My migraines have returned after a hiatus of four years Been popping Panadols and other painkillers friends have offered up since last week, but i’m trying not to depend on it too much
DikTracey said i should seriously consider getting a scan 0_o
I’m just waiting for the time to pass and for it to go away
I haven’t unpacked from Kuching yet and i haven’t packed for Koh Samui yet Did a bit of laundry else i’d have nothing to match
I’ve been getting very spoilt lately! CherubicCho took me to watch Harry Pothead in gold class, and AnotherKevin’s taking me to watch Broadway’s the King & I later
Me likey!
Was on a date with someone. Romantic, one candle burning, shiraz, the usual la. Alot of laughing and five hours flew by with me assuming it was only two.
However (there’s always a ‘however’ or ‘but’ right), there were two significant lines which are still stuck in my (forgetful) head till today
Me: So, are you a dog or cat person? Him: … I must say, i like pussy. Me: …..
Him: Why did you have to wear braces last time? Me: I had a crooked front tooth after an accident Him: Oh, see here *gestures at slightly off tooth* I have one that’s a bit off too! Luckily, or else people wouldn’t be able to handle how i’m perfect. Me: …..
Traveled back with SueThePixie and GentingKevin Going through my emails now As i was walking through the airport, a song line was playing in my head: “Back to life… back to reality…”
My ears are still blocked and my calves are sore from all that dancing/walking/swimming/prancing/skipping
I’m still thinking about those brownies JL fed me. The ground formed patterns at my feet at 10 am. Havoc.
MAS flight was delayed by two hours. Two hours okay -_-
However, i told ButtercupSharon something – “You know what… i’m actually happy i had all that time alone in the airport. I finally got some alone time.”
I managed to find a spot to sit at the boarding gate, and these students scuttered out of the way when i asked whether i could sit there. They were on a field trip or something. And openly stared at me as i nonchalantly put on my iPod and (finally) got to reading Q&A, this book CherubicCho gave me.
The book is great. Unpretentious, with a very original structure that easily conjures up scenes in my head, as if in a movie.
It made me press my lips in amusement, grunt softly, and snigger to myself in the airport; and tear sendiri in the plane (only one part la okay, i’m not so emo!)
I didn’t even sleep on the plane, as how i usually do all the time.
YC and i managed to arrive at the same time and ButtercupSharon took us out to eat the first thing we wanted to stuff into ourselves – kueh chap.
Beef spare parts! Yummy.
Already bumped into a few people from KL in Kuching for the Rainforest Festival, which starts tomorrow.
I’m wondering whether this year’s will be better then the previous’ Or whether the whole commercialism of it being in it’s 10th Year Annv. overcrowd and jatuhkan the standard.
We’ll see.
Okay, i’m going to go shower cos i’m super stinky. Let Sharon write for awhile *raises eyebrow*
hello i’m joyce the fairy. i love malibu and baileys and…oohh…anything alcoholic. the doctor said i shouldn’t drink so much cause its bad for my liver and kidneys. and my memory…
dumdidumdida….
hello. i’m joyce the fairy. if u see someone with bright red hair, about 5’3″ holding a pine of guiness make sure you say, “hello. I’m feelin KINKY today…and I’m BLUE. I also love FAIRIES!”
oh gawd bubbles. you don’t havta tell everyone yer an alcoholic. i seriously don’t know what to write so i’m gonna get us a drink from the bar while you scrub all that stink off yerself.
…
Okay i just came back. If i’m alcoholic, why is *she* the one making me drink now -_- Read her nonsense above and went, “Urm…”
And why am going “HEE HEE HEE”? Cos someone got drunk So (being the gloriously nice friend that i am), drove him home (though of course, all i wanted to do were fast corners in his BMW)
So yeah. HEE HEE HEE.
Heaps of peeps are going for the rainforest fest. I still haven’t picked up my air tix -_-
I went back to faithful ‘ol Milca at Qube to recolour my hair. So high maintenance can die. And begged for a new cut.
“Okay i’m going to cut a fringe,” she said, placing the scissors near my eyebrow. I panicked slightly. “Fringe? How short?” Images of my super short fringe early ’06 came back to mind. “I did a really short fringe last year… don’t want to do it for some time…” “Not that short, this short,” she gestured at just above my eyelids.
I trust her completely. And i swear it’s really something when you can readily admit you trust your hairstylist completely.
“Okay,” i shut my eyes, “Can.” She snipped away. I opened my eyes and stared at the cartoon china doll gazing curiously back at me.
“How?” she asked “It’s nice,” i pursed my lips, imagining what i would dress up with it. “Want more funky?” “Can ar?” “Cannnn.”
She snipped away and…
…it’s so funky i voiced out my company might possibly fire me tomorrow.
