Early last Sunday morn at 6 30 am I was dreaming about going to the cinema when Aaron aka My Slut awoke with a massive jump I woke up and saw his terrified face in the moonlight “what is it?!” omg pontianak (ghost) “cockroach!”
He jumped up and switched on the lights I hugged my pillow sleepily on the bed I didn’t see anything “You dreaming is it.” i just wanna sleep godammit “I felt something crawling on my arm and saw something black there!” “…. you dreaming is it.” “NO.” sigh.
Suddenly we see it. Fucking hugeass killer black cockroach. In his room. Aaron jumps around going “there! there!” I sigh, put on my contact lenses And wait for it to appear again In my hand is a Rolled up newspaper provided by him
“I’m going to the bathroom” “Okay.” *waits for cockroach* “OH! THERE! HIT IT OUT!” I hit it out of the room. Oh-brave-one rushes into the room and slams the door behind him.
“I can’t go to the bathroom now….” *small voice*
I realise that no matter what race or age my ex-bfs are, they’re ALL massively terrified of cockroaches. Me? i just enjoy killing them by pouring Persil detergent on their wiggling up-side-down bodies till they die.
DIE! MOTHERFUCKA! DIE! (line stolen from mediumben)
I edited new photos. Surfed. And. I had a sudden thought of my friend Jan. I met Jan when i went to Belgium for my 18th birthday. He’s a showjumper in Europe. I might put photos of my trip up one day when i’m feeling awfully free.
I wonder how he is… Haven’t heard from him in ages
So i googled him. And found this. And my oh MY… there were so many other links with him. I don’t reckon there are *any* pages of me if you typed my full name in.
MediumBen and i were in Megamall. note: The movie ‘Hungry Ghost whatever’ sucks terribly. We walked out halfway and snuck into another cinema.
“So. What do fairies eat?” “Cakes, of course.” “Cakes… So how do the fairies *make* these cakes?” “They have ovens la.” “OF COURSE.” *smacks his forehead and rolls eyes* “YaAaaa…. that’s why they’re called fairycakes.” *duh* “Are there male fairies?” “No. They’re all females. There *are* male pixies and elves of course.” “I see… so how do the fairies reproduce?” *pause* “They appear from flowers…” *starts laughing uncontrollably”
My holidays have started. Hence my wonderfully short/non-existant posts on weekends. Two bits of news have captured my attention wholly last week. Usually i read news with an air of nonchalance. This time not. * The massacre in Russia
On a jollier turnaround, here are happy, *indeed they are!* pictures from Ghetto Heaven in Zouk last Thursday…
On Friday night. I didn’t know where to go. It seemed everyone was going all over the place. My slut wanted to drink beer in Cristros (me no fancy) so i ran off to party with JasonNainAzrinChoonHooiKhairul in Rush.
Remember how i hate Rush?
I still do.
But it’s the company that counts ey.
Jason and i are childhood friends. He’s Jessica’s older brother. She’s the one i went up with to Mt. Kinabalu remember?
Anyway, i remember being 10, running all over the neighbourhood and hiding in the filthiest places like the drain just so we wouldn’t get caught (playing catch). It didn’t matter there was water in the drain. It didn’t matter we had to grip on moss getting in and out. It didn’t matter if we scraped our knees on the sides. It didn’t matter if the kitchen window above suddenly decided to have day-old gravy thrown out. All that mattered was that we would win.
And now. Our activities involve alcohol instead. I just discovered Jason is more alcoholic than me. Really. No. Really.
