Thursday, October 30, 2008
Went out with Lezzy yesterday afternoon to shop in town. I wore a super kooky outfit - navy blue shirt inside, green shirt outside, red mini-skorts and high pink-and-black striped socks with flowery shoes. Yesh, I know I got no fashion sense. =_=



Only took a picture of the socks, with Lezzy's. :D

Went to Wisma, looked for shoes with Lezzy and her mum. Nothing really nice though, so we went to Far East. I picked up a hairband and some books. Then we saw Hannah and her friend (dunno what's her name o_o) and said Hi.

Went back home after dinner at Pastamania.

Ugh. I also realized that my new blog theme is giving an even WORSE impression to newcomers than the old Living-without-Life one. So I've changed it. AGAIN!

This time, I'm intending to STICK with it.

Fuck. Why can't I just let things go? Why must I be so fucking paranoid over this? I should've been able to move on. I've had way too much experience in that. Why is this time so sodding hard? I swear to myself , I WILL live through this period. It'll pass. And when it does, someday, I'll look back on this, and laugh. Fuck it all. I wish it never, ever happened.




Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Went kayaking today. Was paired with...

IRSYAD!

It was fun actually. Took a few photos on the bus, both to and from Changi.



Irsyad, sleeping with his head buried in the curtains, maybe 'cause I kept disturbing him. Muahaha.



Irsyad sleeping. SO CUTE!



Yee Seng, nuts as usual. I tied his "fringe" into a ponytail.



Irsyad and me! Don't we make an adorable couple?



Break WHAT to open?!



Pravin had that tag stuck on his back for the whole duration of the bus trip from our school to Changi, and he never realized it. When we laughed at him he thought he had something in his HAIR!



Zhe Ming, looking emo-ey. O_o

While we were kayaking, Irsyad kept rocking the kayak and made me scream more than a few times. He also tried to crash our kayak repeatedly into several different boats. I had to apologize more than a few times too. =_=

But it was really fun, apart from the "getting wet" thing.

I don't really have much stuff to post about now. So I'll talk about TWO sites:

The Moonlit Road

Hotel 626

Try 'em!

Both are kinda spooky. I shall talk about Hotel 626 first. Derrick recommended it to me. At first I couldn't try it because apparently, you have to "check in" between 6 pm to 6 am.

When I DID try it, I turned off the volume. Lol. It's quite scary actually, but really cool. It's a production by Doritos, which, as you may or may not know, is a brand of potato chips. Apparently, Le-yi told me that she had read online that Hotel 626 was created so that you could stuff your face full of Doritos while playing the game.

On to the Moonlit Road:

I used to love reading the stories on this site. Basically, it's a horror-story website. I'll post up my favorites, and summarise them:

The Sausage Ghost

In New Orleans, back in the 1800s, a young German couple opened up a sausage factory. They were well-respected, for they were always ready to greet customers with smiles, and called out the names of their regular customers whenever they walked into the store. And the sausages they made were simply delicious.

But behind the facade of this happy marriage, there were secrets lurking behind. In fact, the husband was getting sick and tired of his wife, because in his opinion, all their hard work had made her wrinkled and old. Also, he had a young mistress, and soon fell for her. But he knew he could never have a future with his mistress as long as his wife was still alive.

So, one night, after they had closed up, he sneaked up behind her and wrapped a cord around her neck. She struggled hard, but he was stronger. Soon, she stopped struggling altogether and collasped onto the floor. The man stood over her, the cord still clenched in his hands, and he thought: "I'm finally free!"

But in New Orleans, the houses are packed very closely to one another. So the man had to be careful so as not to be seen by his neighbors.

He grabbed his dead wife's body and dragged it towards the sausage machine. Then, he stuck her headfirst into the grinder!

Days passed and the man was very happy in his new life with his mistress. But he continued to keep their relationship a secret so that there wouldn't be any suspicion. Whenever his customers asked after his wife, he would say she was out visiting her in-laws, or was feeling ill. Life went on as normal, for nobody gave it a second thought.

However, it wasn't long before his wife's continued absence began to be noticed by the neighbors. They gossipped constantly about him, about his untidy appearance, bloodshot eyes, and the rapidly deteriorating quality of his sausages. Some of his customers had even bitten into strands of hair and pieces of cloth in their breakfast sausage.

One evening, as the man swept the floor and racked his brain desperately to think of a new excuse for his missing wife, he heard a strange thumping sound. It sounded like somebody was grinding sausages, and the sound came from the back room. He went to investigate - and what he saw froze him straight in his tracks.

Climbing out of the sausage grinder was his dead wife. Chunks of her hair were missing from her head, and her nose was bent and bloody. One eyeball stared at him - the other was missing from its socket. Her shop apron was stained so horribly with dried blood that it was no longer red, but black. She walked slowly towards her husband, her arms stretched out, and let out agonizing moans.

