So one fine Saturday, i pottered down to Taman Tasik Titiwangsa for Digi’s FuYoh! Street Blast.
Problem was, i had to drive there alone cos CherubicCho meekly proclaimed he was already late for DeliciousBenny’s birthday party.
I was thinking, “Die. CONFIRM get lost driving there alone!!!”
Strangely enough, despite having no clue where i was heading to and never driven in that area in my entire Driving Ability Life, i stumbled upon the right road to turn into.
Miracle.
So la la la, drove down the curving road, and my eyes almost popped out when i saw the scores and scores of cars parked at the side of the road.
“Oh my God… a bit crowded right…” i moaned to myself.
I honestly didn’t expect the event to be *that* crowded!
Driving slowly, i past by all these cars parked before the venue, at the venue… and past the venue.
I succumbed to chucking my car next to a tree in a parking lot pretty far away.
-_-
As i was walking to towards the event, i saw all these Digi posters put up all over the place.
Branding kau kau.
I didn’t mind the walk though…
After getting a few shouts concerning my rambut merah from passerbys,
Yellow Men proved to be very popular that afternoon, they were giving out flyers (or forms?) to the crowd who enthusiastically grabbed at them.
Well, i never! People willingly taking flyers?
They usually decline with a disgruntled look, resulting in a dejected-looking FlyerPerson.
Futsal tournaments took place that day too. The girls…
The boys…
And the other category of people (which i do not belong to) deemed Oh-Tall-Ones, at the B-Ball tournament.
Pottering about were colourful additions to the carnival –
There was so much going on, i didn’t know which way to walk first!
I’ve always been fascinated by graffiti (and am constantly snapping pictures of graffiti in different cities) as i never learnt how to manipulate spray paint and am always impressed with those who can.
There were other forms of art for sale too…
I went hunting for Azuan from AJ Hackett cos i knew they’d be putting up their G-Force ride there.
A ride at KL Tower cost RM50 per person, but for that day, as long as you purchased a Digi prepaid pack, you could go on for free!
I thought that was some serious value action going on.
Look who i bumped into 😉
After chatting to them, i went on the Reverse Bungy ride with Azuan
They asked me to guest DJ.
I was like, “What? It’s just burning songs on a CD… not exactly DJ-ing…”
So no, i wouldn’t say i’m guest DJ. I’m, er, MP3 contributor!
Will be chucking five of my happy songs that get me going tonight!
Will be giving the Coach launch at Pavilion a miss.
Cos it’s the exact same time as Somo’s Anniversary.
And i love Somo more then i do Coach.
I’ve been extremely happy clappy this week, cos there’s less work = less stress.
And i’ve already got my flights booked for holidays next year :p
Gonna go to Bangkok and Chiang Mai for TWELVE days with IceCalvin in January!
We got our tickets at a steal, three flights for RM555 per person.
Then MaryBerry booked flights to go diving in Tioman in May (so far just us, so if anyone wants to join, come k) and flights for Kuching Rainforest as well.
Came into the opis today, checked my Facebook to see RacerKang had tagged me in this photo…
I know right. It’s like, “Oh my GOD. Is that Joyce holding a baby? So wrong!”
Are you still in shock? Okay, let me give you a while to recover.
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Enough time? I’m still recovering myself.
Showed the picture to my colleagues who choked and laughed.
I’m super excited cos MaryBerry told me that Midvalley Megamall’s got this whole fairy theme going on – selling fairy stuff, with fairy decorations, and fairy shows!
*crazy grin*
I was telling Franchesca about it just now.
Fran: Look at you -_- So excited.
Me: Hee hee, but i’m going to KLCC later, not Midvalley…
Fran: KLCC has a huge tree, i think it’s silver tinsel this year.
Me: Hmm i think the mall with the best Christmas deco every year is Megamall.
DatinTini: *cuts in* Huh? What? Ferragamo?!
Me: Megamall la fuck. What Ferragamo. -_-
Woman can only filter what she wants to hear -_-
* RowdyRudy was in my car on Sat night, cos in order to convince him to go to twenty.one to drink, i said i’d drive.
