You're Not Going To Believe This


A pack of feral dogs, about 6-7 of them, just ran by my carpark. I looked out my window just in time to catch them passing by, all of them.

Beautiful doggies, each of them.

Sure, they did make a ruckus when a car horned at them for standing in the middle of the road, but that's their natural instinct. If I could throw meat out my window to feed them, I would've.

Let's hope they stay together and safe.

I Already Said


.. Leave me the fuck alone.

Can't remember right?

I say one more time.

Leave me the fuck alone.

Just So You Know


I take offence at my dignity being questioned. Even for once.

So when my dignity gets questioned every single fucking day and every single fucking 3 hours, you're making me hate you.

And when "STOP MESSAGING ME! LEAVE ME ALONE!" does not work, I will only want to run away more and more every single time I see your name appear at the top of the incoming sms, which happens more than 10 times a day.

If you see that I am freaking annoyed by 3 phone calls from my own mother everyday, what do you think of 10+ sms-es and attempt of phone calls every single day just to make sure I don't misbehave when you're away?

And out of those sms-es and phone calls, I absolutely HAVE to reply or HAVE to pick up, or you'll accuse me / imply that I am up to no good. Essentially, if I don't respond, I get into trouble. Nowadays the reason I will respond is to siam trouble. If you want me to respond because I want to and not because I want to siam trouble, you need to take your fucking hands off my neck.

If you're away, stay the fuck away. Don't hold on tighter than normal because I am SO FUCKING ANNOYED enough already.

Look. Look carefully. I AM NOT CHAINED TO MY PHONE. My phone is not a surveillance unit. I have a sort of love-hate relationship with my phone; I can't live without it, yet I hate it so much because people assume that other than a device from which I am contactable, it is also a surveillance unit, and fully utilize it by calling ALL THE FUCKING TIME to keep track of where I am or what I am doing.

Might as well put a fucking tracker on my ankle, right?

Everybody

Please fuck off from me. I want to be alone. For a long time.

Please.

Fed-Up


Fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up I am so FED UP!

Things going wrong left right center. Forced to waste money for things I do not like. Cancelling Mandy's grooming tomorrow morning.

I actually feel so much worse after he called back from Paris.

Pent up anger. Keeping it inside. Until even the explosion won't even feel good anymore. Don't tell people, explode. Tell people, nobody to talk to that understands or can help.

I am so FED UP!!!

A Tribute, Or What It Was Supposed To Be

I recently got a website from Cudas on how to make an animated gif. It would be fun to make animated gifs of people to disturb them right?

I wanted my first ever animated gif to be a tribute for my Ah Yang Korkor, and set out to find photos of him online. And then I came to the horrible realization of how pitifully little of his photos I have and can find.

I do have some of his childhood photos, but they're in an album at home, and I couldn't bear to risk tearing them if I take them out to scan.

Also, I do not have photoshop. Argh.

So I'm filing in a request. Whoever out there, if you know my Ah Yang korkor and has his photos that are not in his friendster, please email it to me at jazzyme_blog@yahoo.com.sg .

As A Consolation


I tell myself that the geniuses of the world are usually lonely, because nobody can understand what they are thinking or how their mind processes things.

We can be surrounded by friends, or are even social butterflies. And yet...

The artists of the world are lonely, too.

That is why we have nobody comfortable enough with us to confide in.

How can you even like a beatnik-reincarnate?

More Updates On SL

Okay, this post is just to show you how great a photographer I am in SL. A lot of people are going to have my blood for this if they see this post, but for the sake of my dear readers, I must heong through it.



This was taken at Miki's place. Everyone else was busy talking when I walked off to take photos.



Incidently, this is my favourite dress.



JunZ was an unwilling participant in my photo taking. In fact, he didn't even know his photo was being taken! I am the silent snapper! Yay~!



Handsome boh? Despite him being such a handsome boy, he's also a demure lady who happens to like miniature bicycles.



He can't take it when I called him demure. Haha.

We also have many many other happenings in SL. What I absolutely love about SL is that you can take photos from weird angles, even high up in the air without so much as budging your avatar.



Jee was sitting about 10 feet off the ground in front of Glantor's gigantic anaconda, and I was able to get this shot.

Glantor's giant anaconda was actually placed by JunZ, situated right in front of where we were having our SL-NDP08.



We enjoy line-dancing.

Also, what I love about SL is that you can get to be whoever you want.



In this case, it's Cartman and bunny-girl. I seriously forgot who Cartman was.

I recently introduced Lazychoo to SL, and we've been taking loads of pictures.

Like "Black Meets White" here,



Lazychoo's hands are typing, which is what happens to everyone when they're chatting in the local world.

Also, we enjoy doing disgusting things in full view of everybody else.







I bought the above poseballs! You all don't copy me!

JunZ found poseballs for us to act out a scene.





And we fully utilized Miki's couple dance poseballs for pictures.





But not all is well and lovely. Ever since I found SL weapons, I've been enjoying blasting people out is SIMs or caging them up.



Poor lazy. All three girls aiming at him.

Jee got a worse deal as he had 4 ladies aiming at him a few minutes later when he was afk. Unfortunately, the picture is with JunZ, who took the picture for us and tahan-ed our girlish giggles and constant moving around.

Thankew JunZ~

SL - Ariel Rothstein's 21st Birthday



So I went to Ariel's 21 birthday party last Saturday. It was fun, mainly because I was meeting up with my SL friends and they were an annoying bunch (I'm just kidding, you know I love you guys).

People there were JunZ DarkStone, Whitewolf Mumfuzz, Illusion Ferraris, Juliet Ferraris, Seiryu Edman, Ariel Rothstein (obviously) and last but not least, Jazzyme Triellis. Even Christina Kangjon was there with a couple of friends.




Ariel actually took the effort to make finger foods, and even made cute little signs informing people what they were.



The first thing I saw them doing was giao-ing. Apparently, JunZ loves giao-ing. JunZ is our dai-dee king. All hail the dai-dee king.

Again, I am not at liberty to discuss who's who, because real-life identity is a sensitive issue for the second-life-rs, and unless requested, it's probably best not to reveal their names here.











Ariel brought out some games for us to play when we got sick of dai-dee.

















Don't they look like they're having fun?













Minutes before Ariel got thrown into the water.





Obviously, the "throwers" don't know the meaning of "wetting a person entirely". They just wanted her wet, even if it's just her pants. Darn.











No prizes for guessing what happened next.










We went for a spot of prawning after that too. It was good catch day.