Girlday (A comic) Part 1

Girlday (A comic) Part 2

Girlday (A comic) Part 3

The Clubhouse

So, we have a club house now. We, would be me... and the 'gang'.

The gang is an amoeba like organisation with people coming and going (usually, going to KL), but these days it generally consists of the following 20-somethings and 30-somethings:

Capes, Tats, Romz, Boon, Jobe, Fon, Hockster, Girly, Ronz, Elmengster, Flo, Paddios, Big J, Rubybaby, Jen, Khimmy San, Eric, Cha boh and some dude named Chiet.

Our satellite members in Kl that I can think of are:
Eds, Suet, Bitch & Barney

These are the guys I usually play Dungeons & Dragons with, have crazy booze parties with, have round table sessions with, and get lost in toilets with after I pass out drunk.

My goblok cousin Capes has been a key part of this group ever since the 'DOT m y' days when a few of us met through a non-profit internet/computer assocation thingy with high ideals. It has devolved to what it is today. MUAH HAHHAHAHA. More power to us.

And I'm working on getting Daphne inducted. Just have to think up an 'induction ritual' now and pass it off as a long-standing rite of passage. (Hoping Daphne won't read this post).

The rite will undoubtedly involve Daphne drinking herself blind! Who's with me? Say 'aye'.

So we used to just gather in front of this cybercafe in Fettes Park called Netcity, our friend being a manager of the chain. However, ever since Edgar aka Jobe fell asleep drunk in the Netcity toilet... (very gross) we thought... a clubhouse be a good idea (very cool).

And now, in the past month... it has come to be!
We now have a double storey semi-detached house in Lembah Permai, with enough garden space to wedge in about 8-10 cars. We have a few mascots (Meng's cat 'Snowball', Jobe's snake and a fish). Snowball roams freely, Jobe's snake is confined to his quarters and the fish, I just heard, moved into its brand new pond that the guys finished digging up last night.

We have a foosball table. I'm dying to get my hands on a pool table. And soon...

Project : Make Terrain for RPG Table-top

Project code : T4TT (Terrain 4 Table Top)

Project leader : Capes

Commencement : When i have at least 3 or more people signing up

Please sign up :

1) Jobe <- Styrafoam supplies and random landscape effects. Methods may prove destructive, and possibly hazardous.

2) Fon, will provide epic level colossal fiendish cat

3)Meng<- styrafoam and any genaral help....>

4)RonZ <- Smoke & Fire / Sound effects

5)Gayle <- Paints and random poundin' (not necessary with a hammer)

6)

7)

8)

Thanks for the response!!

Will get tarted(pun intended) in organising days and EQ needed to build shit up. Or down. No, Rons, we cannot use smoke or fire....sound effects...maybe...

• First project :
• Elminsters Tower!!
• Difficulty : Easy
• Needs : A colour laser printer (or access to one) (Boon? Jobe?)
• Mounting Board (to stiff things up) 180g simili paper will be perfect (Capes ninja from office)
• Glue (not the epoxy resin kind, the average superglue will do)
• Scissors (not Edward) or Penknife works
• PDF plans (will mail to whoever can print)

Attached below is the Final product and basic guide. Of course this project is opened to "mods". What are we if not "modders" We must mod.

*mod = modify

And I just realised how nerdy we really are.
Really wish I had a camera to document this project. Anyone out there wanna buy me one?

A Girly Drunken Afternoon

So, cleaned my room. Had a slight accident with the damn air revitaliser. Note to self, don't balance that thing on my bedpost anymore. Remember that it fell the last time and spilled water and fragrance oil all down the steps of my loft bed.

As to what's being planned for the day....

Daphne says: (11:22:04 AM)
i'm reading your ocd blog...hahahaha...

Daphne says: (11:22:11 AM)
just got to the part about the clothes pegs

Gayle says: (11:22:37 AM)
yeah, all that coffee - made me feel industrious about taking pictures

Daphne says: (11:22:56 AM)
haha....shirl there yet?

Gayle says: (11:23:07 AM)
nah. she decided she'd go do some chores first and come over about 1

Daphne says: (11:23:30 AM)
alrighty

Gayle says: (12:12:20 PM)
babe, could u bring the sticky roller thing 4me pls?

Daphne says: (12:12:47 PM)
i've been trying to find my new one but can't find it....

Daphne says: (12:13:01 PM)
will bring you the one i use....you use it first la in the meantime....haha....