He picked up a CD cover, “Hey! This is a great album!”
I looked over to see which one he was referring to.
It was Rhythms Del Mundo.
“Oh,” i spoke up, “It’s not mine actually, Moots lent it to me.”
“…. HEY! I LENT MINE TO MOOTS! THIS IS MINE!!! Mother…”
I didn’t think of deleting any of the hateful comments i got at first.
Branding me a slut, a boyfriend-stealer, amongst others.
“I’m so sorry… are you okay?” asked DM.
“Yeah. I’m fine,” i said flatly.
“I don’t know how you do it…”
“Well, i know it’s not true. And we have no idea who these people are. So why let it bother me? If i listened to everything people had to say about me, i wouldn’t be myself!”
I wouldn’t.
I’d be too cautious and choked up, afraid and wondering what people people people will say.
“Can’t you take them down?”
“Yes… but i won’t. Cos i have nothing to hide.”
“But it’s not fair..!”
“I know it’s not fair. It’s just circumstance.”
“Do you want me to leave a comment and say something?” he asked worriedly.
I laughed. “What are you going to say? Gosh, don’t need la.”
So i left them up.
Someone else branded him a slut.
“What… i’ve never been called a slut before!” he shook his head in disbelief.
I joked wryly, “See… maybe you shouldn’t go out with a blogger, huh?”
He gave a lopsided smile in reply.
So still i left them up.
And they got worse… and worse.
Stupid people are, and always will be, stupid.
They only talk and listen to what they want to hear.
The fact that you spoke to a close friend of the ex means you have all the story?
I’m sure everyone has their own version to the story.
Have you bothered asking DM what he has to say?
I consulted blog tai kor Kenny Sia.
Kenny Sia says:
wtf some ppl too free
*KinkyChillFairy* says:
do you moderate your comments? or you don’t bother
Kenny Sia says:
of course i delete some nasty comments
its my web space, i paid for it
why should i allow abusive comments to reside on my site?
like i’m paying ppl to abuse me
*KinkyChillFairy* says:
lol
Kenny Sia says:
damn not worth it right?
but it sucks that that’s the case lah
seriously, feel free to del the comments
or if u can ban the ip, even better
*KinkyChillFairy* says:
ha ok, i ask my programmer
seriously -_- go see my last post comments. they like fucking cannot stop ok
Kenny Sia says:
u gotta be able to track the ip address from ur admin window
see if they’re the same folks
*KinkyChillFairy* says:
they are
i just checked
In our short conversation, his line repeated in my head: “Of course i delete some nasty comments.
Its my web space, i paid for it. Why should i allow abusive comments to reside on my site? Like i’m paying ppl to abuse me.”
So for the first time since i moved site, i deleted the comments.
But to the poor hardworking folk who have been diligently posting those comments, why, hello there.
Of course, by hello, i’m referring to the three or so people who have been finding time to invest in fictional story-telling, but you already knew this was for you. Why wouldn’t you? The only reason you would stop by and have a little chat is because you’d want me to respond.
So here i am.
Unfortunately for you, this isn’t a two-way conversation. If i made a little effort, i can probably confirm your identities, but where’s the fun in that? Of course, the fun lies in *your* claims. Oh, and for the others reading this, by *your*, i mean the three IPs who have been spamming comments the past few days. Staggering crowd, i know.
You call me a slut. I call you a liar.
You call me a thief. I call you a liar.
You call caution to my kinky name. What are you, nine-years-old?
This isn’t a rebuttal, because i don’t owe you an explanation, especially when you don’t have the balls to tell it to my face and have me slam it back at yours in return. I can and should elaborate on all the things which will inevitably make you look like an idiot, but that’s not necessary. I say this because you’re still the coward behind the monitor, and i’m the one asking you to, at the very least, con more people into joining your deluded cause because frankly, if you want a revolution, build an army.
At least don’t be silly and lie about it too.
Oh, wow… I guess you really got to me because look, you took up 15 minutes of my drinking time at Somo.
If you have further questions, please, feel free to ask me there.
I might even buy you a drink.
No poison. I promise.
