pants... *wink wink*

(disclaimer: this is a gloat and boast post. read at your tolerance)

so when was the last time i bought a pair of pants?

that was a long time ago. i bought two, yes sir not one but two pairs of bootleg corduroys which costed me rm180 each. dat was 2004. oh yeah i bought a pair of grey slacks somewhat in december 2005 that costed rm80, just because i agreed to go to my ex-publisher's wedding at the Meridien. i ended up not giving him any angpow. hehe.

there was a time when i would just buy clothes like my mom in a super hyper market shopping spree and to make it bad, somtimes i would just wear them t-shirts and shirts only once. s would asked me sometimes what happened to that shirt/t-shirt/pants i bought in yadda yadda... i would just "i dont know la... i think lost it". i always ended up wearing the same thing over and over again until it has a permanent thick white deodorant stains. sigh.

but actually this is not about how much i would spend on clothes. nowadays i always end up buying new tees in FOS (they're not so full of shit after all u know. u get nice v-necks with that old seasoned look for only rm20. oh, how metrosexual can u be?).

this is about how i splurge. i was kind of stressed out when i got to know my editor went to germany to watch them bloody england wankers trying (try harder please...) to beat them swedish lads (wow, check out those swedish chicks over there). i mean i dont mind where he wants to go anyway, but can u please give me the local stories before u go?! can u actually believe he started to email me the stories TWO HOURS(!) before flight time? lucky me, i've got editor-in-chief tersayang. :P ya, saya memang gatal.

yeah so i was stressed out. when i tensed, i need, neeeeeeeeeeeeed to splurge. a friend asked me to go to on a vacation. yay! but my beloved art director (did i told you i was gatal?) needed me on monday for some press checks. there goes the vacation.

still hasnt found my escapism, i went straight to mvm after work to buy myself a capo for my guitar (oh i just bought a new guitar last month). i indulged myself looking thru wireless routers, mp3 players, thumbdrives, headphones, external harddisks at the IT centre until it finally struck me... I NEED A NEW BICYCLE!

went home and dropped by the bestest bike shop and drool myself on the bikes and the parts. after very, very, very, very, very much contemplating, googling, rolling on the bed, space staring and getting a massage (oh i went for a massage late last nite costed me rm80. it was gooooooooooooooood. dat's another story), i've decided to upgrade my old bike instead of buying a new one.

so the upgrades were:
handle bar x 1
stamp x 1
stamp adapter x 1
cranks x 1 pair
bottom bracket x 1
gear shifters x 1 pair
freewheels x 1
rear derailer x 1

totalled up to... KACHING! rm370.

with that price u can get a brand new bike. to justify my guilt, i said to myself that i have save rm200 because the bike dat i wanted is RM600. hehe.

so there goes one happy mofo. oh im so paris "lindsay-lohan-is-a-fire-crotch" hilton. do i sound like a girl? would i get more girlfriends then? did i say i was bloody gatal? told ya it's a gloat and boast post. who told u to read it anyways? u think of me differently now? haha! :P

maafkan aku...

can't help feeling blue this friday morning... woke up to the song Demi Waktu - Ungu, playing repetitively inside my head.
immediately arrived the office, put on my headphones, turned on the song repeat 14975614540456586745 times.
i even downloaded the fucker's videoclip. sigh.

cewek2nya binal2 banget donk! i dig indonesian girls. no, not the bibiks. f**k u.

feels like singing this song to someone...
so not in the mood for a friday. no, my life is not like the song, watsoever. stop it.

world cup? yes please!

yeah, im kinda letting myself get swept away by the world cup fever. not that im such a huge fan but enough of a fan to stay up till 3 and watch the worthy teams play.

my favourite bit about the world cup? why, the bit at the end where the men take off their shirts and exchange them! more than a dozen sweaty, muscular shirtless men will make any girls day (or night). and did you ever realize that footie stars always always have cool haircuts and sexy tight asses? and the more they sweat the sexier they get?

muahaha. im such a pervert.

your dad's hotter than her

"lindsay lohan is a fire-crotch."

im sorry but it really is funny. and it gives you reasons enough to hate Paris anymore than you do right now.

the day that was

papa had a flight to sabah at 3, so i dropped him off. Later i went to pick up stuff from cyberjaya. for those of you who dont know cyberjaya is an extension of the sahara desert. they decided to make putrajaya nice and pretty and used the three bucks left of the money to develop cyberjaya.

then it happened. my car couldnt start. literally refused to make a sound. damn. and best of all, it wasnt my car. it was papa' s car. his 4x4 automatic. i h-a-t-e this.

i think god is punishing me. when i dropped him off, he told me
'tengok tayar ni dah takde angin, nanti on the way balik terus isi angin tau. jangan pergi mane2 selagi tak isi angin'
'ok, pa! nanti buat.'

and drove back home without stopping anywhere. and went out again to cyberjaya without bothering with the tyres. im shit helpless when it comes to car maintainence. worse when its not my car.

a little help, some friends, a mechanic, couple of ciggerattes and buckets of sweat later, we were dropped off at home by the mechanic who took papa's car away.

i called papa when his flight arrived. worried as he was, i think he's relieved that im not in charge of his car anymore. :) you're so obviouslah papa.

i dont like driving your car anyways.