04 November 2003 6:53 p.m. about the 'cool' uniform for the national service -- national service is not cool, it never will be. it's national service, it should be given the gravity it deserves. the government should stop worrying about whether it will be cool to the students; anything to do with the government is never cool anyway. boss them around, i say, and be proud of your self-righteous stuffy conservatism! turpentine dreams abound tonight. who needs grass when you have glossy finish maple honey? you just crack the cover off, take a deep whiff and off you go! those aren't tears of happiness, by the way. it's cheaper and lasts longer than grass as well. although, i must admit, the high left me nauseated and didn't last very long. how long does a marijuana high last anyway? i'm a huffer, not a smoker! i... i think i feel the side effects now!!! light headed... must lie down... Athletic Bilbo. went to the hardware store to buy paint today. i'm indulging in my artistic pretensions, you see, dabbling in aesthetism and all that. i thought i'd start off slow, with a huge canvas. good thing my mum wants me to paint the bathrooms next week. so after i got the satin finish turquoise blue and the glossy finish maple honey (yum), the proprietor decided that i look like a fragile type who needs some personal protection (even though my parents were right there). so, he gets the pepper spray off the shelf and shows it to me, telling me it's on discount and it's great for urban living cos it's in the name of self defence and all that. this gets my dad's attention, cos it's a guy thing to be interested in stuff that can hurt you. seeing the unexpected interest, boss man goes behind the counter and takes a billy club off the rack, and displays the spring-controlled extension, which can pack a painful punch in the guts. so i'm there, shaking my head, going, "no no no, i won't carry this stuff around -- i don't even have a handbag!" i did admire the knives in the display case lah, but the boss got my attention again with this ruddy long stick that crackled. upon closer inspection, it was a stun gun! i must have looked impressed, because he showed me how it was cleverly concealed by a torchlight on the top. they're illegal here, you see. in the end, we walked out with the paint and no self-defence gadgets, because you know how those things ruin your silhouette.
the word of the day is BOLLOCKS
and one cup to rule them all
i only wanted some paint...
