Today
Today was extremely traumatizing.
My life, as i've always known it, has ceased to exist. Today, i was put into the hands of two rather incapable-looking people. One after the other, they came at me; relentless. One at a time, they terrorized my very being; one by one, they mangled my very soul. With a moron(Joanie) counting bends aimlessly and inaccurately in the background, Seng "i'm-pretending-im-driving-a-mudzter-race-car-driver-wannabe Chen" proceeded to shorten my span of life as she zipped along the '13'-bend "race course". My heart flip-flopped desperately all over the place as i reached out and grabbed the comforting arm of my Cabbagetutu(which proved absolutely no comfort). My life began to spin around me..i tried to say my last goodbyes...
A collective sigh of relief ensued. We were safe! We were alive! But only for the moment. Next, 4 people crammed at the back of the car were seen craning their heads in frantic recognition of danger. "Turn after the taxiiii passes" screeched the Moron(joanie, who else?); And after the 5 whole minutes of intensely gruelling and emaciating panic, our lives put in the mere gloved hands of a Sengyat, we were there. As we piled out of the car, my legs almost gave way.
Of course Slow's homeward bound driving only served to cause further damage to my heart, health and life, but it was infinitely better. Though as incapable-looking as Seng "Chen", Slow's steadiness and unspoken confidence impressed me. (Note, this is only because i want Slow to pick us up tomorrow - We'll be waiting!)
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Mahjong, manicures, pedicures, dvds, maniacal laughter(from my Cabbagetutu no less), bowling right in the centre, changing lanes, speed bowling and kicking those Chocolate Shits' asses, my life passing through my eyes TWICE, more insane laughter, gross cheating and good food - what more could a girl ask for? Whether all the Tutus are together, or whether there are only some of us, whenever we are together, wherever we are, we always manage to have fun - be it nearer to our deaths kind of fun, or just good ol' fashion plain fun!
As we were eating dinner, Slow's extremely nice parents brought up an excellent point(one wonders how Slow turned out this way), which was that we should always find a way to stay in contact because once good friends, we'll be good friends for life. With the Tutus, life is never dull. And everyone is so easy going, naturally happy and aptly quirky. What i like about us is that we don't take things so seriously and we have so much fun doing it. For instance, our grand cheating (wink wink joanie) at Mahjong (no we didnt cheat what!!) was taken so happily and with so much goodwill. Blatant taking of tiles, keeping tiles, exchanging "tai"s, stealing "hua"s and under-the-table-swopping never so much as hindered our game. The game just went on as usual! And the cheaters(what?! who cheated?!! who??) were allowed to win without any fuss. Yet, when called upon, the tutus can be found to listen to and help with problems, be they relationship wise(like those to do with fruits..heh) or problems in general.
Clubbing with the Tooties is also a hilarious affair, and i will be looking forward to tomorrow's clubberonic experience and the stayover. Actually we've come a long way..from the really 'Toot' years (who was toot? not me..! i was always cool OK..)of secondary school to the pretending-to-be-more-grown-up years of JC to our relaxing post-JC-pre-Uni years, i don't think we could say we've ever had a dull moment when we're together. Even pia-ing 2 yrs work of maths, which up to this day i never really got, together was an enjoyable affair. Friends, even lovers, tend to drift apart, but here's to hoping that even if we do happen to move further away, somehow our lives will always meet. And when they do, the usual uproar and psychoticness will ensue.
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Here's hoping our manicure n mahjong photos will ensue sometime too. Heh.
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So all in all, today's been a pretty interesting day. Woke up at 12, met Jem for lunch, where he patted my head because i was in slippers, experienced the crazies with the tooties, then the boyfriend came over, did nothing for a bit - that was eventful - and then the all-"exciting" power failure! Well, well, not a bad today. And tomorrow, i'll see about the 4-day rule..
Apparently, my quiz was too easy.. which is why everyone kept getting pretty high scores! Which, by the way, not that i am unhappy about. But made another one just to challenge you people a bit more. Same location..do the first one then the harder one below it. Not that i want to have more untrue friends but surely everyone cant know me so well! i protest! Do the harder one, do the harder one!
