**********************
What an Unemployed Person Does on a Weekday.
1pm – Wake up. Check email to find… updates from shopping sites.
2pm – Pick (KinkyPug)kaki-in-unemployed-crime up for lunch. Slowly figure out where to have lunch.
2:20pm – Decide on Daily Grind in Bangsar. He has their classic cheese burger. I have medium rare beef as well, with ginger ale. Yummy.
4pm – Banquet in Bangsar Village II for coffee. Makes accidental stop in Aldo on the way, buys shoes on sale.
4:30pm – Soon-to-migrate-to-Saigon TL joins us. The boys have hot chocolate. The lady has a latte.
Puggy: “You look like you have another head… on top of you head.”
Me: “Oh shut up. I’m doing my hair tomorrow.”
I passed him a pug calendar i bought last year. And forgot to give him till almost March -_-
6:30pm – Meeting in Chilli’s in Midvalley. Kinda P&C.
7:30pm – Tries calling friend with worst reception on his phone, KelvinTSD. We’re supposed to meet for his belated birthday dinner.
7:45pm – Walks to Madam Kwan’s where Kelvin mentioned we might be eating. Nil KelvinTSD. Everytime he calls, he can’t hear me on the phone but i can hear him. Every time i call, it gets disconnected. Kanasai.
8:15pm – Finally find each other and head to Japanese restaurant in Gardens.
“Oh my god… the food looks so good… and the prices are only a bit more then those rotten jap places like Sakae Sushi…”
“Yeah, man, the food here is bloody good.”
We order alot. Tempura. Sashimi. Soft Shell Crab. Mushrooms wrapped in beef. Gyoza. Unagi sushi.
“Do you think that’s enough for two people?” i ask the waiter as i hand him back the menu.
“I think it’s more then enough for two people -_-”
Including three 150ml servings of sake, the bill comes up to RM150.
10:30pm – The TSD has to go home.
11pm – Joins CherubicCho and his friend Liam for wine at Flo in Equatorial.
12:30am – Joins Mark and Winston for burgers at Jalan Alor. I don’t eat any. I’m way too full from dinner.
I don’t know how i’m going to adjust waking up for work next week. Yes, i have three more days of unemployment to enjoy. Woke up at 9 today cos of a bad cough. Got chucked cough medicine and passed out till 3pm.
I went to get my hair done again today. By Milcah, of course.
QubeAshley did my brother’s hair.
I wolfed down rice and chicken curry before telling my brother that i just have to pop upstairs to do my makeup and change first.
“Why?” his rational tone broke out, “We’re just going to do our hair -_-“
“… True also. Okay dunnit!”
So we just ran out of the house and headed to Plaza Damas.
There was a terrific jam outside Hartamas today… don’t know why.
After dyeing and washing my hair, MilcahG picked up her scissors.
“So… what are you going to do this time?”
She hmm-ed and cut away.
0_o Okay la. Trust the woman.
Instead of my layered rock cut, she changed it to something simpler.
At least it’s different from all the concaves and Rihanna’s and Paris’ i’ve been seeing people sporting. Sien.
“It’s very eighties now, you see,” she deftly blew-dry it and used her hands to mold, “It’s more slick. You can still funk it up if you want, but at least you can have it this way too.”
“I look like a boy.”
“At least you can carry this off okay, not everyone has a round head like you,” she tapped the back of my head.
“Okay okay, i like it la “
Now i’m thinking what clothes to go with this style already
I think it’s about time i start work.
By being (pretty darn) free and window-shopping in between meetings, i’ve acquired new hair products (from the wholesaler’s in Sungai Wang. Cheaper!), Shu Uemura eyelashes, MAC makeup, Aldo shoes and sunglasses
I think i spent less money when i was away on holiday
I recently thought of starting another blog, one where i can write the real rubbish that goes on in my head and won’t collide with advertorial clients.
What would the clients think? Me writing about my imaginary conversations and rescue missions of drowning ants in my bathroom? I should really be concentrating on proper posts, non?
Then another thought would crop up – that, wait, isn’t this what a blog is supposed to be in the first place? To write whatever i want to spurt and chuck online, to italize and to bold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, till disconnection do us part?
Then the thoughts would return –
ah-lah i cannot write all the random crazy shit i used to like last time because only three people read it then.
There was noone to judge,
no worries on whether people would read it only to get bored and wonder why the fuck is this girl always being featured for,
no care for whether my content would match my ads,
no censorship of the man in my life,
no deletion of comments because prying eyes and spiteful mouths were absent.
