After-Weekend Ponderings
La di da… i’m back home again after my weekend gallavanting…
I had this fantasticallyfunnilicious conversation with Lisa in Atmos concerning men. And their packages.
hA, that made you sit up, didn’t it!
Anyway, the presence of vodka ribena made it all the funnier.
We were trying to decide which was more important:
Massive size without skill. Or. Skill with total lack in size.
In the end, we just screwed the whole thing and drank to both.
Oh yea, we *did* decide skill was more important in the end.
Damn. Alotta funny things happened over the weekend but i can’t remember now.
We celebrated Dinesh’s Birthday in Atmos on Friday night.
I popped into Passion for awhile to see some friends up from S’pore.
For the first time, i didn’t have to queue up outside. yAY.
They bought me Malibu there. Double yay!
Godammit. I’ve been trying to dl ‘Chicks On Speed’ for damn long and it keeps on getting ‘remotely queued’. ARGH.
Mary’s bag got snatched from her in Bangsar on friday night.
Typical snatch theft scenario: Two guys on bike. One gets off bike, with parang pointing at victim. Snatches bag. Runs. Tada.
Luciky Mary is fine.
The incident got some of us talking bout previous snatch incidents where the victims either got injured or passed away.
Then there was the one about the girl who got paralysed from the waist down.
(Her story was in the Malay Mail).
At the time of the incident, she had a fiance.
Please note: i wrote ‘had’.
After proclaiming to reporters he would continue his love and marriage to her, he broke it off after a few months.
Of course i can understand his need for sex, the difficulty of having a spouse who is now physically challenged, and the emotional stress bla bla bla.
BUT. What about her?!
Having to deal with the fact you can never ever walk for the rest of your life.
And then to know that the person you thought would love you for better or worse… doesn’t.
Fucking hell. Reality bites.
I can only think of one person who might stay in love me if i lost my ability to walk.
And even so, i say ‘might‘.
Cos you can never be sure…
Christ… Chicks on Speed are kinda urm strange.
MaryLisaAdel and i went to Bangsar on Sunday afternoon for threading.
Adel got a bikini wax and we watched.
We flinched when she did.
And we exclaimed in pain though she didn’t.
ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch
I have never got my eyebrows threaded before, i had somehow just stuck to plucking.
Well.
I tried it just now.
The area around my eyebrows got the most gawd-awful swelling and went red as mars.
Yes yes, my eyebrows are pretty.
But then i looked like mosquitoes love to bite *only* around my eyebrows.
Today is World No Tobacco Day
Joyce doesn’t smoke.
I understand if you’re already addicted.
In fact, i am tolerant and accepting of people who are addicted.
Joyce doesn’t smoke.
But the smokers i abSOLUTELY loathe are those who poser smoke.
You know, the kind who aren’t addicted to nicotine at all, yet they smoke because they will then instantly look oh-so-cool.
And the only time they’d light up is when there are other smokers around them.
Joyce doesn’t smoke.
This usually applies to people who just started college (or some other new terrifying stage in their life).
Come ON. There are so many other ways you can deal with stress or whatever else you come up with.
Like Malibu for instance… 
I pose smoke. Was at a club waiting for the dance floor to roll. There was virtually nothing to do since it was a tad too noisy to talk. Took out cigarettes that my friend and I prepared beforehand and I swear I looked so cool.
yes. i’m sure you did. as cool as fuck ey. it’s ok. i have friends who POSER SMOKE as well. like i said before… i’m a very accepting person. :p