I believe i had one of these quizzes way back when.. but now, i have made another!
Friendtest .. the true test of knowledge lies here. Mwahaha.
Obligations, Shoes and Phuket
Aren't family obligations such a drag? And i don't mean the part of the family you like. I mean the part you don't. Those of you who know what i'm talking about, i am most displeased about this particular obligation. Yet, i am so very curious to meet this obligation head on and see what kind of obligation it is. Curious because i really cannot figure it out. And it bloody irks me so. Never have i failed to be able to read obligations before..but this one is such a conundrum.
Said Jem to me, why are you so bothered? Said me to him, Shuttup, Go away, Shoo. Said Sean to me, why are you so bothered? Said me to him, Why darling, just because! But i'm not so very much bothered by the obligation at hand, but that it was made to family, if you get my drift..No? Well, that's your problem.
Whatever. We shall soon see. And to a certain Da Xiang Gong of mine, i'm sorry you're not here to stalk us. Its your own fault, really. You could have gone to Phukit any other weekend..but ooh noo, u just had to choose this one...well! On the other hand, you are rather smart to a certain degree to escape my clutches today, since later i fully intend to buy a pair of Levi's jeans. And we all know what happens when i do.
Oh oh and whilst we are on the topic of shopping(!!), i shall delve into a sub-category of grave concern - shoes! I have found the perfect little shoe shop that sells the most darling of shoes. Eventually, i will buy up every pair in the shop. You who are interested in knowing where it is, can of course ask me about it. But most likely i will tell you when i next see or talk to you, yes, whether you are male or female, whether you are interested or not. Deal with it.
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Fine, i'm not angry with the Person any longer. Actually i don't think i ever was. How could anyone be angry with the Person for long? Well.. ermm.. actually.. Err..anyway! Was going to say something about school starting soon, but i figure thinking about it would be too taxing, so i stopped myself from thinking. About it, that is. Shoes and jeans! Today im on a mission.
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That's the problem with waking up so early. I was rudely awoken at 12.10pm by, of course, who else but my mother - some people were here to fix my air-con apparently, which i didnt even know was spoilt come to think of it..i mean it was still as cold as ever..something which i should ask about actually..hmm.. Anyway, got up ate some yoghurt(!!)- the strawberry kind - and now its barely past 2 and i'm hungry. This is preposterous! If i was to wake up at my normal, say 1/2hr - 1 hr frm now, i would be much less liable and predisposed to eat. Well, to the kitchen; to the kitchen.
That Person.
I swear, i have the absolute worst friends! The absolute bloody worst! Well, not all of them, in fact most of them are OK..Hell, all of them aren't bad except a very particular One. A most maddeningly inane, ridiculous, retarded, restricted, rumsical, rude, ruddy and rabid certain Person. Bloody hell! I swear i could kill that Person!
Left a few "Death Threats" in that Person's voicemail. The Person damn well check it. Because of that very Person, an entire, yes, an ENTIRE, outing was cancelled. CANCELLED. On account of ONE PERSON. THAT PERSON. Which led to consequences, on me, who else?, that were absolutely bloody disastrous! Have i told you i don't like that Person?! Well, i don't.
Who be that Person? Well, i shan't give that Person the HONOUR of having that Person's name mentioned on my blog. Bah! That Person indeed..
If you don't already know, i'm big on quizzes. Sort of like a quiz junkie..used to scour the net for silly little quizzes i could fill in to found out either what i already knew of myself or whatever bullwinkle untruths i could find. All in all, i just like taking them, OK? Deal with it.
Anyway, here are a bunch:
You have a mysterious kiss. Your partner never
knows what you're going to come up with next;
this creates great excitement and arousal never
knowing what to expect. And it's sure to end
in a kiss as great as your mystery.
What kind of kiss are you? brought to you by Quizilla
You are a child's kiss. Completely sweet and
innocent and pure. You mean no harm and only
love in your sweet kisses.
What kind of kiss are you? brought to you by Quizilla
(Mm, maybe i am a mysterious childlike kiss? Doesnt make sense though..)
PASSIONATE LOVER. You love to love, always looking
for a relationship. You cannot live without it.
