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Wednesday, April 06, 2005

for luscious lips

i promised u i would blog nonsensical shit to keep you entertained at work. so here i am smelling of champagne, lychees, vodka and aloe vera juice or watever. good shit mate!

jin min, noelle and i had a super fantabulous dinner at beow and ally's. pan mee! instant golden points in my books. a night filled with great pan mee, alcohol, chocolates, cards, gipsy kings and a kickin good time. oh, and not to forget their humping dog - oreo - who seemed to have taken a fancy to jin min as his humping outlet. see jin min? you have a purpose in life after all!

i had anOther dream about being chased last night. it was slightly disturbing. the dream started off with the melbourne AAs, the lesbos, pat, leo, manda and myself in noelle's apartment, planning a group trip to melaka or something. then we all decided to go for KFC. i was engrossed in reading something, before realising they had all left without me! so what's new. i'm always left behind.

anyway. i was rather pissed off so i called pat and gave him an ear bashing (i reeeaally wanted KFC). i was left alone while manda and leo were sleeping in noelle's room. now the disturbing part kicks in. some military guys were looking for me, but they couldn't see me because i was covering myself and my HORSE with HARRY POTTER's invisible cloak. yeah must've been a massive cloak.

so i'm trapped in this room with military guys poring over the melways trying to figure out where i might be hiding. there i am trying not to move, or even breathe, when i accidentally kick a chair. and the chase began. i ran out but had nowhere to hide. doors were locked. so i somehow jumped and grabbed onto a hole in the wall and clung for dear life.

the commander lunged up at me and i kicked him full force. he tried lunging at me again holding two metal bars. once again i kicked him off. then i used my legs, grabbed hold of his neck and kicked, attempting to crush his windpipes. i broke it. but didn't stop. i kept kicking until i was sure he was dead.

it was bloody and deliciously gory.

all my repressed anger surging up perhaps? hmmm. watch out. i can be angry bangry too!!



Alysia S. procrastinated again @ 1:13 am

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