So its Monday. Boring lazy slazy Monday. My blog has collected brain farts.
Random thought; I tasted independence at a tender age of 17…18. The thought of having an apartment all to myself, is sick. Literally. Sick sick. Imagine waking up alone, breakfast lunch dinner laundry sweeping mopping cleaning washing. And the big C: COOKING. Fire and I has always had love and hate relationship. Up till…… Last two weeks when Masse and I decided to take my virgin stove out for a walk. For the first time, I cooked. I torched the stove up. I turned them on. It was magical. Stellar. We had veggies, BBQ Honey Wings, eggs and of course we asians feed on Rice. Everything was plain. And when I say plain, it lacks in colour. The eggs and wings has dull written all over them. The veggies were colourful. Carrots, long beans, chillis.. Pictures are up on Facebook!
And speaking of Facebook, my inner gangster was introduced yesterday at about 4 pm. She was exposed. If only Facebook did not provoked her, things would be alright. But nooooooo. Facebook just had to stop working. And so I went on a day without any profile picture on my page. I was a young man. The default picture should have various choices. Like err to start with the gender, or maybe any kind of animal, an insect, or food. Rather then one. I was forced to look like a young man with collared shirt and a gay hair do. (Oh dang I should’ve print screen) but anyway for those on Facebook, you know what I mean. It was almost 3 in the morning when I decided to make the wise clever decission, I feel so proud of myself….. I updated my Firefox to the latest 3.6! And poof! This is why most souls are up and alive trawling the net early late morning. I gained my gender back. I was a young lady on Facebook again.
I had lunch in India just now. Instants makes life so much easier. So much colourful. I wonder what’s for dinner. Oh Nigella Lawson, come by soon.
Filed under: Therapy
my colourful saturday; wonders what are my plans for tonight
Today I found myself hiding underneath the positives despite the constant spontaneous negative drawbacks
Today I found myself laughing giggling pulling tugging squeezing smirking all by myself;
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Filed under: Remedy
had arnolds & bubble tea & bandung & tau huey for dinner with mum. the rest were at ash’s place for pizza.
yesternight i had multiple rounds of nasi minyak. ashraf’s wedding was va va voom. teared when he sang for saleha. almost teared ah. MAGICAL sia. everything was purfect ; PURR. i say chaketi you say funky i say chaketi you say funky. percussion performance was spectacular. matilda was stellar. everything everyone was yummy.
busy busy with family. shall update soon. purrz
Filed under: Poison
The purest of intentions sometimes tends to lead to the worst translation when it is misconstructed or brought across unintentionally. Vulnerable. The sweetest tune changed its waves to negative vibes. Man are open to various misfortunes. Jill of all trades. One with great skills but with no proficiency. But what are skills without any appreciation. What are one’s defense against ignorance. My metabolic reactions against contingency has always been slow, lack of consistency.
Exhaustion. Even the strongest of mammals needed time to hibernate. How can one soul do all the construction for a better ending. The tongue. So sleek and smooth. Susceptible to a diversity of tribulation. Man are not created for such hardship. A pinch of gratitude and solicitude won’t kill. Be more attentive and alert, at least.
Filed under: Remedy
and so my last post was. ages.
i have lost my touch with coming online, blogging and all sorts. except for tweeting. spare me a tweet. oh and tumblr. technology and its wonders. its amazing how one person could make billions of dollars just by creating one innocent url. i wonder who started Twitter. you? well come to me mama, im your new best friend.
days has been OK. New Moon finally yesternight with my loves; FAMILY. it’was.. Fine. Average. Ok. could’ve been better. caught the almost midnight movie. i yawned for 10 times and choked on my saliva when Taylor slash Jacob revealed his 10 million abs. oh la la aiya aiyaa yaai. first was Robert, now Taylor? breathe eli breathe.
did i mention my weight gain? i am FAT. i gotta watch what i eat. literally. waaaatch. or i’ll be nomming my ass off. i am 50. SHUT UP.
and i still get butterflies everytime i call him on the phone
Filed under: Poison
Who the fuck are all this people. Sorry my bad.
