It's Friday...I'm in LOVE!

Don't you just feel SO alive when Friday rolls around? *GRINS*

My C.D was asking me how am i doing this morning, (I've been shitty all this week, Monday being the worst I've spiraled into quiet depression)

CD: So, how's things today?
Me: It's Friday. I'm goooooood... *Two thumbs up. Followed by cheezy grin*
CD: So what if there's a landslide? Still good??
Me: It's STILL Friday dude. I dun care. Lalalala. *Me skips out gaily outta his office*

The only thing that can ruin my Friday is if there was a landslide, and land slid ON my car. Then fuck la kan, i can't drive out to party later at night. -_- Eh. But got cab wuuut. ;p So, it's cool.

I have so many things to settle this weekend, I'm tired just thinking about it. -_-

In no particular order:

- Visit hair saloon to touch-up hair and trim it shorter
- Mani & Pedi (I'm thinking of going fire-engine red again)
- Pay bills. OMG. PAY BILSS!!! This should be the first thing i think of rite?!Sheesh.
- Go Showpink's Junkyard sale
- Go Bijou Baazar
- Go Borneo Ink @ Hartamas for Inking appointment
- Take pix of all boutiques around Damansara Perdana area for Tongue in Chic (SHIATZZZ. This is SO overdue! Joyce won't be happy...)
- Thinking of catching Indy Jones (But unsure with who yet ;p)
- Sort laundry
- Sort a mountain of shit that's been dumped unexpectedly at my doorstep
- Sort shit with the EX-Fiance (I want my TV and ASTRO back)
- Stock up on daily essentials (I'm running outta moisturizers and stuff. -_-)

Daaaamn. So many things can die wey.

But it's ok. It's Friday...I'm in LOVE! ;)

50/50

That's wat i am rite now. 50% ok. 50% fucked-up.

How is it possible to be on top of the world one day and be at the bottomless pits of Hell the next day? Fuck la.

I know, i know. It's LIFE. -_- But at the rate I'm going, I'll self-combust, I SWEAR! One minute I feel like shit, the next I'm deliriously happy. I think I'm goin nuts.

Slowly...but surely. I'm goin fuckin insane.

I think i need medication.

-_-

Death by Playah

You know it's not going to be pretty. You meet a playah PLAYAH, and it's all fun and laughter (thanks Poomela for the phrase ;p).THEN, it gets...strange.

For the next few weeks or so, things are all awesome. You're excited, you have crazy fun (and even CRAZIER sex)and somehow, you feel invincible. Like nothing can touch you. You realize that you're actually happy.

Then fuck, you start falling for this playah. -_- I don't recommend it. I don't fucking recommend it AT ALL. And the worst bit outta all this shitty circumstance? You know you're a player too. Nothing good can come out of this, i tell ya.

Say it with me now people:

SELF-PRESERVATION...

SELF-PRESERVATION...

SELF-PRESERVATION...

Don't die at the hands of a player. No matter HOW cute he is.

INTRODUCING: Tongue in Chic. Featuring: MOI!

Too early to ACTUALLY announce la.



Okay.


But Joyce The Fairy started a fashion blog, called Tongue in Chic. Catchy tajuk don't you think? So, was reading her blog and there was a shout-out for contributing writers. Naturally, I e-mailed her. My e-mail headline goes:

"Ooooh Ooh. Pick me Joyce. PICK ME!"

Caught her attention, and she e-mailed me back within a few hours. *Yays. Clap-clap*

So, I've been assigned to cover some boutiques around my area (Damansara Perdana) to begin with, and any other things i see fit, later on. I get paid for the posts, depending on the length and type but that is SO besides the point! I get to work with KinkyBlueFairy herself! And if that's not reason enuff...I DUNNO WAT IS! (Ok, i sound demented rite now. Scary sial)

I'm excited to the MAX! But fuck la, i need to get my own Digicam. -_- Been meaning to get my own for quite a while now. Procrastinated and now, cibai. When i REALLY need it takde. *sigh*

Tiesto/ Change-is-a-coming/ And other cock stories

Went to PD last weekend for THE party of the year. This was an even longer weekend as compared to R5GG (Revelation 5 Global Gathering). We headed down Friday afternoon (took half-day summore ok. We were THAT bersemangat!)to avoid any form of traffic. But traffic was relatively clear. Goodo!








