I’ve been in a fab mood all Monday despite it *being* a Monday.
I sang in the car all the way to work when usually i stop mid-sentence cos i sound so bad.

Okay i’m getting distracted by MYSELF cos i’m dancing in my chair while listening to The Darkness.

Went for dinner with GarfieldChak at some dodgy bar in Damansara Utama which served pork vindaloo.
Well i never! Have you?!

GarfieldChak was telling me he met my cousin.
“Which one? Smalls is it?”
“Yeah, she’s damn talkative man! *made sound of chipmunk blabbering*”
“Ha ha! She’s damn cute right.”
“Yeah, and she’s smaller than you!”
“I’m the tallest amongst them…”
“What are you guys, descended from smurfs?!”
“-_-“

Downed our dinner with Guinness and black chinese noodles (crap forgot the name) before coming home to…

Clean my room.

That’s right.

Me. Cleaning my room.
I don’t know what hit me, i suddenly got all semangat sorting out clothes, hanging them up, dancing around my room, listening to happy rock music, (oh weird thing was i was listening to Hindi music in the office today cos i thought we’re gonna watch a Hindi movie), happily putting on new bedsheets of turquoise and grey, hugged the pillows and sniffed fresh sheets.

And as if that wasn’t enough, i did some laundry.
At 2am.
Had a hard time trying not to imagine clowns crawling around the garden in the dark after reliving memories of the screwed up It video YC posted up.

-_-

I told Daddy my grand idea of getting racks into my room so that i could store more clothes.
He had a better idea of bolting them to the wall.
Doubtful, i questioned its strength, “Are you sure it can hold all my clothes?”
“… What are they made of? Gold is it.” -_-

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The giraffe in the office is still nameless.
Cute thing is he’s been moving (okay moved) around. I found him facing another side of the wall as i was walking to the bathroom the other day.
“What are you doing here..? You must’ve been bad haven’t you. Someone put you on timeout in the corner.”
So i left him there.

These days he’s got a scarf on his head.
I suspect Jerome tied it on, cos it’s his style.

If it was DidiBuli she would’ve tied a shoelace on instead.
That’s her style by the way. Somehow nobody questions the black Adidas shoelace she tied around her forehead like a ninja last week.
But nah, she wouldn’t touch my giraffe, she hates my animals and keeps on bitching about Mr. Elephant adding her on Facebook when he’s just being friendly.

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