Gayle says: (12:14:27 PM)
no need lah babe

Daphne says: (12:14:53 PM)
i hardly use it anyway....

Daphne says: (12:15:32 PM)
nevermind....since i'm going to hunt for the ribena afterwards....you want me to buy 1 for you if i happen to see it?

Gayle says: (12:15:48 PM)
yes pls :D

Daphne says: (12:15:59 PM)
ok....if got i'll get it for you la....

Gayle says: (12:17:19 PM)
i wanna drink oredy

Gayle says: (12:17:20 PM)
want want want

Gayle says: (12:17:27 PM)
i think shirl's bringing 2 types of vodka and chivas

Daphne says: (12:17:44 PM)
walau....we gonna be drunk....

Daphne says: (12:18:14 PM)
did u tell her to bring her makeup kit over? hahaha.....

Gayle says: (12:19:21 PM)
haha yes. she said she lazy, and refused at first. but then realised that she'd better otherwise she suddenly gatai then i have to turn her into a zombie with my makeup again

Gayle says: (12:21:14 PM)
i could also use some super absorbant tampons. hahahaha

Daphne says: (12:22:05 PM)
hot diggity....i found the sticky roller thingy!!

Daphne says: (12:22:12 PM)
i was on a MISSION!

Gayle says: (12:22:38 PM)
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

Gayle says: (12:22:42 PM)
see i told you!

Gayle says: (12:22:49 PM)
it's... what's the damn word

Daphne says: (12:22:58 PM)
dude, it's rubbing off....damn....

Gayle says: (12:23:03 PM)
lol yeah no shit

Gayle says: (12:23:07 PM)
wait till i get u with the laundry

Daphne says: (12:23:26 PM)
*screams and runs away*

Laundry OCD

O.C.D.
Obsessive Compulsive Disorder

It's a fickle thing. It doesn't mean that I'm a neat freak. No, it's not that. It means that certain things tweak me the wrong way. And I'm only a mild case, with infrequent symptoms.

• Like turning the lights on, then off, then on, then off... to make sure it really was off.
• Like making sure all my appointments are written in my diary otherwise I simply cannot function because I don't truly believe that the appointments are real unless they're written down. Even when the appointment is over & done with, knowing it wasn't written down beforehand nags at me.

My best friend Shirley once threatened to throw my diary at me cause I wanted to 'pencil in' a coffee date with her at Gurney Plaza while we were riding the elevator... at Gurney Plaza.

• Like trying to find lighter gas refill. Wasn't even my lighter. The owner was like 'to hell with that' after the first shop. And I went, "Nooooooooooo." "NOOOOOOOOOO let's go here, come along. Nope. Yeah. Let's try here too." And yeah we finally found it, and I was happy. And Daphne was pointing at me, and shaking her head, giggling and repeating "OCD. OCD, man. Dude you were on a mission. Hahahaha."
  
• Like when I accidentally left my exercise ball at Starbucks. Despite knowing that my friend who works in MPH was going to retrieve it for me, I made Daphne drive over there with me anyway cause I'd feel really shitty if I lost it and knew I myself didn't attempt to physically go over there to retrieve it. So we went. And sat in the car waiting. I felt good just being within the vicinity of it.
  

And once I parked the car, after all the hyperactive caffeine induced chatter and laughing and praying my stuff didn't walk away on its own two legs, I said to Daphne in a tragic undervoice...



"You know. I wasn't always like this babe."

I get greeted by shrieks of laughter.
*wry look*

((All I can say to Daphne now is... what's up with not buying a new lighter for the longest time cause you felt like you're being a traitor to your old favourite one that broke? Eh? *poke* ))

And then in the car, I continued to story Daphne about my Laundry OCD. Which is peculiar. Because before I moved back home, I was never afflicted with it. But one day while hanging out my laundry, my mum passed this disease on to me.

I hung my clothes with whichever clothes pegs were to hand. And then she looks at me and tut tuts. She takes the damn thing from me, and then removes the green peg... and replaces it with an orange peg... to match the other peg. "See? Matching coloured pegs," she says, damn pleased with herself.

I laugh my arse off at her. I go, "Oohh OOh look ma, look what I'm doing." And then purposely switch the colour of the pegs just to irritate her and make her laugh.

And then the strangest thing happened. I squinted and paused. And made them the same colour again.

And I've been that way ever since. Worse. It's not just limited to the colour of the peg. But the type. And the size. And and and and it's political affiliations even, if it HAS to come to that!!!!!!!!

Let me show you.

This is where it gets ugly.

