I was purchasing tea at the 7-Eleven below my office the other day when Meesh came storming in, much to my shock because she doesn’t even work in the area.
“Eh? What are you doing here?” i exclaimed in surprise, trying not to forget getting DatinTini beehoon as well.
“You know what?! I was in Pavilion right, and i went to J.Co to buy donuts!”
“Uh huh… and then…” I’ve been hearing about these damn donuts from everyone the past couple of months.
“So i went to get something else, put them down next to me for a few minutes, and SOMEONE STOLE THEM!!!”
I laughed freaking loud in 7-Eleven, clutching my can of chrysanthemum tea as not to drop it.
“I’m sorry…” i choked, “It’s tragic, i know, but it’s so damn funny…”
“My donuts! This is what the world is coming to!!!” She flailed her arms madly.
So there you have it.
Miss Social Conscious who’s written for Off The Edge and now with Tell mag.
Shrieking her head off cos someone stole donuts she queued 45 minutes up for.
I’d be mad too. *sympathetic look*
Yesterday was a siao day.
I thought i might die. Like, really pass out from lack of sleep and die sort of thing.
Detergent Man woke me up at 6:30am so that i could research for this forum i was to take part in at 10am.
He had some difficulty.
Plus then we started making out.
So that didn’t help my time management.
Dragged my sorry ass home to research and Daddy questioned my actions at 8:30am
“What are you doing up?”
“Researching… for… this speech thing i have later…”
“I hope they’re paying you.”
“No… they’re not.”
“Then why are you doing it?!”
“To create awareness among the students… and exposure for myself as well i guess.”
“You want exposure you go streaking okay.”
“DADDY!!!”
I can’t believe my father just suggested i run around in the nude.
Went for the forum (will blog more bout it later)
Afternoon, went for the Digi Fuyoh event at Taman Tasik Titiwangsa (will blog bout that later too :p)
Then to Benny’s birthday pool party at Dua Residency.
I had a vague clue where the apartments were… and i did my super fail way by driving around looking up at the surrounding buildings till i thought, “Hey… that kinda looks like Dua…” and drove toward it.
After Benny’s party was QueenKanch’s birthday at her mum’s house in Subang.
At the end of the night, i drove all the way back to Detergent Man’s apartment to drink with them till 5am.
Or something. I didn’t see the time.
Woke up in the middle of the morning to find the spot next to me empty.
So i wandered around the apartment like a lost kitten to drag him back to bed.
“The demonstrations are going on outside…” he said.
I woke up a fair bit more, “Oh where? Can see from the balcony? I wanna see, i wanna see!”
My mum had already been telling me not to wear orange since Friday.
“No, you can’t see it, go back to bed.”
“Aww…”
KinkyPugKevin gave me a link to what it was like –
Been super busy (yeah what’s new) with heaps of meetings, writing and events.
And with Detergent Man as well >_<
I told him he’s called Detergent Man on my blog.
“What? People will think i’m anal! Nobody knows it’s me right?”
“No, so it’s okay isn’t it.”
Ten minutes later:
“… Can’t you change my nickname?!”
“Nope. It’s stuck. Nobody gets to change their nickname… except for Mary last time…”
He gave me this superemo ‘godammit’ look.
“Why do you smell like detergent again?” I forgot what he told me the night before.
“Because i forgot to buy my usual body wash… so i had to use some spare one.”
“Oh, okay.”
“I’m buying some tomorrow.”
Two days later he still smelt like detergent.
“You still smell like detergent…” i sniffed him.
“What? But i’ve got my body wash already!”
“Dunno…”
“Is it my perfume?”
Then he ran off to spray his perfume on his wrist to let me smell.
“Yeah… it *is* your perfume..! Haha! It smells like detergent though.”
“… Well it’s very expensive detergent!”
So emo -_-
I know you’ll read this, i really don’t mind okay.
Don’t emo :p
Thank you for all your comments, i clicked it to read in the office yesterday but had to close it immediately cos i started crying in the office… and that’s like, not cool la, y’know.
Monday was the bad day.
I was hanging out with a close friend on Sunday night when Mummy smsed me on Steven’s condition which got me going again.
After i had composed myself, i said, “Hey thanks for being here for me…”
Him: “Well babe… i can’t really go anywhere. You’re in my apartment.”
Me: “…….. -_- ……….”
Monday we took him to the vet, did some tests and discovered he has organ infection – liver and kidney.
So i was a bit in the middle of whether to put him to sleep – Mummy said we should and Daddy thought otherwise.
I leaned more to the idea of euthanasia, till Ash called to tell me her dog had the exact same problems, plus our dogs are around the same age.
So we’ve decided to hospitalize him and hope for the best.
A lot, maybe too much, has been going on in my head this week.
Steven trauma. Work. And someone new i met. I’m calling him Detergent Man. Cos he smells like so.
Went for the Coach launch at Gardens with QueenKanch yesterday afternoon, and ’twas the best to see BubblyBel cos we haven’t seen her in so long.