The man screamed and ran out of the house, and his concerned neighbors asked him what was wrong. He managed to calm down and answered that he had simply had a nightmare.

But then his neighbors began to mutter again. They believed he had murdered his wife. But if so, where was her body?

The answer came one morning when a customer bit into a piece of a gold wedding ring in her sausage. She immediately informed the police, who performed a raid on the sausage factory that very evening.

They found the man, huddled in a corner, and shaking very violently. He screamed that his wife was coming to get him. Convinced that he was insane, they locked him up in the nearest insane asylum.

However, the asylum did not protect the man from his dead wife. Night and day, he would scream that his wife had entered the room and was with him. He committed suicide eventually.

During the time when he was in the asylum, his house was rented out to another fellow, who said that the hauntings continued. There would be sudden screams in the house in the dead of the night, and sometimes the sausage machine would start working without being touched. Immediately after the suicide of the man, the hauntings ceased.

Today, you may still find a descendant of one of the unlucky ones to have eaten the tainted sausages during that year. Needless to say, that's probably another deep, dark secret, best taken to the grave.

The Coughing Dog

Kristin had always been the "black sheep" of her family. She was impulsive and headstrong, and rarely listened to other people, least of all her parents. As a result, they argued constantly.

It came as little surprise when Kristin announced her decision to leave her secure, high-paying job at a major coporation to fulfill her lifelong dream of being a full-time sculptor. She planned to move into an abandoned mill at one of the rougher regions of Atlanta, where she could convert part of the space there into a studio.

Her parents were horrified when they heard of her decision, not because of her changing jobs, but because the mill was barely a mile away from the local prison. Kristin did not see the need to set up expensive alarms, for her neighbors seemed nice enough. Her parents would lecture her endlessly about the dangers of leaving her house completely unprotected, but like so many of their other warnings, their words went in one ear and out the other.

So Kristin's father decided to buy a Doberman for Kristin. The dog was named Bishop, and had been treated badly by its previous owners, leading it to mistrust humans. But Kristin had always had a soft spot for animals, especially dogs, so her patience and love soon won over Bishop, and he would always be extremely protective of her whenever strangers approached.

One day, Kristin came home from a visit to the hardware store, to find Bishop lying on the floor of her bedroom, wheezing and coughing. She immediately drove him to the local veterinarian, who promptly performed many different tests on Bishop. The vet confirmed that Bishop wasn't dangerously sick, but he still couldn't figure out why Bishop was coughing.

"I'll run some more tests on Bishop this afternoon to figure out what's wrong with him," the vet assured Kristin. "Why don't you just go on home first. There's no sense in sitting around in the waiting room all day."

Kristin did have some things to do at home. So she went to the health food store and bought some things, then drove home. When she entered the house, she was greeted with the sound of the telephone ringing. Her arms were full of shopping bags, so she decided to let the caller leave a voice message. But to her surprise, no sooner had the phone stopped ringing then it started again. Perhaps it was an emergency, or a persistent telemarketer, Kristin dropped the bags in the kitchen and went to answer the phone.

"Hello?"

"Kristin?" She was surprised to find that her vet, of all people, was on the line. "Kristin, I have found results on why Bishop was coughing. I need you to come back to the clinic."

"I'll be there in an hour or so..."

"No, Kristin." gasped the vet. His voice was guarded, as if he was holding back something. "Come back to the clinic NOW."

Kristin walked into her bedroom and sat on the bed, blinking in surprise. "Is Bishop okay?"

"Are you alone in your house?" the vet blurted out suddenly. Kristin could sense the tension lurking beneath his words.

"Yes." she said.

The vet's voice grew even more agitated and barely controlled. "Kristin, we'll talk later. Just get in the car now."

"But why?" Kristin asked stubbornly.

The vet gave a loud sigh. "Listen, Kristin. I don't know how to tell you this. I found out why Bishop was coughing."

At that point, Kristin noticed that the glass of the window of her bedroom had been smashed. Sunlight was streaming in onto the carpet. The window was unlocked.

"Are you there?"

"Yes." Kristin stammered, her voice beginning to shake. Her eyes stared at the mess of the broken shards of glass on the carpet, and saw drops of blood leading from the window to the closet, the door of which stood partially open.

"Well." The vet sighed again. "We found fingers in Bishop's throat, Kristin. Human fingers."

As the vet spoke, Kristin sat upright on her bed, in horror, watching the door of the closet open slowly, creaking loudly on its rusty hinges.

"Did you hear what I am saying?! The dog bit off the fingers from somebody's hand!"

Kristin still didn't answer. She stared, transfixed, and watched in mute horror as a hand, with blood streaming from where the fingers should have been, wrapped around the edge of the closet door. On that hand was the orange sleeve of a prison uniform.

"T-there's somebody here," Kristin whispered.

"FOR GOD'S SAKE, KRISTIN! GET OUT OF THE HOUSE! NOW!"

The phone went dead.