Oh, Come On!!!!

It’s Monday morning syndrome.
The pc decides to hang on me.
Six times in all.
I cursed.
Then i took it all back and hugged the monitor, I really did.
I patted it with my right hand and cooed, “No… i didn’t mean it… please.. don’t…”

But no. Either my voice wasn’t cutting it or my tits weren’t brushing the damn thing enough.
So i gave up, panicked cos my deadlines were due and rushed to Smellie’s apartment in my pajamas.

Yes, i do work in my pajamas. That’s one of the benefits of being a freelancer.
I can even do my work naked if i want to.
Another is that i get to cut my toenails whenever i like.
This is a strange and unreasonable habit due to the fact that they grow four times slower then fingernails anyway.
Don’t ask me how i know that, i just happen to remember all these insignificant facts that will never save my life.

Oh, yes. Back to the story.
So i rushed to the apartment in my PJs, installed Microsoft Office (yeah. the pc doesn’t have Word -_- What it does have are alot of games -_-) and spent the rest of the day there typing away.
And dropped to a much-needed nap at 7pm
At 9, i was to join the girls for dinner at Delicious

But… i had no clothes to wear!
I had taken most of them home for Laundry Day (when it comes >_<)
There was no time to drive home, change and meet them

So i did the inevitable

I wore my pajamas to 1U

…

I wore my pajamas out in public!!!

From the carpark to the restaurant, i walked with my face down lest i bump into someone i work for/with.

Imagine the SHAME if i did!!!

In short, there *were* people staring so i just stared at the floor
I mean, surely if i can’t see them, they can’t see me right?
That’s my twisted theory anyway.

Just when i thought i had reached the restaurant safely
I bump into YeKar and Sam
Oh god
Just one table to the monkey and the queen and i *had* to bump into someone i know in my PJs

“You look great!” grinned YeKar
I’m sure she meant i looked great cos i was baring alot
But i did i look appropriate?

Hell no.


“What. The. Hell. Are. You. Wearing.” AshleyTheMonkey stared at me
I slid into my seat, with my head still down
“Shaddup, i’m in my pajamas okay. Didn’t have clothes at his place.”
They laughed heaps. Yes, i provide entertainment for you all ha ha ha.

“At least you’re matching,” quipped QueenKanch
True. At least i did.
A black spaghetti strap, red bra, and black and red Paul Frank short shorts

I just couldn’t tahan that the shorts were so short in public
I’m not so shameless okay!!!!
I have decency!!!

…

Some sort of decency anyhow!!!
Went home, and demanded my IT expert brother to fix the pc

“That’s what brothers are for right,” said POB, his voice full of sarcasm on the phone.
“Of course. Then my parents invest to send him to college to study IT for what?!”

NoOooo Nick i love youuuuu
I know you read my blog
>_<
Please get it fixed… somehow… today?

I cannot tahan doing heavy work somewhere else la
So much distraction. Not exactly the cleanest place in KL. I started sweeping the apartment when i came back here at 1am. There are two occasions whereupon i would clean fervently – when i’m drunk. Or when i have to do work cos i cannot work in peace with mess around. It’s like having a stick poking into my back whilst i’m trying to concentrate.

The first time i told TL the former, he said straight up they’d buy me more alcohol -_-

Congratulations to TL for starting his new job at Channel [V]
Don’t die there okay

At least TL knows how to tip-toe timidly around the dirt when i’m sweeping
Unlike some idiot who’s so busy dancing around to an Orson song that i had to shriek, “Can you get OFF the dirt i’m sweeping!?!?”
“I’m so happy tonight! I don’t know why!” he pranced around the apartment
“Oh good for you. You know, your dancing around isn’t helping the situation when i’m sweeping.”

I’m turning into such an auntie, i swear.

After i swept, i went on to the dishes in the kitchen.
Bugger was still prancing around.
“So much energy yeah?” i eyed him

There’s just this thing about women cleaning and cooking
Men should NOT be lepaking when we’re doing something
At least try to look like you’re helping, jesus.

“Yup!!!” he danced into the kitchen
“Not tired ar? Everytime also say tired.”
“Nope!!!”
“Not tired? Come. I’m damn tired. Do the dishes.”
“… … OH! I have to take a crap now!”

And he ran off to the bathroom.

I can’t seem to put one big motherfucker of an icon there
So i put alot la for (equal) emphasis, (i hope)

Backlogged Pieces

I always write too much for my own need/good/blog (which doesn’t go up anyway)
I wouldn’t say reference because hey… there is no such thing as too much history on one

Tada:

Last week –

Temptation and Missing Him

I was supposed to go home and continue work
But i couldn’t bear the thought of staring at the pc anymore for the day
So i found myself being magneted to his apartment and let myself in

Stepping into the room after week-long hiatus, the first thing i noticed was the mess

HOLY SHIT

One week i’m not around and the room turns into… a slosh
Clothes, tin cans, sweet wrappers and various objects littered the place
I literally say ‘littered’ cos it really was litter -_-

I showered and crawled into bed, where he was sleeping face down
He woke up, surprised
“Baby… you’re here!” he mumbled sleepily, “… and you’ve lost weight!”

Wow
I’ve really shed it so fast in the past week that even He Who Calls Me Fat Chicken has said i lost weight

That means, confirmed i’m too skinny already.

Sunday Salah Concept

I was working at one of the Heineken Thirst sessions where producer Greg Henderson and DJ Haze were helping out the finalist bands

It was a very chillex place (pix up when my pc is ok) and one of the most enjoyable ones

GarfieldChak looked at my arm in disdain commenting that i was way too skinny
Then he kept on saying how i should eat more bla bla bla
Bla bla bla

Bla bla bla

You get my drift

Later we were making coffee while babbling endlessly
I find that he’s one of those people i can babble to without thinking
Well… i do that to alot of people, but there are the few i *enjoy* saying things to without thinking cos they don’t take me too seriously
😉

“Do you want creamer?” he asked, holding out the packet to me

Creamer? Hell yeah, i need to put on weight anyway

“Well, you’re the one that said i need more cream in me innit… oh godthatsoundedsowrong.”

Then we both couldn’t speak after that cos we were too choked up laughing.

Maybe i need to do that thing where you replay sentences in your head instead of blithely spurting them out, whereby the salah concept-ness steps in
>_<

Okay la i have to stop blogging
It’s late, i’m still doing work and i have a meeting at 9am tomorrow
Which means… to avoid the jam in this blasted area, i’d have to leave… i don’t want to think about it!

Happy Tuesday, everyone!

I’m feeling happy

I don’t know why
And i’m so hyper
I love it when i’m feeling this way and there isn’t a particular reason
Cos i still have loads of work
The fucking (no! i didn’t mean it!) pc is screwing me over

But i’m in a good mood
Maybe it’s the cocktail
*lifts vodka chrysanthemum (i’m sure i spelt that right) to lips*

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