my thAng.

it’s the weekend again. hail the Lord.

i’ll be seeing my ass on the grill next week.but before that happens, let me just make the best out of this weekend.

tomorrow is little miss bam bam’s third birthday party. so let’s pig out at bijou.

apples

it’s sad to see friends who never grow out of high school life.

my bad habits

good friends find it sickly annoying that i always cancel meet ups / visits / latte dates at the very last minute.

it’s not because you’re not worth hanging out with.

sometimes, i am just plain lazy. to put on my best behavior. to receive all the unnecessary glares from unnecessary people. to stuff food with unknown nutritional value in my mouth.

i would rather do house / apartment visits. sipping mint tea at the balcony while munching on home made cookies.

tell me, am i getting old?

or am i just too excited for my new pad?

fooled

every single jane, mary, and ann dreams of living a character of the sex and the city. or gossip girl. or desperate housewives. or any other chic series that hollywood has come out with.

but…its disgusting. really. when you started acting like those characters. and you’re not even half as attractive or quarter as bold. plus, why would you wanna copy a fictional character.

and here i am thinking you’re full of personality.

making myself available

i feel like malaysians are slowly losing their culture.

but then again, i used to argue that culture is nothing more than a collective rituals of a community.

hmmm..

Jabberwocky

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
the frumious Bandersnatch!”

they invited me to give a 10 minute health talk. i really think i should pry on that taboo topic. safe sex.

house.mates

they might not be the smartest people on earth. but they erase cloudy skies and draw rainbows on grumpy monday mornings.

sausages and donuts

as gay as it sounds to my ear drums, yes i am part of the gayness-ty. i never believe in it, nor speak highly of it. it is all part of a colleague’s sabotage project to vote me as the CSR person. and now i’m trapped.

to start, how about a visit to one of the Seksualiti Merdeka events?

oh wait, is that considered as CSR?

surgeries

that’s right. i’m getting fillers. for the lips, as a start. this IS a huge step!

paranormal

Qaseh sang Flo-Rida song which went like “you spin my head right round right round when you go down when you go down down”.

it’s cute but at the same time, freaky as hell.

i discovered that i’ve deviate myself from the social norm.

and sometimes, the most sensitive person is the most… insensitive.