremely fed up because this creep didn't understand english, I got Nadz's brother to help me call back this son of a gun and pose as my boyfriend. And he really did tell the bastard off. MYGOD. Love this guy. And mind you, we just got acquainted in less than 10 hours when he helped me tell that guy off.

"I tell you ah, you stop disturbing jessica. This is her boyfriend." LOL.

Nadz, Jaws and me were laughing our hearts out as silently as possible while we watched the whole drama take place over the phone.

Then you know what this bastard smsed back when I was in the cab?

stranger: don step rabak

I couldn't care less. Just clicked the phone shut.

SO NOW, THIS IS A SCREAMOUT TO EVERYONE.

Stop giving out my number to people I don't know. Quit saying its a recommendation or whatfuckingever. I'm already attached [well, gonna be] .. and I like my life the way it is. AND what's worse, I don't look for chinese or malay guys or chinlay guys or chindians or indians. I'm only up for all-catholic guys. And for that choice, I'd rather an eurasian over any other.

I'm not gonna skin anyone alive just yet. But if this same scenario repeats AGAIN, the motherfucker that gave my number won't have any balls left by christmas.

And I mean it.