A year ago, KinkyPugKevin bought his First Pony! *click*
Kanchy
QueenKanch and i have this very special relationship She calls me ‘Moyce’ And i call her ‘Kanchy’ They’re our pet names for each other Nobody else can call us that except for us
I think the last time Loowee called her ‘Kanchy’, he kena marah
Anyway it was good seeing her today, going through clothes, trying not to spend money, eating Indian food Argh, i’m just being emo cos seeing her today made me realise how much i enjoy her company since she’s in a long-distance relationship and practically married to her modem now
One day, Ash and i are going to cut your modem wire And if your sis complains, she can come use my internet But you’re not allowed to HAHAHA
I’m being really fidgety now and not getting much work done Time to fall asleep in Smellie’s arms
Paris Hilton Saved Me
Sitting at the pc, a sour smell lingered around me Its tendrils curling and disappearing Then coming back again
*Pooh!*
What’s that smell!?!
I ignored it. And it tortured me till i couldn’t bear it anymore
*Pooh!!!*
The smell of socks. Sour smelly socks. I hunted for perfume in the living room I thought i saw a box here… where’s all the free perfume lying around the place when you need one!? So i fetched the Paris Hilton one from the bedroom And sprayed the entire area like a maniac
so much for fine art classes
I wonder who they belong too -_- Now i’m not pointing fingers here There are only three guys in the apartment (god forbid) TL isn’t a suspect cos he’s not even in the country Besides, TL is too clean and perfect to have smelly socks
Exactly a year ago, i blogged bout Malaysian Idol 2 *click*
Two years ago, my church friends proclaimed God will shoot lightning on me >_< *click*
Your Dosha is Vata
Creative and restless, you take in all of life’s pleasures (maybe a little too much!). You’re quick witted and very talkative, but you also tend to have a spotty memory. You tend to get very into ideas, people, and lifestyles… but only for a short time. It’s difficult to hold your attention, and you sometimes feel with what life has to offer.
With friends: You are very uncomfortable in new situations or with new people
In love: You fall in and out of love very easily
To achieve more balance: Live in a warm climate and spend some quiet time in nature
Okay, so i admit it’s killing me I never realised i drink so much on a regular basis Have chinese dinner, want beer Have dinner, want wine Chill at home, make bloody mary Sit by myself in cafe to compile notes, order beer
So on Day #1, i occupied myself by making veggie soup It’s so easy that a non-cook like me cannot possibly screw it up Chuck chopped-up tomatoes, celery (lots of celery! i love celery!), carrots, onions, lettuce and chinese dates into pot with chicken stock and simmer
I got lazy after chopping a bit of celery and hopped into the bedroom to flop myself on Smellie “Oof! How’s your soup going?” “It’s fine… i just chopped the celery. Lazy already…” “Oh poon!” “Help me chop la.” “No way. Didn’t i help enough following you buy and carry all your groceries?”
Anyway the soup turned out fine and i’m not saying that just ‘cos *i* cooked it! Joe even ate some and he’s still alive and watching Monk so it’s FINE
I seem to have slipped into cooking nonsense to avoid making a cocktail Stewed mushrooms with green pepper and tomato sauce to eat with celery (i know, what crap is that right.) Attempted to fry maggi goreng and failed horribly I meekly brought it to the boyfriend going, “It’s okay if you don’t want to eat it… it’s really horrible… probably the worst thing i’ve cooked ever.“ He stared at the yellow slush, “What. The Fuck is this…” Me: Him:
In the words of my cousin, maybe “I’m not girlfriend material… I’m mistress material.”
My friends in the kitchen are mocking me as i fuss about
Mr Smirnoff: Oh come on, give it up already Me: No, i’m just gonna lay it off for a while Ms. Absolut: Honey, what’s the diff, the food you cook is atrocious Me: Oh shut up, not like i’m asking you to eat right Mr Smirnoff:C’monnn, bloody mary, bloody mary… tomato juice in the fridge and you know it Me: Shut up! Ms. Absolut: If you want us to, you could always pour us down the sink Me: You don’t really want me to do that Mr Smirnoff:You’re the one who keeps telling us to shut up *sniffs* Me: Look. Next week, alright? Mr Smirnoff: Well, stop sneaking peeks at us then Me: I’m not sneaking peeks! Mr Smirnoff: I see you looking! Darling, is she, or is she not looking? Ms. Absolut: Oh she’s definitely looking alright. I see her lookin’ Me: I’m not looking! I’m not! Mr Smirnoff: Then why are you still talking to us? Me: I’m going crazy.
By Right, 2 ÷ 2 = 1
Feeling peckish, i reached for the box of PopTarts We always eat them cold and i wanted it piping hot for once Reading the instructions, i realised we don’t have a toaster or a microwave So i decided to make do with the stove
“How many do you want, baby? I think i only want half.” “I want one to myself!” “Okay okay… then i’ll have one too i guess.”
So i heated two up and handed the plate to him before going back to the kitchen Returning in anticipation to consume my pop tart, i saw…
Half a Pop Tart left on the big blue plate.
Only half a pop tart left!!
Out of two! Only half!!!