I feel shame.

But you know, the slim hangers are for like T-shirts and stuff. And the bloated oval ones are for like shorts. And the huge bloated ones are for like, jeans and undies and stuff.

And and and. The average pegs are for regular clothes. The bigger pegs are for jeans and heavier clothes. And the long pegs are to clip collars together around the top of a hanger to make sure they don't get out of shape! And those cute old fashioned woody pegs are for hanging stuff out on a regular laundry line - like towels and socks.

Really.

And delicate wash bags are for like delicate clothes and girly clothes with those tangly long bits. And I have round 'shaped' bags to keep my bras in shape and to make sure my heavy studded-belts don't knock all my other clothes senseless.

And I do 5 loads.

• Normal whites. (Regular soap + softener + normal spin cycle)
• Normal coloured. (same)
• Jeans. (Just soap. No softener. And normal spin cycle)
• Delicate whites. (A little less of that harsh soap. Softener. Delicate cycle)
• Delicate coloured. (Same)

Now I know my friends laugh at me about this. But am I really the only one who does this?

Shahfizzletennis

So I was talking to Daphne today about my dilemma.

I said, "Babe. Should I send that follow up email? I didn't get any response from my original mail you know although I have evidence that it was received and read. So you know, to drive my point home kinda thing and to encourage a response from the follow up one? I mean shall I be dogged about it till a new result is received. I'm half a mind about it."

And she was like, "Babe."

"You send the ball over to his court right. And he's supposed to send it back. And is it that important anyway that you need it back... that you end up doing all the work in the end?"

"I mean, picture this. You send the ball over."

"Then you actually walk over to the other side and bring it back."

*significant pause*

"AND Then you send the ball over again. And then you go again and bring it back."

"Send it over. Bring it back. Send it over. Bring it back."

*Daphne gives me a look*

*crickets*


Muah hahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!



I think to myself... no one's ever put anything to me quite like that. Not only was it hilarious while being wonderfully forthright. It was instantly convincing & a ridiculous enough image for me to say, "Hell yeah. Fuck that shit." Sometimes, all the psychobabble just takes too long.


Finally, Daphne quips...
"It's your O.C.D. again isn't it?"

The Mutton Debate

Rom || Keeper of Secrets , Corruptor of Souls says: (4:17:47 AM)
i tell you , u can make a bestseller from my msn convos

Gayle says: (4:18:03 AM)
totally man, you're my best msn based blog-fodder lah

Rom || Keeper of Secrets , Corruptor of Souls says: (4:18:28 AM)
how nice to know, still no skypee though lol

Rom || Keeper of Secrets , Corruptor of Souls says: (4:18:51 AM)
oh waiyt, there u are!

Rom || Keeper of Secrets , Corruptor of Souls says: (4:19:23 AM)
only missing cam now

Rom || Keeper of Secrets , Corruptor of Souls says: (4:20:04 AM)
oh yay that works

Gayle says: (4:20:09 AM)
u be mutton!

Gayle says: (4:20:24 AM)
because you went yay

Rom || Keeper of Secrets , Corruptor of Souls says: (4:20:25 AM)
u plan on making mutton go yay?

Gayle says: (4:20:29 AM)
hmmmm, what an idea

Rom || Keeper of Secrets , Corruptor of Souls says: (4:20:31 AM)
rofl

Gayle says: (4:20:41 AM)
discussion - how does one make mutton go yay?

Gayle says: (4:20:42 AM)
tickling it?

Gayle says: (4:20:50 AM)
stuffing it hard with herbs and tittilating it with lime?

Rom || Keeper of Secrets , Corruptor of Souls says: (4:20:50 AM)
fucking it silly of course

Rom || Keeper of Secrets , Corruptor of Souls says: (4:21:22 AM)
that would work too

Gayle says: (4:21:23 AM)
maybe massaging its flesh with rosemary till its coarse and grainy and ready to be cooked

Gayle says: (4:21:32 AM)
hahahaha, lame

Rom || Keeper of Secrets , Corruptor of Souls says: (4:21:35 AM)
dammit now im hungry

Gayle says: (4:21:38 AM)
HAHAHAHAH

Rom || Keeper of Secrets , Corruptor of Souls says: (4:21:49 AM)
or u can stuff it btwn your boobies till it screams yay

Gayle says: (4:22:18 AM)
hehehe, how to make mutton go yay, hmm...

Gayle says: (4:22:33 AM)
turn it back into a kambing?