Now, it’s
wondering whether i should cut down my cursing,
censoring drunkard escapades because people point fingers and go, “What a wasteful life of partying you and your friends lead,”
talking to friends who are used to limelight to being told that rumour-mongering and backstabbing is normal and just to remember to stick to old friends (which in turn makes me think: shouldn’t everyone be given a chance at being a friend? not everyone is sneaky or bitchy),
trying to make sure i don’t make spelling or grammar mistakes so that people don’t go telling my eds, “Hey, that kinkybluefairy doesn’t know how to speak england” -_-,
cutting out my daily going-abouts because i don’t want it to clutter my blog,
and moderating these bitchy comments people leave which baffle me – so interested and so much time on their hands to dissect my posts and translate them into their own meaning of my life, have they.
******
Hmm halfway writing the post above, i ended up staring a new one with KinkyPugKevin helping me with the simple design.
He said i’m making things complicated by starting a second blog.
I replied that it’s just to write my what-i-ate-today and inanimate-objects-i-spoke-to-today rubbish.
And that if it doesn’t work out, so be it.
Let me get into the groove of it first then i’ll link it.
“Dressed up to the eyes
It’s a wonderful surprise
To see your shoes and your spirits rise
Throwing out your frown
And just smiling at the sound
And as sleek as a shriek
Spinning round and round
Always take a big bite
It’s such a gorgeous sight
To see you in the middle of the night
You can never get enough
Enough of this stuff
It’s Friday
I’m in love”
Went for dinner at NeroVivo on Friday night.
SunshineySteph organised a group of roughly ten people, some couples + some singles, to have wine and dinner with.
I kept on thinking how Deb looks familiar (i just met her that night) and only after two hours, it hit me that she was Miss Malaysia last year.
Blur case -_-
Dragged NicNotMyBrother (just met him that night too) and Mark to Paradiso (the old Aero) for Kevin’s hip hop event.
I can’t seem to dance hip hop style at all. I even shake all wrong now.
I have just become too lap sap.
But i can still feng tho. I told POB, “Once a feng-er, always a feng-er.”
Met StephTheVolcano’s new boyfriend – Neighbour Guy.
His name is Mike but we’ve been referring to him as Neighbour Guy for ages.
NicNotMyBrother: Where are we going? Twenty-six?
Mark + Me: What?
NicNMB: Twenty-three?
Us: Twenty-one la
21 owner.
Caught up with LaughingLoga at Twentyone cos i spotted his bald head from the road.
Had two of my fave choc orange martinis before deciding it was about time to go home at 3:30 am.
Suddenly got pushed another martini and ended up going home an hour later >.<
There are other pictures but people look terrible when they’re drunk so… they got deleted
***********
Was feeling poorly on Sat so i happily gulped muchos cough mixture throughout the day.
I haven’t taken cough mixture for so long that i got really stoned on it.
Pei.
Went for dinner at VinceSkyrocker’s house. Dahlah ate so many spring rolls all week in Vietnam, and had to eat more that SpankyCammy made (but they were THE BEST, DARLING )
“Do you have any cough mixture?” i asked Vince.
“Yeah, i think so, i have the non-drowsy one!”
“… Dunnitla,” i turned away.
“… What the hell!”
The Somo guys are having another Single’s night btw.
I’ll be going with the girls.
Not because we’re single, but just to help increase the poon ratio ha ha.
************
My brother is still recuperating from his torn ligament.
Despite it, he jumped down the stairs with his good foot earlier cos he’s too impatient to hobble down.
Daddy to him: Are you trying to injure your other leg?
He’s starting work again this week, even though he still can’t drive.
Been trying in vain to let him lend me his car. Tak jadi.
“How’re you going to work?”
“Daddy’s fetching me.”
“If you let me drive your nice car, i can fetch you!” *big helpful eyes*
“I’ll rather take taxi.”
“Bastardchild.”
I didn’t edit my links for ages because people honestly get way too emo over it (other then the truth – i procrastinated editing them).
For instance, when RainbowGayDave stopped blogging, i moved his link to a different category and his friends asked him whether we had a fight.
Which in turn made the fellow paranoid whether i was mad at him.
Now i’m removing the links of people who don’t really blog anymore… cos it just makes the list look too long.
But i’m holding on to Lawrence the Jiaoman cos it’s too classic to unlink, even though you guys haven’t rubbished there for ages!
I’m also holding on to FaiTheMai’s and POB’s cos they’re so emo, better not unlink
AdamPoserPan, when you start blogging again i’ll link you
“
then i’ll link it.
