Wah Damn Busy

No time to blog except i wanted to say… YAY! People have been sending me drinks on Facebook!

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KinkyBlueKarma

I believe in the Rule of Three. That whatever good or bad you give to people in any form (material, social, emotional, physical) will return to you threefold. (Not necessarily in the same form or from the same source.) Maybe the same day, maybe the next, maybe in years to come or maybe in your next life.

“Do you like football?” asked GentingKevin.
“No…”
“Does your dad or brother like football?”
“Nope. Why?”
“Oh, it’s just that i’ve got this autograph of Ian Rush, thought you’d like it.” He casually fished a photograph out of the Genting magazine he was showing me earlier.

I don’t even bloody know who Ian Rush is. Which is absolute blasphemy to a Liverpool fan and i reckon will get me a pretty long lecture regarding him if they knew.

Staring at the autograph, something triggered in my head – There’s someone who’s a crazy Liverpool fan… who ar… OH YAR. Mark -_-

Mark’s so crazy over Liverpool FC, he’s setting up an unofficial fan club in Malaysia (besides probably belonging in all the official ones) 

Mark’s so Liverpool FC-crazy, him and his two friends ignore me at Somo and yak about Liverpool FC memorabilia. 

Mark’s so crazy, he even went there to watch a game and it got written about in the Star.

Took a picture of the article in Somo ages ago. See the blackish part? They accidentally spilled drinks on it.
“Shit! The article’s wet!” *drunk*
“Don’t worrryyyy, i got spare one at home!” *waves hand tipsily*
 

Mark and i during the 70s-themed party at Somo


Nat + AndrewBNBC left BabyCadence at home so they could party. How rare.
(For Nat la, not Andrew. Andrew’s always partying.)

So i asked GentingKevin whether i could have it to give to that crazy Liverpool FC freak fan friend that i (unintentionally) have.
He said sure.

Happily called Mark when i got home to tell him. He was being so maintain on the phone, and smsed later that whatever i do, not to lose the photo :p

Then hours later, YC smss me saying she’s giving me fairy colouring books in felt and translucent paper!!!
WEE!

Told my happy story to someone who said, “I don’t think you can compare Ian Rush’s autograph to fairy colouring books…”

Hmph. Why not.

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I Really Should Delete My Facebook

Omg i’ve been playing facebook for hours when really, i’m supposed to get a TON of stuff done. Even my laundry is hanging out in the garden at night. Don’t they have some superstition about that? Like the spirits will hang on to them or something. Anyway, i think the less adults repeat superstitions to us, the more we forget them. I’m not sure whether that’s a good thing or not… Back to the point. So there i was sitting down, editing pictures for some banners, and i end up editing pictures into a folder to be uploaded into facebook since i’ve never uploaded a folder even. And hey, people are replying in seconds and minutes..! What the hell, is everyone on facebook at this hour? We should kill facebook. Kill kill kill!!!

I’ll give myself 5 more minutes on facebook. Then i’m logging off. Like for real. Really really real. Okay, okay, let’s be realistic here. *thinks* 10 minutes? Okay ten minutes. But what if someone comments on a picture on it! Then i won’t read it! And i’ll KNOW it’s there cos it’ll pop up on my gmail… oh gosh woman. It’s just facebook. Fuck the comment you don’t have to read it. But… GODDAMMIT. This is so hard. Plus i have to sleep soon cos i have to wake up early tomorrow. Ok ten minutes. TEN MINUTES. I SWEAR.

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More KKB Pictures

The humble kitchen

Someone said the black dog looks like a pig.
So kesian, don’t listen to him ‘kay? *pats doggie’s head*

Old school! My grandmother used to make mats like that!

Someone took up one of the hammocks pretty quick.

But jumped down when she got thirsty.

TV and DVD player. Don’t mess.

Antares put up pictures of particular orang asli on the walls in the hut.
Amidst them all, i noticed…
“Hey Deep… why is there a picture of an old school white dude there?” *points to upper right*
“Haha! Maybe it’s Francis Light.”
“Hahahaha!!!”

Deep and Antares found a durian at the waterfall.

I was excitedly telling PassedOutBen about something Antares  said, “And Ben, you know what! Guess what! Antares said he can see pixie energy surrounding me!  Isn’t that cool! And he doesn’t even know me very well!”
POB: You know what Joyce, there are places for people like your friend and you. They’re called Tanjung Rambutan.
Me: Oh shush drunkard.

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It’s Fairy’s Daddy’s Day!

Today is Daddy’s birthday. He turns 52.
Daddy works as an environmental consultant. Which needed alot of explaining in class last time when teachers made us talk on our parents’ occupation.

Which probably also explains why i’m called the office tree-hugger and insect/animal lover.

When i was a kid and couldn’t go out, i’d listen to his CDs over and over again.
So my adoration for Queen, Human League, MJ and Madonna came from him.
As did my exposure to Genesis, Meatloaf and so much more.

Daddy was a hippie. I found an old picture of him with long hair, hipster jeans and he used to ride a bike.
Then he became a Daddy so… i guess he couldn’t be a hippie anymore.
This might also explain why i feel i should have born in the 60s instead of the 80s cos i feel i’m so sunshiney happy clappy love the world chill out.

Daddy didn’t believe in giving me alot of pocket money in college; and RM500 a month for all food, travel and shopping was completely insufficient in this decade. Which pushed me to work heaps during college. For which i’m glad else i wouldn’t be where i am today.

He’s always been open-minded, rational and explanatory when it came down to my problems with drinking and shopping. Hence i’m much better and have also stopped using my credit card cos i seriously don’t know how to control myself. It’s cash all the way, baby.

Daddy is absolutely metrosexual when it comes to skincare. He’d squint at my eyebags, fine lines under my eyes and dry skin before chucking me some SKII and Sisley to save it all. But he’d also steal my toner when he runs out. (Fashion sense and colour coordination i got from Mummy)

He made me laugh during a funeral, which was terribly rude. “Why spend so much money on a funeral and people come and cry? When i die, i want a party with white tents and white wine on a golf course. Then my ashes should be spread across nine holes okay.”

Golf is obviously one of his passions. He used to dive in the 70s and my aunt claims he was superbly fit then. Like ‘Phwoar’ kinda fit. But now he just resorts to golf. Every weekend.

NickIsTaller got an abundance of Daddy’s sarcastic humour. I guess got some too but mine’s a bit lari topic sometimes.

There’s so much to say… guess i’ll put it all down in my book.
Hee hee.

Mucking Around With Facebook

Pool party really terbabased me
And i got a slight fever after swimming in the cold
Bloody asking for it

I *should* be sleeping, but i’m mucking around with Facebook
… At 4:30 am  -_-
Stressed myself out looking for particular magnetic words that i couldn’t find
In the end i just made a grammatically salah sentence on Sarah’s one
:p
My englands very the goods
And how come Tyler has more drinks then me when he just started?
He’s got like scores of beers, cocktails and bottles!
I just have *one* lousy beer from Suanie 🙁 (which i do* appreciate woman!)
Hmm hey, i’m not the only on facebook now… anita just added me hee hee
*mucks around somemore*
Sheesh! I just read this really nice thing this guy said bout this girl on facebook but padahal he’s called her a slut.
You’re such a slut yourself sheesh!
Okay okay don’t emo about facebook -_-

Ok i’m being so lame.
Sleep la.
I’m going to see LaughingLoga for lunch yay!
Then KelvinTSD who’s helping me out with his magic marketing skills, double yay!

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