Fairycakes**
MediumBen and i were in Megamall.
note: The movie ‘Hungry Ghost whatever’ sucks terribly. We walked out halfway and snuck into another cinema.
“So. What do fairies eat?”
“Cakes, of course.”
“Cakes… So how do the fairies *make* these cakes?”
“They have ovens la.”
“OF COURSE.” *smacks his forehead and rolls eyes*
“YaAaaa…. that’s why they’re called fairycakes.” *duh*
“Are there male fairies?”
“No. They’re all females. There *are* male pixies and elves of course.”
“I see… so how do the fairies reproduce?”
*pause* “They appear from flowers…”
*starts laughing uncontrollably”
My holidays have started.
Hence my wonderfully short/non-existant posts on weekends.
Two bits of news have captured my attention wholly last week. Usually i read news with an air of nonchalance. This time not.
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The massacre in Russia
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Gone is ‘The Scream’
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-_-
On a jollier turnaround, here are happy, *indeed they are!* pictures from Ghetto Heaven in Zouk last Thursday…
On Friday night.
I didn’t know where to go.
It seemed everyone was going all over the place. My slut wanted to drink beer in Cristros (me no fancy) so i ran off to party with JasonNainAzrinChoonHooiKhairul in Rush.
Remember how i hate Rush?
I still do.
But it’s the company that counts ey. 
Jason and i are childhood friends. He’s Jessica’s older brother. She’s the one i went up with to Mt. Kinabalu remember?
Anyway, i remember being 10, running all over the neighbourhood and hiding in the filthiest places like the drain just so we wouldn’t get caught (playing catch).
It didn’t matter there was water in the drain.
It didn’t matter we had to grip on moss getting in and out.
It didn’t matter if we scraped our knees on the sides.
It didn’t matter if the kitchen window above suddenly decided to have day-old gravy thrown out.
All that mattered was that we would win.
And now. Our activities involve alcohol instead. I just discovered Jason is more alcoholic than me. Really. No. Really.