I *know* i said i only wanted half, but after you say you want only one piece, i increase my expectations to consuming one Pop Tart. One. One whole Pop Tart. I couldn’t believe he ate one and a half… what more i took the effort to heat it up Where’s the gratitude I sulked abit then submitted myself to the miserable leftover Pop Tart
“Can i have another bite please?” “What?! You ate my share and you want a bite?!” “Please… last one…”
Big brown eyes looked up at me before flickering down to my pathetic piece of pop tart I couldn’t say no to the malnourished looking white boy So i held the piece out to him He took a massive chomp leaving me…
“What was that screaming i heard?!” “Oh. That was her.” “Again? What was it this time.” “Absolutely silly and trivial, really.” “Tell me. I can forsake a minute to hear of another’s petty problems.” “Well, she wanted to make pasta, see. And she didn’t have any milk…” “What would she need milk for? You can make do without when it comes to pasta.” “Oh no, she uses that instant mix. The type where you just stir in the packet of contents with milk and water.” “The filthy cheat!” “I know.” “So then what.” “She went to borrow some milk from the neighbour downstairs…” “Who on earth borrows milk nowadays? That’s why we have the grocery store on the apartment grounds!” “Shhh dont’ interrupt!” “Sorry, go on…” “As usual, she flirted with the hot young thing downstairs…” “Ooh! I’ve seen him! He’s delish!!!” “Yes yes we all know you’ve got a crush on him. Do you want to know about the milk or not?” “Yes sorry.” “She got the milk, tripped in the lift, and started yelling the block down.” “That’s it?!” “That’s it.” “It’s just milk!” “Perhaps because it’s milk from him.” “Well it would have given her another excuse to go slut herself at his door again.” “Yes, the tart.”
Last Wednesday was the launch of brand new music magazine – Junk. Held in Laundry (KinkyPug’s most detested place), i had a quick dinner with the mai, the monky and the queen before rushing there. I rushed because SuperstarAdlin said freeflow was gonna finish at 9 >_<
Upon signing in at 8:30, i got a cute tiny mini (it was damn small la) itty bitty little button:
It was just to differentiate who was invited for the launch so that we could get the first issue for free there The fuchsia button was so cool, one of the bartenders wanted it too And because he’s so nice and always remembers my name when i took ages to find his out, i gave it to him and went pottering back to the table to ask for another one
Everyone got many many Heineken coupons! And because they all had to be redeemed by 9pm, everyone was rushing and i was wondering and wondering where to place my beer so noone would steal it It didn’t help that everyone was offering to help me finish it -_- “i dowan your help, okay” making me all paranoid Seriously la… i felt like a squirrel hiding her nuts -_-
I had seven bottles and called the mai to come and share the love
At one point i heard SuperstarAdlin saying on the mike, ” *somethingsomething*.. alcoholic fairy carrying a bucket of beer around!…*somethingsomething* “ Spoilt my cover for hiding my nuts, Adlin
Okay, truth is, Art Director Irman and Superstar/Associate Editor Adlin were talkiing to Publisher Adrian about their new baby I only have one picture of them and Adrian looks really awful in it… And any employee with a shred of brain matter knows that putting a bad picture of your ed up will result in an ass whooping. Or in the least, a joking-like telling off.
So (with my bad photoshop skills) i chucked a fairy giving Irman a flower there Doesn’t it look apt?
The Deserters…:
FYI, each issue is RM10 and with the CD, its even lagi value
“Joyce, do you. Or do you not. Know the way?”KelvinTSD asked as sternly as possible We’d already been squabbling like an old couple from the moment we met up “I know! I know okay! Turn rightttt@@!!! RIGHT!!!!” i shouted “OHMYGOD LA. YOU cannot just tell people to turn right when i’m already 2 seconds past it!!!” he screamed at me.
At least we got there right. Though it took kinda long.
“You really have to do something about your memory,” said AshleyTheMonkey “Omega 3!!!” I really want Omega-3 for Christmas “No. You need something stronger then that wei.”
“This is my fuckmobile,” POB pats his car lovingly, “But its still a virgin.”
“You know, when you said you wanted to get a snack, i thought you meant a bun or something,” GarfieldChak said, looking at the two pieces of KFC, mashed potatoes and coleslaw i carried around with me.
It *is* called KFC snack plate wut… *big innocent eyes*
Gay Media Friend is complaining about something His sexual orientation is unbeknownst to Straight Editor Friend, who goes, “You need a girl.” I grin inwardly, watching the drama unfold GMF keeps a straight (no pun intended la, i swear) face and says, “I need a lot of things.” I choke into my beer.
I was having dinner with my family and was the only one who ordered wine. Daddy: So. How much *do* you drink everyday, huh? Me: Er… one… or two glasses… Daddy: Everyday?? Me: Er… sort of *cough* yes.
Genius brother opens his mouth Nick: Not counting the weekend!
I shot him just-you-wait look Me: *mumble* Smartmouth Nick: Daddy and Mummy:
Erh, ok time to sleep. I’m done with work for the night. Smellie is up for the Morning Show already -_- Our sleeping times are so screwed up