Your lover must be passionate and you want
that you and your partner melt into each other.
He/She should not try to take the domination .
You dont want a relationship without passion,
and the sexuality plays a big part. The first
moment you meet him/her is one of the most
important. There has to be something between
you , you cannot explain. From the first moment
on everything must fix. But when this passion
disappears you disappear to. For you it is
better to leave than to see your love
restrained.
~THE big LOVE TEST!! What do you need? With PICS! For girls and boys!~ brought to you by Quizilla
(I'm sorry if the picture is a bit too explicit for the faint hearted.)
Congradulations! you are going to marry freddie
prinze jr.!! Hes cute, loyal, funny, sweet...
what more could you ask for?
Which male celebrity are you going to marry? (14 choices now!!) brought to you by Quizilla
(YES! YES! YES!!!)
My inner child is ten years old!
(I kinda hoped i would be younger.)
-Perfect- You're the perfect girlfriend. Which
means you're rare or that you cheated :P You're
the kind of chick that can hang out with your
boyfriend's friends and be silly. You don't
care about presents or about going to fancy
placed. Hell, just hang out. You're just happy
being around your boyfriend.
What Kind of Girlfriend Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla
(For this one, i would like to point out that though i did NOT cheat, this quiz is rubbish. I mean, i may be perfect, as perfect as anyone can be, but to say i don't care about presents or about going to fancy places, is a damned lie and you know it!)
Your a goddess! Forget angels, its all about you.
Angels serve god, right? So why not be a
goddess? Hold on there, girl, and easy with the
fame. A Goddess is absolutley the most
beautiful, powerful, and magic being alive
there is, but they can tend to be quite
obnoxious. Some goddesses go a little to far
with their power, and turn greedy and shallow.
Good ones are pure and full of life, and if on
earth, flowers sprout at their steps. Others,
decided to live in a palace in heaven, with
such beauty never knwon. They are very kind and
good leaders, but can tend to be a little lazy,
jelous, greedy, and obnoxious.
What Kind of ANGEL are you? (For Girls only) This Quiz has amazingly Beautiful Pictures!
brought to you by Quizilla
(Hell, if i'm a goddess, what's a little arrogance? I will smite you who dare offend me! Mwaha mwa ha ha ha..)
Addictions
For all you pitiful souls who aren't in the know, golf and yoghurt are my new additions. The latter more so than the former, by the way. So great is my addition that i made a determined effort to switch to Yogurt Lite - which i am very pleased to announce, is either totally fat free or 99% fat free(!!) depending on the brand. Marigold for the former and Yoplait for the latter, if you were interested. Anyway, for reasons unbeknownst to the universe and myself, Yogurt has become my new favourite food. In fact, i have a cupa' right next to me now - Marigold, NON FAT, might i add, Aloe Vera yogurt, with Calcium and Fibre.
Oh, how heavenly!! Mm Mmm.. Mmmmmmmm.. If i could eat nothing but Yogurt for breakfast..oh wait, i don't wake up in time for that.. well, for lunch and dinner, i'd be the happiest girl in the world. However, there are apparently rules about proper meals in my family, so i am currently only one of the various happiest girls in the world.
Really, you should try Yogurt for yourselves. So smooth, so rich, so delectable...
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On the other hand, I'm rather into Golf of late. When i was young(er), my parents made me take golfing lessons, which i of course, being the good obedient daugher i am, was and always will be, hated and refused to go for. But! Now that i am (just a little) older, i have found out the true joys of Golf! i.e. i found out that playing Golf would require me to get a whole new extension of my wardrobe! Oh, what glee. Shopping just took on a whole different turn. So i've been stocking my closet with Golf tops, Golf pants, Golf skirts, Golf cut-offs, Golf polos, Golf long sleeves, Golf sunglasses and Golf accessories. An all in all very Golf-fitable expense of money and time!
Blood is thicker than Water
I seem to be, of late, bleeding all over the darn place. I don't know why but blood seems to be spurting out of me from various places. I scratch at my leg and to my horror, i bleed. I scratch at my elbow, and to my displeasure, there's blood. Anywhere i seem to tear at, i seem to bleed. And i don't understand why!