Gayle says: (4:22:36 AM)
feed it to a kambing?

Rom || Keeper of Secrets , Corruptor of Souls says: (4:22:40 AM)
no no no

Rom || Keeper of Secrets , Corruptor of Souls says: (4:22:44 AM)
u take the mutton

Rom || Keeper of Secrets , Corruptor of Souls says: (4:22:56 AM)
and work on it till it yells im kambing! then goes yay

Gayle says: (4:23:05 AM)
HAHAHAHAH ASDJFEID;A KD;ksdha

Gayle says: (4:23:08 AM)
gimme a sec, u give me so much blog fodder i can't keep up lah

Rom || Keeper of Secrets , Corruptor of Souls says: (4:23:13 AM)
kk

Rom || Keeper of Secrets , Corruptor of Souls says: (4:23:36 AM)
FUCK I FORGOT THE PILLOWS

Rom Keeper of Secrets, Corruptor of Souls

Rom || Keeper of Secrets , Corruptor of Souls says: (3:08:12 AM)
no wanking at the clubhouse for now

Rom || Keeper of Secrets , Corruptor of Souls says: (3:08:21 AM)
at least not until after i fuck a neighbour

Rom || Keeper of Secrets , Corruptor of Souls says: (3:08:28 AM)
oh god im demented

Gayle says: (3:09:10 AM)
right

Gayle says: (3:09:14 AM)
i still don't see the logic, but what the hey

Gayle says: (3:09:20 AM)
i'm blogging that - if i may?

Gayle says: (3:09:32 AM)
*chuckle*

Rom || Keeper of Secrets , Corruptor of Souls says: (3:09:37 AM)
even if i dont allow it

Rom || Keeper of Secrets , Corruptor of Souls says: (3:09:44 AM)
heck ud do it

Rom || Keeper of Secrets , Corruptor of Souls says: (3:09:47 AM)
so yr point is?

Tollbooth Aaron impersonates Chiru

Chuckle

Daphne: *reads blog*

Daphne says: what is "salad is a cargo you could do?"



*snigger*

Portable Pamper Pole

The Portable Pamper Pole.




*blink*

Say it with me.... Porrrtabuhl Pamper Pohhhl.

No no, you've gotta get your mouth round those syllables baby!

Pohhhr-ta-buhl Pahm-pur PohhhhL

Good. Now, cross your eyes slightly and try to drool a little bit.... "portable pamper pole."

mm hmm, that's it... now put your hands out like this - like you're a Velociraptor.... yup, and hop... no no, bounce gently on the balls of your feet.

yup yup that's it..... "portable pamper pole"


You GOT IT!





No, there's no point to this post.
But ask Tollbooth Aaron for a demonstration & his story about the Portable Pamper Pole.

Stalker

*singsong*
Tollbooth Aaron has a stalker. Tollboth Aaron has a crazy chinkaloids stalker.

muah hahahaha


Picture this:
Girl passed out on road at KPM apartment carpark.
Tollbooth Aaron renders help.
Girl regains consciousness eventually, and....

SCCREEEAMMMSS!!!!!!

Fast forward... and picture this:
Girl gets helped up to her apartment.
Clutching Winnie the Pooh, swaying on the sofa... staring into space.
Tollbooth Aaron cleans her wounds, and eventually manages to leave after confirming her lucidity, closing door behind him.

Tollbooth Aaron visits guardhouse on a prior errand.

Leaves guardhouse, visits girl one last time:
Door is open, Tollbooth Aaron feels fear.
Readies fist weapons, initiative +1
Rounds the corner and behold...

Girl standing in the middle of room gazing up trance-like at spinning ceiling fan.

"Woi" Tollbooth Aaron breaks girl out of her reverie.
Counselling 101 ensues.
Tollbooth Aaron offers name card, just in case - for his Chaotic Good has kicked in, although True Neutral is urging him to get the hell outta there.


Tollbooth Aaron goes home. Goes to sleep.
Girlfriend returns.
Phone rings. Yarrr.

Crazy girl be calling. Conversation goes something like this:

Tollbooth Aaron (TA) : Are you okay?
Crazy Girl (CG): Yes, I just wanted to say thank you and apologise for what happened. Do you have a girlfriend?
TA: Yes but she's not around right now, it's okay we can talk if you need to talk.
CG: ohhh you have a girlfriend. Ohhh.... I cannot talk to you. I'm embarassed, no I cannot.
TA: No, no it's okay.... are you alright? If you need someone to talk to I consider you a neighbour so it's fine.
CG: Oh, oh...


