mundane mondane monday

never thought i would be glad the weekends over but today i am. weekends, during the month of raya is hectic and nerve-wrecking. visitors come streaming in and out, invite for open houses are tonnes. what do i do?
simple. i just lie in bed all weekend. damn the tummy cramps. (i have ovaries remmember?).

yesterday, after much plans to meet up with D, i had to lie in bed instead clutching a bottle of ponstan and breathing into my pillow. to my dismay however, mummy did not sympathise with me at all and dragged my ass to another light store looking for lights for our new house.

im in pain. i cant make decisions now. i didnt know there were actually fifty types of dimmers, thirty types of downlights (whatever they are), wall light, pendant lights , stuck lights, two million types of regular bulbs and three billion types of energy saving bulbs (how much energy do they save anyways?). *darn*
so there we were contemplating on which bulb would go best with the flower light- yellow light or white light?

this is getting more and more exciting.

by night however D and me found ourselves smack in the middle of hartamas square devouring D's all time favourite sotong kankung. D ran into his old buddy, pocket or as i'd like to call him polly pocket (after the toy) although he dont look so tiny anymore.
a ballgame was on. everybody was hyped. we didnt even know which team it was. take a guess. black and white striped jersey? i said chelsea, D said tottenham hotspurs. damn lot we know about footie.

left when it got noisy. we are old fogeys after all.

still life in black and white

still moments captured on film during that auspicious day..


our family trying to put up with each other. look at the fake smiles.


my cousins and kid sisters. age aint nothing but a number. we're all the same size .

lord of the porks and ham brown

im really sorry A, that i cant come to your fancy schmancy birthday 'do. i know that you're really counting on me to be there and stuff but ipoh is kinda far and im not too sure if i feel like driving that far plus i have an open house to attend later this evening.
i guess your parents must regard you as some kind of princess that they were willing to spend on personalized printed invites that resembled a wedding invite. wow. shame one was wasted on me.

well, anyways i bought you a birthday gift. and its really nice if i might say so myself. *smug* can i give to you on monday instead?

weekend plans- D, bailed out on our pre-planned weekend because he had to attend to something that just came up. i had to pretend that i was busy too. just in case he feels guilty- because when he feels guilty he makes me feel bad for making him feel guilty. whatever.

the book by dan brown im currently reading is to me on the same scale as the lord of the rings movies and star wars epics. (read: dragging and boring but bearable when you have nothing else to do).
the amazing things you discover while reading the book- wow. excuse me while i burst outta my skin with excitement.*roll eyes*

well i guess im not an intellect/smart sounding/scholar-ish type of reader.
i dont whether D will like it. it is after all his book which he hasnt read because he has yet to find the time.
i'm not sure. but i know he wasnt a fan of lord of the porks and hated star wars much as i do. but then again you do read those awful anne rice books.
maybe he will maybe he wont.

im off now. before blogging gets on the same boat as dan brown and starwars. (boring but bearable when you dont have anything to do)

i hate you to bits and pieces..

just when i thought that i had no interest in writing and was going to leave things as it is, something almost always stops me right in my tracks. sometimes it's good, most times its bad.
i hate it when people are aloof, discreet or mysterious so i try not to be one of those people.
i hate it when people are pissed with me for reasons unknown.
i hate it when people are not sure about which direction in life they're about to take. yes, half of the time neither do all of us but a vague idea always helps.
i hate the typical 'malaysian modesty'. fuck that! u should know your true potential and your capabilites. if you dont want to admit it then fuck, and dont be surprise if i do.
i hate it when people expect you to conform to certain behaviour just because youve been THAT person all this while.
i hate it when friends assume that just because youve been doing the same favours for them again and again that you dont mind at all doing them those damn favours.
i hate the fact that just because i let friends drive my car as they like, they can take the keys when i'm sleeping/not in the mood to go out/not around.
i hate it when people ask me out as though they enjoy my company and i find out that they need me to give them a ride. screw. i have the right to change my mind whenever i please. why dont you have a back-up plan?
when i say 'you can borrow it anytime you want', it still means that you have to ask for my fucking permission.
i hate it when people flirt with the mamak just for discounts. if you wanna be a cheapskate, dont do it when im there.
i may either have money or i dont. either ways, im not cheap.
if i dont have much money, i go to cheap eateries. but i certainly dont insult myself further by asking for discounts.
i hate it when the person who is always the first to give out 'great' ideas and suggestions loudly on how to loose weight is a fat one. and dishing out advice to a much skinnier person.
i hate when my food arrives and out of nowhere your fork/spoon/hands(!) reach shamelessly to taste my food. especially when i havent even had a bite. even my boyfriend of five years does not do that to me.
i hate it when people talk loudly. seriously, im embarassed to the very brim. why must you yell and talk loudly? even when we're at the mamak that doesnt give you the right to treat it like your own private circus.
i hate it when people cant be objective of the very simple things. if she's beautiful but a big slut, she's still beautiful. face it.
and just because she's really sweet, nice and soft-spoken, i still wont be able to look past the fact that she IS NOT beautiful. she's not. what do you want me to say?