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Anyway, apparently Fartz is under the impression i spoke ill of her and disgraced her publicly on my last post. I, however, beg not only to differ, but to point out that, of all the times i have publicly embarrassed/abused/insulted her, this was by far, the least intentional. In fact, i have absolutely no recollection of mentioning her at all. Or even making any reference, implication, insinuation, connotation, allegation or supposition to/about her what-so-ever. But, if i must, for the sake of my FUTURE, i humbly apologise for apparently and most inadvertently distressing her "pretty little head" - and you know why it is in inverted comas.
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I'm bloody hungry. Maybe i've been losing too much blood.
The Ring
Was presented with yet another ring today, but this one i will treasure most. All other rings misplaced, cast aside, vanished; forever that is lost. This ring is the ring which bodes most well; which though slightly loose, it fits the best. The ring symbolises much, a princess' crown, a binding tender impartiality. Who else treats me with such loyal affection, unwavering in taking hit upon hit of hurltling abuse; who else waits upon my every need, carries my shopping, relieves me of burdensome books while making one's own load so much greater? Who else brings such joy and happiness, puts a smile upon my very face? Who else can i never stay mad at, can never stop talking to? The bearer of the ring is great, as great as one could be. And it is tonight i swear, i'd always remember thee.
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Well, if you want me to write so tenderly and poetically about thee, then give me a ring, dammit.
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I have decided! Unlike my unbred, uncultured and unstylish friends, who have proclaimed they will marry whoever proposes with a Tiffany and Co's engagement ring, or rock as i'd like to call it, I, on the other hand, will give myself most willingly to whoever proposes with a Harry Winston and an Edison Chen poster. Full sized. Both the rock and the poster i mean. And one cannot be without the other. Not that i'm saying of course, that i wouldn't accept one without the other. Tiffany and Co's for Chumps. Bvlgari kicks it up a notch but Harry's the real deal.
To you who gave me the Edison Chen stuff, i am most most most grateful! Bordering on love, might i add. Bordering. But it strikes me as a pity that one so gorgeously magnificent and so wondrously handsome as my beloved, has such a terrible voice. Darling Eddy, i am afraid to say, does not sing very well. At all. Ah, but at least he still has his looks..aah, at least he still has his looks..
Goodness Goddness Me...
Why am i always Aphrodite?! Its my 3rd "goddness" quiz and its my 3rd Aphrodite so far. Really, i'm truly a good girl, virtuous, honest and pure!
On another note, i brought Jem to buy underwear today. Bought a pretty little pink pair! With flowers and all that. Oh, come, it wasnt intentional. Happened to be walking past and well, it was pretty.
Anyway, im really a very good girl. Got my Father a Father's Day present today, only to find out Father's day is not tomorrow but next Sunday. Oh heavens!
Oh, oh, you guys have to check this clip out. Trust me, it'll have u going "What the hell?" for the first part and then "What the hell!" at the end. Its hilarious. Im sure u guys will like it - especially Meanso, mi fea!
http://dkny.com/control/story#
Oh crud. Apparently its a "Cheong Sum" not a "Chong Sam".
My strange addition to all things "Chinese", apart from of course the actual speaking, learning and writing of the Chinese language, has amused many who claim for one who's damn near Chinese illerate, i display a ridiculous liking for things that are Chinese. And yes, i admit i have a rather inane liking for Cheong Sums and things that display chinese-y motiffs. But they are so oriental! How absolutely pretty!
Irony, thy name is Alicia.
My Wedding Dress
I've decided wear a Chong Sam for my wedding. A lovely little Chong Sam. How exciting. Now i can't wait to get married! I guess it'd have to be a white Chong Sam. A lovely white little Chong Sam with a high slit and a white veil.
Hunk-Kay HeinZ
Oh coooome on!! Hunky Heinz HAS natural charisma!!! HUNKY HEINZ!! There's absolutely nooothing wrong with Hunk-ay Heinzzz..MMm mm..Hunk-kay hunk-kay hunk-kay HeinZzz! And the polish dude is really getting on my nerves, BIGTIME!
