I apologised to AlcoJason that i cannot teman him out drinking tonight despite he being back in KL for less than a week.
Ability to party seven nights in a row is a thing of the past 0_o
I partied three nights in a row this week and i feel like i just murdered a whole bunch of brain cells.

Spent today:
– helping AshleyTheMonkey take pictures (will blog bout that more later) Btw. Read her blog on some robbery she wrote. It’s really scary and crazy la…

– went to get inked with AlcoJason
We made a pact to get the same tattoo years ago. I figured he’d have let it go but nooooo he hasn’t! The last time he was back, we couldn’t get an appointment and this time, we booked three months in advance. I is liking it *beams* I’ve managed to push the addiction for tattoos out of my mind. But feeling the needle again prompted me to make another appointment to get another fairy.
Ashley: You want a garden on yourself is it?

– had coffee and (bland) mushroom soup in Alexis, Gardens
Introduced AlcoJason to CherubicCho for the first time. We saw ex-prime minister Dr. Mahathir walking into Alexis with a whole horde of people trying to take pictures with him, to which he obliged (with most of them. Else cannot stop wei.)
Cho: Go take picture with him!
Jason: Yeah la! You can post it up on your blog!
Me: … No… you know i’m not the type to go asking to take pictures with people…

– watched Ironman
Yeah, we’re probably the only people who haven’t watched it. Almost. I thought it was so cool that the little boy behind me was going, “Wow!” and Cho next to me was going, “Woah!!” at the same time. Doubtless Ironman was beyond awesome. Ironman can kick Indie and his aliens’ butts anytime.

– got a massage

– gonna watch Project Runway (the season which Christian Siriano won) that i keep on putting off due to lack of time.

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After the plethora of events yesterday –

Huglot watch store launch in Starhill
Brought in by LVMH, Shanice pointed out a watch she thought was yummy… to find out it costs RM900,000.
Mm hmm, yeah. Totally within our price range. *cough*

Moet & Chandon at Pavilion
Oh my god everyone was tipsy and dancing and just going… mad.
I don’t think there was any show going on, just freeflow bubbly.
I ended up spending a good amount of time outside chilling with JohnLim and RowdyRudy – bonding while sitting on the floor.
Stumbled on Niki’s blog, pics there.

FashFab at 21 bar
Was so tired by the time we went there, cannot make it already!
Left at 1am.
I think.
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Most are off to Envy mag’s launch tonight.

RR: Is it freeflow tonight again?
Me: Yeah.
RR: Oh mannnn…
Me: Walau. You know we’ve had enough when we groan about it! Never hear people react to freeflow like that before!

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Sorry for lack of updates. Been crazy busy with work and events. Suddenly so many events… or more like suddenly so many events i end up in -_-

Damn tired. I think i’m getting old. Cannot party so much anymore ha ha.

I think there’s still bubbly in my body 0_o

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I’m editing someone’s writing… and i just had to post this (it’s okay, i know her so i don’t think she’d mind!)

She wrote, “I find myself inexplicably drawn to fashion like a heroin addict.”

I’m like… heroin addict? wtf. how do you know what it feels like to be a heroin addict? Damn dodge! Edit!

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My music choice has been on constant rotation between Alphabeat and Yelle for the past week.
Everything by Yelle is in French so SarChan and i have no clue what we’re bopping to.
But we do know we be liking their tunes.
It’s flighty, girly, clubby pop and makes me think of dancing on the beach.
Or in my bathroom. I dance in my bathroom to it since i’m not on the beach right now.

One of my favourites from Yelle is Tristesse/Joie

… which wasn’t even released as a single but i’ve still taken a huge fancy to it!

So la la la, forever listening to the songs, singing along to the lyrics (wrongly) and not knowing what the hell it means.
I met up with a friend before he flew back to Paris last week – Denis.
And seeing he’s French and hey! He knows French (duh) so he can translate it for me!
Over wine at Mezza Notte (which he turned his nose down at. The wine. Not the restaurant), i made him listen to my iPod to tell me what the girl’s singing about.

“Are you sure it’s in French?” he asked, listening carefully.
“Yes of course i’m sure, wait… the lyrics haven’t started yet…”
“Ah, yes. I hear it now. It’s French…”
“So what’s she saying?”
“… She’s saying… *cocks his head to one side* to go back… or somewhere with her…”

… No.

NO.

I did NOT just accidentally ask someone to translate something that they’d now think is provocative!

OH MAN.

I slapped my face into my hands (i really did) not knowing whether to laugh it off or tug the iPod away before he translated anymore.

The next day i told SarChan about it in the office and she laughed and laughed, “I told you the lyrics are dirty!”
“WHEN!?”
“I did! You weren’t listening!”
“Fuck. Malu okay.”

Lesson of the Week: Not to ask people to translate songs in case this happens. Because. These kind of things always seem to happen to me. -_-

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I’m plagiarising a picture of Eduard and Alan i just stumbled on in Facebook.
It’s so happy and carefree and cool!
Look at the wide open space!
The give-no-fuck tumbling!

I never did blog finish about Vietnam after my last post *here*

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Went out with PassedOutBen to catch up and i told him which car i’ve got my mind set on getting.
He asked me how much i earn and… i think he’s the only person i’ve told.

POB: You know what you should get? THE GOLF GTI!
Me: Don’t be stupid, i can’t afford it!
POB: *starts calculating and spurting numbers to me*
Me: Seriously. I’ve already lost the plot from a Myvi okay.
POB: Yeah you already lost the plot. Might as well go all the way!
Me: -_-

POB: What colour are you getting?
Me: Blue, it’s bright and happy! The red is a bit dull, not so nice.
POB: The black is cool also wut. But if you get the black, you can’t put different bonnet colour.
Me: WHY would i want to do that!?
POB: You know… *blabbers about carbon fibre*
Me: But it’s not real carbon fibre? For what! So wannabe! It’s like carrying a fake designer bag!
POB: -_-

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