i hate myself for getting peeved by all these tiny details. but face it. wouldnt you?

oh, and i hate it when kids lollipop gets stuck to my jeans.

a little stale, a little eager

poof! stuff just blows up in smokes when you least expect them to be.
im feeling a little on the lazy side, a little on the slob side and a lot of unpleasant feeling in the pit of my belly. not because of the food.

am supposed to be doing my duties but opt to stay home and lie around all day until someone rescues me. plus my feet hurt due to the stupid treadmill that didnt come with a manual. how was i to know? ive never been on one before.

IMing with SMD and D just about now and now they have bothe gone off to do something beneficial with their time instead of IMing me. so here i am.

im gonna play with bubbles or somthing like that.

25? i feel like 19.

hey. happy birthday to me.
for the past six years ive been celebrating my 19th birthday again and again.
go figure.
im young at heart. what can i say? particularly this birthday, i was keeping low. i didnt want anyone making a big deal out of it. i didnt want to be reminded that im celebrating my 19th birthday for the sixth time. kinda stale if you ask me.
D was apologetic not being able to spend time with me today. chill. its not like im so into celebrating my birthday. i had more important things to do today. like, um, sending my baby brother and my baby sister and her bunch of friends to open houses. yawn.
maybe the family is taking me out to dinner. maybe not. who cares?

im having a mid-life crisis already. *sigh*

big on the little things

and my first time ever experience with the oktomat caught me by surprise. i didnt know that i could actually produce worthwhile photos. i maybe the next stanley kubrick of lomography to be quite modest. (that's what the website told me anyways..)
i have never been interested in being the one behind the camera, so all this while i was the one D was snapping away. well, apparently now i think i enjoy being behind the lens after all.

D, was complaining though as to why there were no pictures of myself.

we had a day at ikano and strolled the mall while the pictures were developing. not that they happen to be true professionals in developing lomos (anywhere also can) we just happen to be there..next time though, im going to get them done a few blocks from my house they offer free enlargements for every roll. hmpf.

the next day we strolled the bangsar village. upperclass mall for upperclass neighbourhood. splendid. will be awesome until the sub-urban crowd start flooding the entrance door or some shit like that. sometimes i wish there was a place that kept out all the non-city people from mingling with city folks. just create a splendid mall that offers no parking space for motorbikes.
hmm.. i think i'll run for mayor.
and a friend, mugai (a city dude) thinks its awesome if people just stick to where they come from instead of crowding the city and suffocating people like us. ugh.. all those alien registration numbers. i hear you!!

sorry if anybody took offense. nothing personal against anyone.

baring her soft side..

it might not have been the most smashing-est ever but it was good. i was beginning to wonder why most single-tons my age moan about hari raya and seem to dread it more than anticipate it. then the makciks started to remind me.

'eh, kau ni anak sulung kan?'
'err..? a'ah'
'umur dah brapa dah ni..?
'umm..dua puluh lima'
'laa..bila nak kawin?'
i smile my frozen smile reserved for questions like these.
' anak si *** tu dah nak bersalin dah..sebaya ngan engkau..anak si *** tu pulak dah nak masuk nombor dua dah..yadda yadda'

no wonder our age group hate this time of the year. no wonder our age group stay at home during this time of the year. damn.
see these nice shoes im wearing? well i dont think if i was married, pregnant or have kids/kid i'll be able to afford these fabulous shoes or have the chance to wear them. im single and mummy just bought them for me. thats life. ultimately.
if i was married/pregnant/had kids, id be wearing last year's baju raya, flat comfortable nerdy shoes (no sexy heels) or my worst nightmare-wearing the exact same designed baju as my family. shit.
and i'll be lugging a huge 'anakku' bag and a plastic plastic basket with feeding supplies for my offspring instead of this fabulous tiny guess? purse. thank god.
AND i'll be breastfeeding while trying to carry out a conversation on how my labour was and whether or not i'm going back to my in-laws later on.

three cheers for left over single peeps like you and me!

but im happy this year. time consumption celebrating hari raya : 2 days. that explains why im back in the city. oh yeah.

greasy oily food, toddlers wailing and screaming, kids playing with fireworks, makciks with their bling blings and deteriorating ang pows. selamat hari raya.

oh. my heels did sink in the soft earth.

