Tuesday, June 20, 2006

We-love-to-kiss-alot.

Dear we-love-to-kiss-alot

Quit proclaiming your love for each other 'cos it's turning depressingly stupid and make you look ubber desperate. Desperate for what? Hues undercovering your perfect outlay? You make the de-socialites public stray with bleak and dismal emptiness.

*growls*

You're a creep - Selfishness dwells in your blood. Hope you get burnt in the underpants, gum stucked in your brain, and crayons suffocating your crow-hole. Good luck.

Love
Joanna

p.s. Man, jealousy is striked off. Thank you.

Thursday, June 15, 2006

Aunties

There are types of aunties (noun; Obasang with a bad repute of having high rates of annoyancy.) which causes revulsion - Types you don't want to encounter with:


Aunt Bra-holic.

She has a scroungy fascia and adjusts her bra right in your face and chases you out of the restroom with her oh-so-revolting phony accent.

"You have to leave his toilet now! We have to close at 5pm (when it's only 4pm then)."

Hello. Do you pee for an hour?

And now, presenting the most disturbing...


Aunt Mop-Me-Up.

You slip your freshly pedicured feet into your matching DMK and went Marion with your sweetie to dine. He dedicates to you a mountain of violets, blues, and subterranean red, and whispers sweet nothings all night through. You're too busy being giddy with exultancy to be bothered with the jealous glares of lonesome singles. Just as you're about to give out a flirtatious giggle, you feel a squashy waterlogged something smear your fore feet.

By all means of innate reaction, you throw away all semblances of sophistication and gives out a scream that spells WTHISTHAT. You look up... No, down. And there she is, with a grimy mop in her hands, slogging her life out for Marion.

She's the extremist, (in sterilizing every inch of the floor area ever covered on Earth every hour, every minute, every second of her life) Aunt Mop-Me-Up. She mops, she disinfect, she sweeps... Everything, every single chore - she has done it all. Which means, yes, even cleaning your shoe (and toes).

!@#$%^&*

Now. Last but not least...


Aunt I-Love-Kissing-Your-Ass.

She's the bootlicker. To just anybody with a standing of a CEO or a director, you would find her squatting at his feet, dripping salivary glands on his shoes. You would never see her cleaning up the dirty table of the kids beside the counter - Her eyes would be affixed to "The Almighty" as if in awe of him.

Her false facade is terrible. Go for some facials before you start flirting with the bosses!

Okay. I guess I should stop whining about auntie-holic movements and start my "advocation" against them.

*pulls out a board NO AUNTIES ALLOWED*

Monday, June 12, 2006

Unproductive day.

Compelled to start my post with an apology to my blogders. I know I haven't been updating and the posts are downright boring. *on my knees*

Sundays and Mondays are days for mundane acts and deadly procrastination. I was seriously, seriously, seriously determined to study for my film paper and complete my storytelling journal. Instead, I merely flipped through the film text and fooled with garageband podcast.

How unproductive. DAMNED.

Thursday, June 08, 2006

Dear school.

Dear School

You pushed me, slapped me, made me cry; Eat me, kill me, made me dead. I loved you, hated you, kissed you, stabbed you. Forlorn scissor left forgotten.

Lots of love - Not
Joanna



hazel;
No worries, I'm awesome right now. You're from Campus Mo'?

ivan;
Going around telling people you love Denise is kind of unnecessary, huh, lol.

long;
Haha, trying to be lame? Tsk tsk! ;P

xiang;
Which movie? I miss watching (nice) movies, you know.

daryl;
I know, pervert. *chuckles*

fangster;
MOO. Gosh, been so long since I went online. Miss your blog songs - Always awesome, lol.

bert; ron; daryl;
Haha, have been busy, lar. Will update soon!

andy;
ALL THE BEST. ALL THE WAY. ;D

eve;
Even if I'm physicaly alive, I'm mentally dead. Sigh.

markccy;
WOOHOO. I was hoping you guys (from campus mo') would happen to pop by somehow and I'm ubberly glad you saw that post! Yayness.

Dear school.

Dear School

You pushed me, slapped me, made me cry; Eat me, kill me, made me dead. I loved you, hated you, kissed you, stabbed you. Forlorn scissor left forgotten.

Lots of love - Not
Joanna



hazel;
No worries, I'm awesome right now. You're from Campus Mo'?

ivan;
Going around telling people you love Denise is kind of unnecessary, huh, lol.

long;
Haha, trying to be lame? Tsk tsk! ;P

xiang;
Which movie? I miss watching (nice) movies, you know.

daryl;
I know, pervert. *chuckles*

fangster;
MOO. Gosh, been so long since I went online. Miss your blog songs - Always awesome, lol.

bert; ron; daryl;
Haha, have been busy, lar. Will update soon!

andy;
ALL THE BEST. ALL THE WAY. ;D

eve;
Even if I'm physicaly alive, I'm mentally dead. Sigh.

markccy;
WOOHOO. I was hoping you guys (from campus mo') would happen to pop by somehow and I'm ubberly glad you saw that post! Yayness.