I have to STOP visiting Ash in her shop. I keep on attaining new jewelery. I have loads of fantastic new accs thanks to her… In fact, i just came home from there to custom-make a black bracelet (to match my hair).
I know.
I keep on looking at black things to match my black hair. As if i wasn’t born with it.
Slap me pls.
Suddenly i thought of MediumBen when i typed the line above. I know he would just gesture with his hand and say, “Come. With pleasure.”
The only thing not medium about Ben is his vanity.
We were playing with the beads like 5-year-olds. I won’t let on why Ash chucked a fish next to my name. I’m sure Mukati knows tho.
and thought of Fai too ๐
Ash made these. They’re made of sandstone and have little precious sparkles in them ooh la la…
After years of dyeing my hair numerous colours like bright red&black, dark red, pink red, purple, orange brown, light brown, dark brown, red brown, and blonde…
I decided to go back to black. I’m not used to it at all. I keep on admiring myself in the mirror. Well, more than usual anyway.
I reckon i look like an Emily (The Strange) Or a vampire.
“Wow. I look so evil with black hair.” “…Friend. It’s not the black hair that makes you evil ok.” – MediumBen
Idiot.
Sepang on Sat
I reckon i will be blogging much less cos i’m working from next week. I had prepared my Caribbean herbal tea for the rave. Got too sloshed…
Oh wait. I was sloshed just nice. Then i had too much whiskey with Jason The Alcoholic. Who the heck opens a bottle in a rave?? *thinks* Okay, that’s cos he doesn’t take foreign substances. So, actually, i prefer that heh ๐
Following three pics courtesy of Chris Cropping slash editing : me me me
This is where i start forgetting what happened.
And then i passed out. I know right.
Double-yoo
Tee
Eff!!!
*#@!
Anyway. I woke up. In time to feng to Anne Savage. Then we went to eat dim sum.
I wasn’t sleepy, heck i had a nap in the rave -_- Neither was My Slut just yet. So we sat in the park near my house and talked cock. Till the sun rose too high. And we couldn’t take the morning heat.
Rudy turns twenty today. Rudy is great. Rudy supports my quest to see a fairy. Rudy doesn’t mind me being alco. Rudy talks fast, i like. Rudy has been a fabulous friend. Rudy, i hope you have a great birthday.
MUAX**
We’re Gorgeous
This was while working for an event last week. The one where i got annoyed whilst taking photographs of aunties…
photos entirely unedited
As i was walking into Zouk on Thurs night, there were a gaggle of tall girls in front of me. (ok fine, i’m short, so basically everyone *is* taller than me). You know how Zouk uses the blueuvlightshit to view your chop right? Well. I heard the line of the night from one of those girls.
After the Zouk fella pressed the chop firmly to her hand, she shrieked loudly
“Why got nothing wan?!?!”
I didn’t know whether to smack her, slit my own throat or fall down laughing.
Why got nothing… cos you obviously don’t go clubbing la. walau. dare to shriek so loud, somemore all your friends damn far away. noT shy…!
A good friend of mine did something amazing on the same night. He shall remain anonymous as this is rather embarrasing and bimbotic.
Let’s make this more interesting. If you can answer the following real-life question, i’ll give you a Little Pony. I swear on all fairies in europe.
How the hell did my friend manage to lock his car keys in the car while the engine is still running?
I know. When i heard this. I laughed. I was flabbergasted. I had so many nasty lines in my head to throw him.
So faster… guess away!
Terms&Conditions apply 1. You must not have any relation whatsoever to the person mentioned. 2. You cannot be someone who clubs with me and knows that person.
I’m going for the rave tonight. No prizes for guessing what caribbean foreign substance i shall be chucking into my body later. I brought home a bottle of Malibu that has been boarding in My Slut’s room for two weeks. As we walked towards his car in the hot sun, I cradled the bottle in my arms crooning, “My baby….” Realised neighbours were staring at me. And stopped.
I’m watching M’sian Idol now. Hmm… i almost never catch it. Just so happens i’m at home now.
I shall vote for Jac. I think she has a great voice.
Though i fancy Dina’s attitude. She makes me grin watching tv.
But this is bout the singing ey.
:: edit ::
ok i think Jac will win. Her singing is fantastic. Whenever i see her dressing, i’m like wow fucking nice… where did she get that man… that stiff olive green dress is aMAZING When i see Dina’s dressing. My thoughts are What. The. Fuck. Is. She. Wearing. Bad style, bad colour, bad cut for her body type, badbadBAD!!!
Okay. Maybe its cos she’s from Johore… But they have Vogue in Johore, surely!
Alright, enough time spent sitting on the sofa with my family. Oh look, it’s almost 11… just the right time fairies go out to play.
I scolded My Slut halfway sleeping last night. I must’ve been dreaming. Oh well. It isn’t as bad as when he boxed me so nvmind.
I just had breakfast. 2 sausages with black pepper sprinkled on A toasted milk bun with melted butter.
The important thing is, you MUST spread the butter the second you take it out the toaster… so that the butter melts into the bread *heaven*
And milk… with malibu. I was pouring the cold milk into a glass and thought, “why not?” Malibu goes great with mango lassi and the texture is about the same. So i dunked in some Malibu… and it tasted awesome.
So listen to me. The great way to start your day is with milk & malibu.
Confirmed the happiness will last till some woman driver bangs you from behind on the way to work @ your boss kenas you for something you weren’t in 100% fault for.
And another thing is… it looks so harmless. It’s milk. Milk is good. Milk is full of calcium for your bones. Chances are your colleagues won’t even get a sniff of it.