D writes, finally shedding tears alone...

raya eve.
this year i went to kampung driving with my bros T and H. the three of us took our own sweet time traveling. before deciding to press the gas to 130, we stopped to have our dinner (buka puasa) at our beloved hangout, bangsar. it was no surprise that all the stalls there were closed on the eve of raya. but rainbow still opens as usual.
finally reaching kampung at around 11.30.

raya.
to my surprise, all of us woke up around 6 and most of my brothers already getting ready for the prayer. some still having their subuh and some still in the shower. as for me, still exhausted from the drive last night, was still sleeping in the feotal position.

forcing myself to wake up and after the 87th time my mom asked me to do my subuh prayer. i woke up, noticing the first thing was the long queue of sms on my phone. some wishing raya, some wishing my 25th year living on earth. felt so flattered, with sleepy eyes and messed-up hair and my brown boxer went to the nearest 7-11 to top up my phone.

dressed up in a gold baju melayu, T, H and me went to meet T and the gang in front of the mosque. while muslims praying, we laughed, joked, bitched at each other's baju melayu which most of us were forced to wear by our beloved moms. while muslims reciting the takbir, all of us had a photograph session. beres... =)

back at grandma's house, i change to a t-shirt (mind you, i only wore the baju melayu for less than half an hour). not in the mood to raya, i asked forgiveness to all of the family except... refusing to look and hold his hands.

i couldn't actually bare the sadness inside and i have to admit that i sometimes missed him so much. no matter how much i hate him...

i shed my tears in silence in the toilet.

couldn't stand feeling messed up, by 9.30 at night, i went back to kl with T and H.

if only for today, then i am unafraid

am feeling a little melancholic and sad. not too sure why. maybe its the festive season. maybe its the city that has been left lonely. maybe because i realise how much i love the people i love. maybe because i have tried opening my heart to the people i dislike.

maybe. i dont know.

went shopping again today. :)
mummy almost always says its last minute shopping. but last minute would have to be dropping by the mall on the way back to kampung. i bet its gonna happen again this year like it always has. unlike any other city people ( i dont mean you, growing up and going to school out of town- you dont qualify as city people!) we choose to wait to the very last minute to actually head back to kampung. i think less time spent back there, the better. i mean, i enjoy the spirit of raya in the kampung but if i dont see a mall for more than 3 days i begin to suffocate. ugh.
right now where we live, the view consists of a highway, a shopping mall and a hypermarket. if you go up to the second floor you will be able to see the federal highway. get me now?
i dont connect very well with the wilderness, trees, people driving less then 100 and single lane roads are smooth flowing. and i dont connect with chicks on motorbike without crash helmets. i dont connect with 'tanah merah' (fuck i hate that!) and i hate having my stilettoes sunken in soft earth. concrete..where are you?
and D, stop rolling your eyes because i know you hate it twelve times more than i do.

to all city peeps, good luck in the jungle. come back in one piece. brace yourselves. after all its only once a year.

see you guys in the city.

D writes, aidilfitri...

i've stopped raya shopping for the last five years or so. because i did my retail therapy every end of the month (another reason why i'm always the unfortunate broke)

unlike my girl, S, she and the mother wouldn't stop terrorizing departmental stores and shopping mall, not to mention the silversmith in Petaling Street till the moment i wrote this. what can i say? being a devoted shoe fetish, and a half metrosexual and half heteroflex, i tolerated their manners. anyways, unlike S said, i'm into topshop... well, i'm not that gaga with the brand. they're nonsense with the price!

raya eh? this year kind of make me sad a little bit more than last year... don't want to let you know the reason though.

but then...

"dengan ini saya penyimpan mohor besar mengishtiharkan hari raya aidilfitri jatuh pada hari ahad, 14 november 2004 bersamaan dengan hari lahir mohd firdhaus bin syed mohd muntazar. moga tuhan panjangkan umur beliau..."

hehe!

