miss chief

a colleague got admitted to Ampang Puteri for appendectomy. will pay him a visit tomorrow.

avatar was a very sappy war movie. well, which war movie isn’t, after all? i prefer american football movies if you let me pick. the replacement, friday night lights, remember the titans – to name some.

i am pretty sure i could beat up that napoleon dweeb pretty damn good if i stayed a minute longer in that room. some people just couldn’t hold their mouth when they should’ve.

what in the world….

friends are getting married. so congratulations for that lifetime commitment.

and that means another thing – never ending hen’s nights and bachelor’s parties.

since i’m a girl’s girl and a boy’s boy, i got invited to both.

two different scenarios. two different masks.

when the girls are all excited giving / exchanging sex tips, the boys frowned for the end of multiple ginas.

what can i do. it is their choice. have fun!

what’s your most embarrassing story?

i’m a fool when it comes to national geographic. i could sit in front of the tube for hours without blinking.

we were watching Revealed : Hajj on NG when my dad asked me what would i ask for when i am in front of the Kaabah. and i dumbly said ‘world peace’. which made me feel like a ms world/universe for a split second. he smiled, an indication of mockery.

that is the most embarrassing moment on my history of saturdays.

depression hurts, they say.

u can call me dumb if you want.

but my dumb brain can’t quite accept the fact that something happened without a reasonable factual explanation.

what is that thing spelled L.O.V.E?

this is the part where you should get a bucket right beside before you start to read. coz it might be nauseating.

there is no such thing as love. let us (small and big Ty) tell you something. first comes physical attraction. then comes the lust. after a certain amount of time, you probably have shared quite a number of secrets, tears, laughter, fights. finally comes the part that people often mistakenly viewed as love. when it is actually familiarity. comfort.

so that is why it is better for me to get sperm from sperm bank. ha!

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..

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?

cloud-bathing

a friend of mine deleted his facebook account.

today, i discovered that people around me, be it six-TEEN or six-TY, owns a facebook account.UN-cute.

fweaky. cweepy.

it’s about time i follow suit.

now only those who know me, can find me.

thank you.

his “prophecy”

me: i have gastroesophagal influx (or normally known as gastric). i don’t think i can fast today. it feels like my esophagus and stomach is burning…
Ganu Kite: ah…. that’s a sign of how you will be in the Hereafter.
me: …….