And definitely cannot wait for next week when Simon turns against the Canadian judge and calls him "absolutely moronic"! Ha! Please, whoever im going out with on Wednesday, remind me i need to reach home before 10.30 next wed.
I miss you more than i can say; more than i want to say. When im with you, you make me laugh, you make me smile, you make me happy, all warm and fuzzy inside. When you put your arms around me, you are my hero, my tree of solid oak. When you kiss me, fireworks explode around us. When you look at me, i burst with pride. Was it love? Is it love? I don't think so. I can't say i've ever experienced true love, but this might have been good enough. Who's to say?
Was breaking up; running away from you; a stupid thing to do? Was it really for the best? Would a long distance relation have killed us anyway? Most definitely. But could it have been different? Would i have accepted NUS law for you? Would i have made the sacrifice? Let's face it, probably not. And the alternative step that big would not have boded well for me; for either of us in the long run. Sometimes i want to tell you how much you mean/meant to me, how sorry i am for how things turned out. But i can't. The words don't form, the syllables don't get articulated.
On a whim, after you put down the phone, i cut a lock of hair for you. Stupid as it sounds, i actually did do it. Maybe i will give it to you before August. Maybe i won't. Im not sure what i want; i don't want to rekindle our relationship, yet i don't want to let you go. Is it your friendship i crave or is it reliving past memories that flood me so? I want your arms around me, to have you hold me close. Yet i don't love you. Not in that way. Not in love with you.
Is it ridiculous that i feel weird around you sometimes now? And i sense the feeling's mutual. The gawky awkardness overwhelms me even when we're laughing, like ive floated out of my body and am looking down upon us; and i look up and see you too have floated out of your body; our eyes meet and we give each other a wry, knowing smile, then continue to look down upon ourselves with detachment.. And how we seldom touch and are so careful around each other. I guess it wouldn't be appropriate seeing the present situation. Now i sit squashed to one side while u sit squashed to the other, as if if our legs or arms made contact, we'd explode. The tension lurks whilst the mood is light.
Yet we go on as if everything is normal between us. We still go out - dinners, movies, gatherings. We still have long conversations about nothing over the phone. I wish i could say this to your face. Or tell you this somehow. But i can't and won't. And that's how things will be. You'll never know and we'll drift further and further apart till we be nothing more than strangers with familiar faces. And that is how things will be.
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Apparently my 'inner Goddess' is "Aphrodite - the patron Goddess of Love, Beauty and prostitutes". Yes, i had a double take at 'prostitutes'. I squinted a bit, then i stared, moved my head a little up, then a little down, rested my hand on my chin, tilted my head left, then right, then left again and stared some more, waiting for the word to change to 'prosperity'. Unfortunately, it did not.
The Height of My Life...
I am officially embracing my true height. For years i have been looking on in wonderment as my friends(if i must call them that..) romp around in nothing more than slippers on their feet. Well, i stare in amazement no longer! 6 over years of knowing a certain individual or two have finally rubbed off on me. I challenge my height no more. I accept the gauntlet. I embrace slipper-dom. Bloody hell! They're amazingly comfortable. I could romp all day in those babies and not get a single blister! And i've been told they've even added a bounce to my stride. Pshaw..fancy you looking at my behind as i bounced away! Naughty thing..
Oh, oh! Not that i would neglect you gals either, my pretty array of heeled princesses!! Never! (Shh..softer now..softer..my princesses are getting a bit twitchy hearing me go on about my new found bundles of joy) I promise i will still wear you gals to functions, certain country clubs, restaurants, first dates and look at you all sitting pretty, with such pride and admiration which chronicles nothing less than a happy mother! But other than that.. ha ha ha..!!
So i yesterday i commenced my shopping for the perfect outfits to fuel my new-found slipper-obession. Oh yes, definitely, slippers call for totally different shirts, blouses, pants, skirts, accessories and bags from heels. Surely everyone knows that! And due to a little closet Genius, who up till forced, refused to acknowledge her own brilliance, i purchased a lovely pair of '3/4's tt will fit my any of my slippers to a 'T'! Later i will continue my hunt for more of such delicate beauties. In fact, ive already got a bag in mind.