D writes, listen all you nonsensical people

dear friends and foes.
since i'm too stressful and too busy with my obvious overloads, stuff-jammed, action-packed, 'fuck-you-la-boss-till-kingdom-comes!' artworks i don't think i have time to write anymore on my previous blog, www.daohthepornstar.blogspot.com

therefore, all my previous posts are now transfered to this blog. if all of you seemed to be happy with that i finally lay down my words of crap - fret not, I'LL WRITE MORE!

thus, may god bless you all.

where were you while we were getting high?

how annoying can malaysians be when it comes to last minute festive shopping? its terribly, terribly awful. and the worst part is (i really hate to bring this to your attention) its filled with those people who are not even celebrating anything!
anyways, when did anything ever stop me from shopping for shoes? went to midvalley with my sisters and came face-to-face with probably the longest queue ever to enter the parking zone. we placed bets that if could find a space less than ten minutes.
i found one in five. and it was a proper spot. not just beside a blank white wall. awesome.

"sorry arr ma'am only size eight and nine left"
"dis one don't have..dis one last pair"
"dis one left the display one only"
"ar..sorry larr kak ni tinggal size L dengan XL je"
"ni colour lain abislaa..tinggal colour oren dengan hijau je"

due to reasons above, year after year, i have always resolved NEVER to shop last minute. but year after year i keep doing it again and again. as D would said, 'you never learn'. (yes he did come to join our shoe shopping session)
d, is a really good shopping companian but deep inside the only shop he really IS interested in going is topshop, topshop, topshop. figures.
after about a few hours of pushing, shoving, pestering sales girls, long queues and long hard decisions (yeah?) i just manage to snag a pair of mules and and strappy sandals. thatll do. the sisters did better though.

i hate being a size five. half of the women in malaysia are a size five! the children in primary and lower secondary are a size five!! grannies are a size five!!
why cant i be a size eight or nine instead? why?
oh yeah. then i'll look like bigfoot with a five foot frame. damn.

selamat hari raya aite? take care while driving!

pink plastic rings and squeaky rubber dolls

my birthday is a week away but i already have received gifts from people. so nice of them to remember it with the festives coming up and all.
yesterday, D popped by the house with his cousin S presented me with a huge box with a purple ribbon.
TURNS OUT TO BE THE NEW OKTOMAT!! yay! and not only that (there's more) i also received a blue black corduroy journal, a packet of scrapbook-making material, a squeaky pink rubber baby ( how kinky can you get?), a black and white felt pussy cat (kinkier!), and a colouring book that says 'mature content: 18 and above only' (damn you're kinky!).

by this time i was already half expecting to find multi-coloured flavoured condoms or something. there was none. thank god.

before you come to the conclusion that we probably are all about sex..he also popped inside the box nineteen (nineteen!) flavoured candy sticks. yum. and (there's more?) my favourite surprise was the lucky dip brown bag which inside i found very very tacky stuff, so tacky that they were cool. those lame pencil with patterns on them which we used back in the mid-eighties, a piece of the old maid card (ew!), a blue duck soap on a stick, a pink plastic glittering ruler and my favourite - a really tacky pink shiny rose-shaped ring! awesome.

you're probably wondering how tacky rings and kinky stuff could make me so happy. well i love surprises and this one took me completely off guard. instead of buying me another bottle of perfume or another guess? watch, he actually bothered to think about what would be something totally different for this birthday. and thank god for that.



now i just cant wait to try out my new oktomat. i think he just introduced me to a new hobby. cant wait. cant wait. *sigh* i maybe getting old but i still love you as much sweetie!!!!

im off to the shops to buy rolls of films.

congratulations luqman..!

a day of good news, positive vibes and happy faces.
baby brother did us all proud by scoring the perfect 5 a's for his UPSR examination. being the notoriously bad boy of the school, he surprised most of the teachers and parents.
well, i had predicted that he would fair well in the exams. after all mummy spends two hundred a month for a private school as well as another six hundred for four different personal tutors. crazy.
more reasons why a baby in the near future is not happening for me.
i think i takes a million bucks to raise a kid right until he earns his own living. i really do. well, unless you dont live in the urban area.. i mean, i'm sure growing up in tanjung malim, segamat or where-the-hell wont cost that much..eh? sorry. dont mean to bitch.

few more days to fast and then its all new clothes and new shoes..can't wait.

selamat hari raya, maaf zahir batin

wishing all my friends and foes SELAMAT HARI RAYA, MAAF ZAHIR DAN BATIN. im beginning to grasp the concept of forgive and forget. i admit that i have my flaws and most of it being a person who is not able to let go and forget.
im trying and im trying. D, keeps telling me not to hold grudges and open my heart and i promise you that i will try.
whatever ill feelings i have towards you i will not keep. if i cant seem to forget, i keep it in the hidden place in my heart and try and not let it resurface.

sorry for not being the ultimate friend, sister, daughter, and girlfriend. im struggling to be that better person.

take care and i wish everybody well.