I drove down with Susu. And you know wat? The 1 1/2 hours drive wasn't boring. Not even for a minute. So, that was awesome. I can't be bothered to recap EVERYTHING that happened last weekend, but here are highlights:

* 2 dudes got in a tiff because of one's snoring. Weird. I know.
* People keep on mentioning to me that this particular chick i know is hot. And i can't fucking see it.
* I learnt that most trance DJs from Europe e.g Tiesto etc etc are gay. I have to do more research on that.
* People don't really know me. They think I'm sumthing, and i turn out to be sumthing completely else.
* SUSU ACTUALLY CHECKED ME OUT (well my ass to be precise) 4 YEARS AGO IN UNI, AT A PLAY REHEARSAL WITHOUT KNOWING IT'S ME. ~It's weird how our paths should cross again now.
* Ash's slut will ALWAYS be a slut. -_-
* I had THE shittiest lunch ever on Sat: A lil white rice, with kuah pajeri nenas and a piece of fried chicken. Susu had the same. I'm sorry you followed wat i was eating babe.
* But we had THE best dinner that nite: TGIFridays' Cheeeeseeee Burgerrrrrr. Fucking yummmmmy!
* First rave nite i gave up by 2am. Second rave nite by 2.30-ish am.
* Met a guy who was Haanim's fren by the pool. His name was "Tiger" -_- Cibai. Tiger konon.
* Secret squirrel emo-ed. *sigh* Why am i even surprised? All our outings would not be complete without it.
* Had chinese food in some old-skool/dodgy part of PD with Poobee, Ah Chai and Susu on the way back to KL.
* Hung-out @ Susu's for a bit when we reached home. Realized how cool his house mates are. :)
* Reached D'sara Perdana and hung-out with Ash and Mamasan and Quek @ Rasta TTDI.

That's about it for Freedom weekend. Pix are all in my FB.

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Oh ya. Am separated with The Fiance. Long-ass story that i don't wanna tell. But basically, am working on the logistics rite now of where i'm moving out to and stuff. Pls dun worry about me, i'm doing fine. And no, it has nothing to do with ANYONE. It was my decision all along.

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Went for a brainstorming session this morning @ a client's place. Was a very productive one i think. ;p Never has the Copywriter (i.e ME) been given so much credibility before. With it...comes pressure too. But i'm liking it. I'm liking it very much... :)

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That's it la. Damn malas to story the other cock-stories.

Go ahead. Bang-Mi!

It's tonite.




Should be hella fun. Gonna meet Susu there. ;p

God bless me and my screwed-up soul.

"doilooklikeigiveashit.com" (???)

...Coz I DON'T. -_-

As if things aren't screwed-up enough as it is, people start giving you more shit. And for the stupidest reasons too.

How can FaceBook be an issue? How can our opinions about FB be right or wrong?! Halo. Give you correct answer also salah, give you wrong answer also salah, give you KISS-ASS answer also salah, give you HONEST answer LAGI la salah! -_-

Stop making people feel like shit. Stop making people feel like shit, for fun.

It ain't cool la...

Get a life. I'll lend mine to you for the time being if you're so hard up. Ok?

I'm not supposed to feel this way about you...

It's funny i suppose. How randomly we met. And how we instantaneously connected (party-ly and physically speaking). You told me that it bothered you how much you liked me. That your problem is, you liked me TOO much. O_o

And after hanging out with you 4 times, 4 weeks (?) in a row, i think i like you too. A lot more than i should. A lot more than what's allowed.

You know what i think? I think that given enough time and given enough chances, you can fall for people. There's beauty in everybody and if you looked hard enough, there's always something there that you like and inevitably, love.

Thank GOD people can't read minds. I have so many thoughts in my head that aren't supposed to be there, that it's scary. You can have an entire affair raging and replaying in your mind and no one can tell. You can be fully contented, lying in the arms of the man you love, watching TV AND be having an adulterous romp in your head simultaneously.

God, save me from myself...