i miss you more.

gambar sekadar hiasan.









on wednesday he told me he had a surprise for me for saturday. he picked me up at home, asked me to wear the most comfy clothes i had. he had me blindfolded from home all the way till we got there. except i fell asleep barely 5 minutes into being blindfolded. when we reached, he woke me up. i was confused, we were parked along the roadside and there were trees on the other side.

'but babe, starlite aint here anymore?'
'i know, but i got us this instead!!' (produces two tix for the forces of nature thing)
'OMG! you did not.'
'yes i did.'smiles.
'common babe, lets have some fun.'

i loved every bit of it. the turnout wasnt so good which was bad for the people of yogya but great for us cause we were right in front of the stage. (well, ok, who wasnt?)
i absolutely love love marcel. to death. he was almost within reach. if you guys find a bunch marcel's pix inside D's phone, well, im responsible for them. dont go accusing him for being...weird..

we sat for hours on the grass. night falling, grass got damp he found a plastic bag for me to sit on.
he bought me a pink cotton candy.
we ate a pepperoni pan pizza each while watching camelia. (we both 'dislike' her)
we donated and did a handprint. PINK+DAOH
he got me an orange band that fell from the sky.
we sang to PADI.

and we went home.

thanks baby. you impress me each time.

the pervert in me.

ever since i started working here, my toilets trips have been somewhat disturbed. i cant seem to find a peaceful moment where i can do my business without fearing that someone is watching me.

you see, the stalls are seperated by hanging walls, meaning that you can actually see the feet of whoever is in the stalls. well, no problem there. we're all pretty use to toilets like that arent we?

the only problem is each cubicle has a bright flourescent light directly over it and to top that the floors are sparkling black polished marble. (who ever heard of sparkling black toilet floors anyways?)

so what's the equation?

well, when you sit down to take a dump, you look at the floor, you are able to see EVERYTHING the chick in the next stall is doing!

goodness grief! i got a shock the first time i saw that. is that normal. i cant seem to focus on my business and end up with keeping my legs tightly together and hiding my face in the palms of my hands. doesnt help that office is a giant fridge and water consumption is vital so skin doesnt dry which therefore leads to frequent toilet trips.

i mean, its not a pretty sight watching the really beautiful girl sitting two rows away in the office with her designer power suit wiping her ass. spare me please. i mean its nice knowing that you practice positive hygiene habits but really, i'd rather imagine beautiful girls dont shit and do stuff that we mere mortals do. it seems to lose it's...'appeal'.

the icing on the cake happened yesterday when coincidently BOSS walked in. BOSS is beautiful, tall, tan, slender but muscular in all the right places. she's absolutely flawless. i cant help staring whenever she's near me cos she's so graceful and gorgeous.

i quickly ran into one of the stalls. right at the end. all the other 7 stalls were empty. what are the chances she would choose the one next to the occupied one?

well, she did. now i know why she was a little moody that day.

she had her period.

caught BOSS with her pants down.

current options

became the 'laydees who lunch' during a high tea on saturday at the sunway resort hotel. got a pleasant surprise when there was actually loklok on the buffet spread. clams and mussel and crabs. yum.

on thursday, D had premiere tickets to see nacho libre at that place near the curve. was so excited since im a huge huge huge jack black fan. it was incredible like all his other movies though i fell asleep at the end bit. work has certainly drained me out these days. on saturday i watched click expecting it to be funny but instead was teary eyes. :( so sad-lah the story.

a big congratulations to my best friends K and Y. yay! you guys deserve nothing but the best!

have a fab week.

work and harrasment

last week was the first week.
D took me dinner to celebrate my first day at work. we had thai. i love thai food. always have. thai over western anyday! we ate till we couldnt breathe. pigs.
my second day, mummy took me to TGIF for lunch. ate like a pig again. im so greedy okay. mummy just had a salad and watched me eat. aiyoh, she always likes to make me feel guilty about what i eat.
on saturday we went for the mother-daughter lunch. she wanted ice-cream, so there we were at secret recipe bintang walk. i had a chocolate fudge thingy which i finished in a matter of seconds. she had a sundae and then left it to melt after three spoons. she's sabotaging my diet. i just know it.

work has kept me busy. so busy and tired that D took me to go for massage friday nite. felt really good being pressed, poked, prodded and kneaded. :p

then something weird happened. she pulled down my undies . WTF? nobody has ever done this to me. well, at least nobody i paid for has ever done this to me. im so freaked. then she flipped me over and started to squeeze, pinch and knead my chest. it went for almost ten minutes. usually they just massage it slowly and briefly. but this time...it just felt weird...

i think i've been molested. can anyone gimme the number for harian metro, mastika or even MCA burreau complaints? i think they would be very interested in this matter.

when we left, D asked me

'was it good?'
'yes it was great, but she grabbed my boobs. do you think she's a lesbian?'
'no she's not'
'why. and how do you know?'
'cos she pulled down my pants before also.'

oh. should i feel relieved?