MAAF ZAHIR DAN BATIN.

she gets carrie fever..

ok. you just have to tell me if you think im sad. ive been watching 12 back-to-back episodes of sex in the city. the equivalent of 6 hours supposedly productive time gone to waste by indulging in some sort of mind numbing activity. i prefer to think of it as consultation hours for sex and fashion. right.
im so into the series that im starting to belive that its all real. yesterday though, carrie gave me sort of an unpleasant surprise. i was glued, going through season four when i suddenly noticed carrie adorning a necklace with the arabic inscription 'ALLAH'! my sister confirmed. *sigh* how now brown cow?
apart from that astonishing discovery, i have to say that if there is one person's wardrobe i could raid there'll be no prizes in guessing who itll be. she has like the most fabulous clothes and accessories. and her collection of shoes? man she probably has more manolos and choos than my whole household put together. and that one bedroom aprtment? that is too die for. have you ever seen anything like that? a one bedroom apartment furnished with peeling furniture and antique dresser with a view that leads to the rest of the world. holy shit! id like one of those..





a terrific wardrobe, tonnes of choos, fabulous friends, wicked sex-life and an amazing career. tell me, do those stuff only happen on tv?

ok. im done. just finished downloading another episode.

who needs a wife when you have a life?

am suffering from deprivation of sleep due to unhealthy habit of late, late nights and addiction to the final episodes of sex and the city. bad.
all i ever did this weekend was download all the episodes and sit and wait and sit and wait and sit and wait....
for those junkies of carrie bradshaw just like me, let me spoil the fun for you..in the season finale carrie ends up with BIG! shame.i always thought aidan was waaay sexier and treated carrie better than big did.



oh, dear! is this what TV does to you? turn your brain to complete mush till you cant even think of anything else to blog about rather than that! im sad aint i?
late, late night meant late, late morning and in my case evening. i woke up at almost 4. imagine that!
anyways, as much as i really hate to admit it, ive been listening to this new track by avril lavigne. its called nobody's home and has this raw edgy feel that i really fancy. im gonna enjoy listening to it before hitz.fm starts playing it to death.

cheers!

D writes, where friends?

one of the things i love about fasting months is breaking fast with friends. last week, me and my gf i went buka puasa with G, my good friend, KA and Z and the ever witty, indian-christian who loves to laugh at the indian gods, K. we went to one of the best and affordable sea food stall in bukit bintang. talking about having fried salads, garlic prawns and fried lalas... *sedap.

and today, went break fast with ST, A and T with his new girlfriend in bangsar. another bitching session for the guys was on. and the girlfriend was quiet. =P

but what's best and greatest moments were the laughters... i missed going out with friends. it's hard for me to go out with friends nowadays. everyone seems to be busy or even some 'buat-buat' busy. hehe...

me and S always have this great boredomness going out just the two of us, not knowing what to do, where to go and more... i mean it's great for us two lovebirds to go out just the two of us, holding hands and all but sometimes it feels there's something is missing.

the first few years when we were together, we frequently made our outings and dates with a few more of our friends. it doesn't hurt us at all, if others think of privacy violations but we rather have more things to laugh about (or at!)

certainly we missed them a great lot. yes, we decided to invite kepal and his gf and kath to tag along with us just to celebrate jovial laughters, sincere smiles and great mementos... though i have to chucked up a couple of hundreds but hey, it was worth it.

so, anyone wanna join us? we don't mind a threesome, either... hehe. i prefer another female though. HAH!

shopping raye part ii

look what D came up with..