*mindless dialogue, fast forward*


CG: Oh, so do you have a girlfriend?
TA: *blink blink* uh. yes, I do.
CG: Oh, like that I 'pai seh' i cannot talk to you....


*mindless blather, fast forward again*


CG: Oh, so you have a girlfriend?
TA: *cross eyed* yessssss, i have a girlfriend. but are you alright? do you have anyone, your friends to come and visit you make sure you're better or what?
CG: oh yeah, uhh yeah tomorrow...


*mindless blahdiblah... you know the drill*


CG: Oh, uh. So you have a girlfriend huh?
Ok you have a girlfriend I don't want to talk to you.

*click*

*Daphne & Gayle singing*
Tollbooth Aaron has a stallllllkerrrr.

Working Stiffs (Goblok Roadtrip Epilogue)

But you ask, where's the third Goblok?

Ahhah! All I can say is.... the boy went back to taking it from behind. HAHAHAHAHAH.

But yeah, Aaron's in this picture too.
Instead of being the star in them, Aaron returned to being the guy behind them.

"Encounters with the Selvibush" (Goblok Roadtrip diaries)

The journey home!!!!!

Of course, one can never take enough pictures. An impromptu photoshoot (with props) at the first rest-stop (also our Tongkat Ali coffee stop) was called for!

Behold, the Selvibush has been immortalised!
More than one traveller at that rest-stop thought they were on candid camera from just watching us have at it with the Selvibush.

One petrol stop, more snapshots and a bizarre John Travolta impersonation later...


... and we were home sweet home.

The End

"Poke" (Goblok Roadtrip Diaries)

We'd dropped Daphne off, made our campus visit to Brickfields college and were trying to find our way to April's place. The cracks were seriously starting to show.

At a red light, I playfully poke Aaron's cheek and make a noise something like a 'balloon fart'.
And then Aaron, he says....

"poke"

shrieks of laughter. hysterical tears. it's like that for 10 minutes.
I completely cracked from lack of sleep and just way too much coffee.

After finally getting ourselves un-lost, both Aaron and I promptly passed out... and were refreshed in the evening for a night out at Heritage Row... only to pick on rhythmless chinkaloids performing traumatic dance movements at the Sunshine club.

And then joined up with none other than Jay, 2006 Cleo Bachelor number 12 himself *snigger*... and continued making complete arses of ourselves.

... but creditable effort was made to posh ourselves up for pictures...

Of course - Aaron, being a man's man scored with...

a sakai.

And so here we are... 3 Gobloks, a bar + 1 sakai (*cough* I mean, tribal type singer dude).

Tollbooth Aaron (Goblok Roadtrip Diaries)

This picture's so good I had to post it again.

Think 'Tickle Me Elmo'. The 'Tollbooth Aaron' stuffed doll comes equipped with a Starbucks Machiatto in one hand, and snazzy one liners that only become audible within a 1 meter radius of any toll plaza.

"Live long and prosper."
"May the force be with you."
"Is Penang down the road? Here? This road? Sure? Okthankuvrymuchahhhhhh"

... are just some of them.

Soon to be added to the Tollbooth Aaron's vocabulary are:

"Woot I'm coming."
and
"Salad is a cargo you could do."

The journey began with a stop at the e-Gate starbucks for the 3 Penang Gobloks who'd barely had any sleep the night before... Daphne, Aaron & yours truly.

Fast forward 1 hour into the trip, the coffee's all gone. My Chemical Romance has been blasting on the CD player (indeed, it blasted the entire trip) and countless motorists have been made fun of.

At one of the first few tolls, Aaron grabs the toll ticket and solemnly pronounces to the tollbooth person... "May the force be with you" before zooming off to shrieks of caffeine induced laughter.

The pressure builds, and Tollbooth Aaron is forced to perform, nay... to raise his standards even... at every toll stop thereafter or suffer the scorn of his female companions. More coffee is called for.

All in all, 3 Starbucks beverages and about 4 Nescafe's in a can were consumed for the 4 hour journey.

The Goblok Roadtrip

3 Gobloks, a camera and a KL weekend.

Never.Again.

My arse is blue black from all the self-kicking.

Chinkaloids.
Mandarin karaoke.
A drinking joint called.... D'Joint.
Drinking games with dice over a low table.
Rainy Night.
No dancing.
I could've been elsewhere having a.... ahem. Well.

Next time I'll know better.
*handcuffs self to Daphne*