Datuk Sharizat graced the event and shook our hands saying to us, “Wow! Are you people from KL? You’re all so beautiful!”
“Yes, we’re from KL,” i answered.
“You’re all so beautiful!” she repeated, moving on to shake others’ hands.
QueenKanch emo-ed, “What the fuck, so people in KL damn ugly is it?”
A kwailo woman next to us burst out laughing cos she overheard Kanch’s comment.
Went straight to get my hair done with Milca after that.
She told me how a few girls actually went to Qube asking for my cut and colour to which she refused.
“Oh! I didn’t know you don’t do the same thing for other people…” i was surprised.
“Of course la, you don’t want to walk down the street and see someone else with the same hairstyle right?!”
That’s hairstylist loyalty for you.
Rushed to Attic at 8pm for Fiona and Fem’s art exhibition launch.
Then to Mansion for Andrew’s Models 20th Anniversary to see the Tattle team.
I ended up being too absorbed with DetergentMan who was there as well, and didn’t layan anyone else… which everyone was not used to.
>_<
So we sat there for hours, and i made sure i introduced QueenKanch to the others so she wouldn’t get lonely
>_<
He finally had to leave and i went back to the troupe who were watching me from a table away the entire time.
-_-
All the gay boys pounced on me with questions and unabashed statements.
“So? Where’s he from?”
“Where does he work?”
“Is he rich or not? If not rich don’t need la!”
“He’s a cutie!”
“I think he’s okay only.”
I stared at all of them – “Walau, even my parents don’t ask so many questions in a go okay!!!”
I know thirteen years is a long time.
When i was 11, i calculated that you’ll be with me till i’m roughly 22 years of age.
And 22 seemed an eternity at that time.
It seemed an age that would never come.
It came. And left.
Now i’m 24. And you’re 13.
Daddy took the cone off you cos he thought you’d be more comfortable without it.
And you seemed like you were suffering.
But after it got taken off, you just had to scratch more at your ear and now it’s bleeding again.
It just won’t fucking heal.
I’m pissed off and upset.
No, i’m not pissed off at you…
“I think we have to accept that maybe it’s time for us to say bye to him,” said Daddy calmly in the kitchen.
I looked outside into the garden. Which wasn’t much to see because its dark outside.
A month ago i was in denial that it was time for you to be put to sleep.
So I made you go to the vet a few times.
Sometimes you seem like you’re getting better, and you look at me with the same eyes that remind me of when you were young – bright and alert.
Then sometimes you would whine for hours even though you’d eaten and i didn’t know what was wrong.
A few days ago you wouldn’t get up.
You wouldn’t drink water even though i held it to you.
You wouldn’t eat either. The squirrels keep on taking your food.
I tried holding you to stand up but you just slouched back down the moment i let go.
To let go… every time i think of letting you go, my mind just goes, “Cannot cannot cannot, i cannot.”
I was stubborn that it wasn’t your time yet. Even when Mummy suggested it, i didn’t listen, remembering what Cynthia mentioned, “Is he still eating? Does he still wag his tail? Then it’s not his time yet.”
And you were then, so i thought, “Okay good, you’re still fine and it’s okay and it’ll be okay…”
Now you’re not really doing both.
And i remember what Cynthia said.
Coming back to work in KL sucks after traipsing around Bali for four days
Even though i only drove the jeep there for a couple of days, i kept on flicking the wrong switch for the signal lightsย while driving to work yesterdayย -_-
And what different scenery! (if it can even be* considered scenery) KL is jam, jam, jam, jaywalkers trying to commit suicide,ย concrete buildings, banks, offices,ย traffic light upon traffic light. Bali is trees trees trees, winding roads, suicidal dogs lyingย everywhere, fruit stalls, temples, wooden houses, mountains and fields on either side.
I draped myself on the office table yesterday.
“What’s wrong with you? Don’t feel like working right,” said DatinTini
“Yeah, man.ย I wish i could just travel all the time!” i lamented
Then i had to get back to reality and stare at the screen.
I saw a pink condom placed next to me my pink Little Pony (damn! i wish i brought my pony with me when i had shrooms! The pony prollie would have been prancing with me) on my desk.
Arianna put it there cos they matched in colour -_-
Told NotYourAverageJo about my shroom experience and how everything was in cartoon
Jo: “Just goes to show what goes on in your head.”
Last night was the launch of T Mag in conjunction with Fashion Week @ KL Convention Centre
Pics up later
When people ask me, “How was your trip?” i think of the shrooms and go, “I had a greaaaattttt trip!”
KinkyPugKevin andย i pottered over to twenty.one kitchen + barย after that since TattleShan and Dan were there.
But then again, of course Dan would be there, he *lives* there.
I scanned the cocktail menu and ended up with a choc orange martini AGAIN.
I can’t help it… i love them so much! They taste like jaffa cakes and i adore jaffa cakes!
Jaffa jaffa jaffa *babbles*
A few pictures of more to come, gotta run out now to sort out that stupid cheque that’s pissing me off and pay the deposit for the Lap Sap sale this Sunday