noon, mummy was already kicking a fuss since i was still in bed. so i dragged myself and did whatever she fancied- in this case take a shower and escorted her while she did the weekly inspection of our new home down in PJ. while i counted the blades of grass outside and slowly died of boredom, mummy was monitoring her electrician while he fixed water heaters, five bladed fans, air conditioning and chandeliers. exciting.
i hate the all malay dominated neighbourhood. ugh. living in a town like subang where its multiracial and fast, PJ seems like a total bore. *sigh*
after that mummy gave me my early birthday gift. yipee! i love it! i love it!
what i always drool for- a charmbracelet adorned with semi-precious stones! i'm so ecstatic. my bracelets has all the good stuff- citrine, pink tourmaline, onyx, moondust, bloodstone, crystals, amber and lots and lots of silver..! thank you mummy!!
im not content just yet. i have to have the siver chunky ring with the fossil and the other one with the amethyst and pearls..(babe..dengar tak ni?) and then ill be a good girl for a while.
as of now i am IM ing my sweetheart and cocurrently updating my blog. am pining away for him which i dont understand why since we just had break fast together yesterday at OU Phase 2. he just told me the hottest and juiciest piece of gossip regarding two idiots who happen to be our friends..cant tell. but im just gonna say i thought they were just plain pathetic..but now not only they prove me right, they also proved to be 'idiot pathetics'. heavy.
sort out your sad lives please.

i'm going back to IM ing my significant other.

can you believe kerry lost?

oh dear. im so very tired. mommy took the day day off just so both of us could brave the nasty streets of the city to shop till we drop. and shop we did. and now i can barely stand on my two feet.
shame im still behaving like a spoilt twelve year old. i absolutely have to have everything new for the festive season. i just have to. dont ask me why. its a necessity. doesnt matter whether its ridiculously expensive or dirt cheap. outrageous? nah. ur just jealous.
mommy took me to an amazing store owned by nepalese people selling semi precious stones- my weakness! chunky rings, funky bracelets and chandelier earrings..
well, a girls gotta have what a girls gotta have.

and in this case a bit of everything.

pregnant ladies and bride-to-be

hurm..



up to 4pm i was IM ing one of my best buddies and partner-in-crime ex schoolmate, SMD. we were being the typical girls from high school- deliciously catty, annoyingly bitchy and mercilessly vengeful. expected behaviour from females whom have known each other since before we even gotten our periods. catching up on the past is really a nasty guilt pleasure and immediately engrossing. shame if you weren't part of it. anyone would tell you, nothing beats growing up in subang. especially those adolescent years. whoa!
who got married to who? who's working as what? she's married to him!! he's gay??!! and nothing beats the pleasure of talking about that so-called player who made fun of us and is now 100 pound overweight, chipped tooth(not the adorable kind) and an equivalent overweight girl to match and on the way to loserville. see, i told you there's a god up there.
use to grit our teeth in dismay but now we're clutching our tummies of laughter. damn.
break fast with D and the rest of his work crew with their spouses respectively. dont look at me. i dont feel outta place. if it has to be like this for another 20 years, be it.

oh but we did have a bride-to-be and her hubby-to-be at our table. they should really get married. ive never seen a couple so alike in my entire life. its like they were made for each other. equally beautiful and sweet and tiny. good luck.
as usual stuffed ourselves and sat there until the band for the happy hour session actually came on stage. ugh.

thanks boss. that was a great meal.

bananas, yogurt, lace and spandex..

lovely day innit? drizzly, temperate, wet. my kinda day. spent half the day cooped up in bed like my backbone just gave away. D rang me up and we decided to conform to our religious monthly ritual of book-shopping.
what were we thinking? midvalley was up to brim with people trying to make the most outta their off-day and squeeze in some last minute shopping. all the warning signs that told us to stay away.
dont know what was playing in our funny heads that made us think suria was much better. well, at least kino is better than mph, dont you think? better ambience, quieter, well-shelved and less kiasu-ism. found myself as usual at the young adult/romance (sad i know) while D went to those grown up books that i never could fathom why. these are the times i let myself indulge in sinful shallow absolute-no-intellectual kind of reading. as long as the man who is paying doesnt mind why should i? thank you sweetie..so so much!
it was a great date up to the part where after paying for the tickets we left it there hanging from the machine for some lame ass idiot whose been shopping from morning to just grab and flee with our already paid for ticket while D had to pay a fine of rm20.50. shame.
everything from there on went downhill. rm20.50 down the gutter add to another rm3.50 paid for ticket. somebody was already in a very bad mood judging from the sequence of event. and its not me.
to top it of, the bloody stretch from jalan idunno to jalan istilldunno was heavily, heavily congested. somebody was about to whip out a cigarette when somebody else said 'no! its already 5..just hang on'. did someone say angel?

i gotta a book to read. a good one.