Alas, i am rather low on funds. Well, not like that's ever stopped me before. Anyway, a few people have accused me of doing nothing but shopping all day long. Well, erm, uhh.. jealous is it?! Hmph.
Sunday
I wonder if a certain someone saw a certain someone else today. And i wonder how that certain someone else looked. Smart? Chic? Casual? Hot? I wonder what that someone wore. What pants? What shirt? What shoes? Was he in his Sunday best? Was the certain one happy? Sad? Reserved? What did the certain someone eat for lunch? Did the someone break a sweat, is the someone safe?
The certain someone paragons all else - mistique, hope, treasure, potential.
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Tomorrow i meet with both hope and anxiety. Both ways i stand to lose - one loss will bring me relief and happiness; the other will bring me woe. Only 2 else know the truth. Only 2 else can be told. The 2 else know me through and through, the 2 else will share my loss.
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me: "hey, i wanna learn a 3rd language - maybe french or spanish."
my mum: "Why don't you try to learn a 2nd language first?"
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I found out what Jam, Honey, Butter means.
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To say the least, i'm a bit bothered about what you told me. You've not only confused me but made things unbelieveable uncomfortable between us. Don't you know it'd never work? There are things i cannot tell you to your face but believe me when i say, we could try all night and day, but it'd still be without a cause. Why is it after all this time, you've finally spoken from your heart? A distant memory will be, forever that is yours.
When we were young, no doubt, we were told to dare to dream. I wanted to be a ballerina, standing on my tippy-toes, swirling in eternity, a picture of a rose. But YOU, an astronaut, dear boy?! Now, THAT will make me laugh!
What?! i hate teachers! Everyone knows that.. but kudos to the long flowing hair..and i will plan my own 'surprise' ending.. mwahhaa..
KISSY KISSY
Its 3.10 in the morning and i miss him. Stupid but true. Dammit! this is my blog and i damn well will say what i feel. I dun care who reads this. I miss him. Though prob not in the love-lorn pining, heart-beating-as-one-crap way.. but in the way one might miss the moon, i suppose..the long ass late-night-into-the-wee-hours-of-the-morning talks, the admiration(well, i do like to be looked at constantly), the nice strong forearms, the comforting shoulder, that brilliant playful smile, the rugged-just-woke-up-meets-surfer-boy appearance, the boyish twinkle in the eyes.. Sigh..Those eyes..and the captivating smile..deeply embedded in my mind's eye..the self assured slightly cocky but never too outlandish cockiness..i miss my Edison Chen poster so damn much!!!
Can you believe it? It fell from the door and my maid thought it was rubbish and threw it away..i mean..how could this happen?!
Oh yeah, the long ass late-night-into-the-wee-hours-of-the-morning talks are one-sided. Deal with it.
About a Dinosaur...
I hate you,
You love me,
We're as happy as can be..
With a great big bang
and a shot from the cannon,
No more pur-ple dino-sauuuurrr!
Since the computor's on and i got ready a tad bit too early, there's time for a little rant! My, my, aren't you lucky? Yes, you are! Yeees, youuu arrrre! Anyway, was drying my hair when i saw Barney on the telly and i thought to myself, "Wouldnt it just SUCK to be Barney?" I mean..
1) he's purple
2) he's fat
3) he's extinct
4) he's ugly
5) he has extremely short arms - u know i just noticed how short his arms are..they are so short i cant think of anything else to say about how absolutely ridiculously ludicrously stunted his arms are..they're practically stubs! Who has such undersized arms?! Who? who? who?!!
6) he's weird - he's a singing dino, a crooning purple dino, a serenading fat purple dino for pete's sake
7) he's insane - can you the glint of insanity in his eyes? the glazed over, cloth & synthetisized eyes?! If you could get all of insanity in the entire world, compress it and bottle it, tt wld be BARNEY.
8) he has to be operated by some dude before he can be all of the above.
Which brings me to my next point : It must really suck to be the dude who has to play Barney. It must really stink in there.
Well, toodeloo, remember, we all love me. World peace starts with love. Love, sweet love. Loving me, that is.
