Today is Mooky‘s birthday!!!   This is Mooky. So if you see him on the street or 1Utama or the mamak or Nuovo grooving with the chicas, just holler ‘HAppy BirthdaY!’

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Incubus was fun fun fun! Mooky and i bought beer before the concert (not knowing that there would be beer sold there *surprise*) and i felt SO alcoholic being the only one holding a can of Heineken outside  ’tis ok cos i had more inside hee hee *glee*

I went there with Mooky, Azwin, Fai, Akhi, and some others and bumped into more ‘others’. i was thinking… a deodorant company should sponsor a rock concert. Not only that, they should also spray everyone before they enter. Hence, the stench of B.O. will be greatly reduced (hopefully) . We were standing in the middle of the crowd, and shifted to the back where we could still see. However, reminding myself that i spent 100 bucks to go for this, i had better see more than a 6cm figure in the distance. So little me and big mooky went through the crowd because obstinate moi wanted to go nearer to the stage. It was pretty tough and i went alone in the end cos i’m smaller and push through spaces easier, i just gave this pitiful lost look and pretended my friends (i was supposedly looking for) were waaaaaaay in the front so could you pls excuse me muahaha…

And so, i got near enough to see Brandon Boyd’s eyes and arm hair.

And then Joyce was happy. At one point, my head was SHMUSHED between two guys’ sweaty shoulders.  That’s when i decided to go back to Mooky and co. Extra photos taken from last week or so. My darling Ashley and me. We were stuck in the jam in KL after a joyful day of retail therapy and had an equally joyful layan diri photography session:

oh yes. i muST mention this extremely superstitious friend of mine. When he watches tv, the volume must NEVER be on ’13’ (because 13 is unlucky you idiot). Therefore, the volume levels will be from 14 and above, or 12 and below. Better YET if it’s on ‘8’. When he first told me that, i was like ‘erm okay’ and continued watching tv. I couldn’t help but notice everytime he changed the volume that it ALWAYS without fucking fail pass over ’13’. At one point, i took the remote and put it on ’13’ intentionally.

He looked so pitiful i changed it back.

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i’m doing my work and having some kind of bLOCK! *breaths in breaths out* i just went to rummage in the refrigerator.

there is ONE egg.

if i’m really bored. i shall cook it with mayonnaise (just because i have some) and watch erm SATC reruns.

i don’t think i’ll be sleeping much tonight.

Lisa just came back from a fabulous holiday in KK yesterday and she got us all presents…. guess guess! …..  … she got us…. SHOT GLASSES! muahaha…. what a PERFECT present for us!

Just now, Ashley said to me:
You know what, every entry in your blog has something to do with alcohol
Me: nO la. Where got… yester..*pauses* the day befo.. *pauses* …*looks in air really hard while thinking* wait la. i’ll go look for one entry without it and tell you.

Before that, Mooky and Ash were super disturbing me like fuck cos i needed to pee really motherpucking badly.
The kind where if you laugh, you feel like your stomach will explode from under you.
The kind where you don’t really want to tell your friends because then they’d turn up the air con and try to press your stomach.
But then you tell them cos you want them to hurry up.
You get the picture.
While i was in the bathroom i turned on the tap in a hurry and it made some cacat squirting vibrating sound against the porcelain wall and Mooky shouted from outside, “i heard you FARTING!!”

eww. how gross is that!!!!!

i felt like hitting him.
 
it’s like, guilty till proven innocent. mahai. and than you don’t reALLY want to defend yourself cos than, they’d think you’re trying so hard cos you DID fart. but than, if you don’t defend yourself at all, they then think that you’re not trying to defend yourself cos you ARE guilty.

Anyhow i dO admit if i farted. Ha. I just did the other night cos i was laughing with a guy friend about something and halfway i said ‘oops sorry i farted!’ which was really unnecessary cos he didn’t even hear it (tho i did, so i thought he did). And he gave me this really weird look like he didn’t know how to react. It was a cross between a raised eyebrow, big eyes, slightly opened mouth in shock, and trying to look okay about it.

i was quite amused.

Mostly cos it’s an expression i’ve never seen before. Whassup with guys with girls who fart anyway. They’d say it’s not natural, it’s not meant to be, it’s a turn off bla bla bla.
Well.
Girls are human too. They take shits. And they fart. And if you ever get married, you’re definitely going to be hearing some special effects. You know what. Here’s a knife. Go kill yourself if you can’t accept it.

Damn, i sure am crapping alot here. Must be the Coke. hyperhyperhyperhhyperhyper!!

Fucking hell! it’s almost 7 am. i should erm sleep soon.

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I had a tiring day. Classes, than went to klcc to take photographs of the M&E signage there for my environmental design.

As usual i took ‘extra’. i love the lighting in the corriders there. it was pretty smelly tho *ack*

and because i’m narcissistic and this is my site and you have to look at it:

This was taken by the light of the streetlamp outside my house at 1am. I was waiting for fairies at the mangoe tree. But there were none.

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i’m taking a short break from doing work now. so i want to bitch on my break.

i went to watch Beauties And The City today with Gen and Mary. i myself had heard that it’s a funny chinese flick that’s worth watching. So fine. Bring it on la, y’know. I honestly don’t mind reading subtitles tho i know my laughter is kinda lagging compared to those who can understand/hear beforehand.

But you know wHAT.  there were only subtitles for a QUARTER of the movie, i kid you not. and (duh) i don’t understand chinese at all so i was mostly stoned/staring blankly at the screen/falling asleep/thinking to myself : i don’t wanna watch chinese movies in the cinema anymore! Mary was trying to explain to me what was going on (poor her) but obviously it’s inconvenient plus noisy. joyce no likey noise in the cinema …  i’m sure it was a damn funny movie cos everyone was laughing alot. I laughed like, twice. Only. Two words that were repeating in my head the whole time: fucking hell!

But after that we went to eat at Yoshinoya and that made me all happy happy again. I’ve been crushing on yoshinoya since it opened here… i eat there at least twice a week. yea… see how easy it is to make me happy? Four surefire things to make joyce happy:
1. (first prize goes to…) Nice happy food
2. *cough* Nice happy alcohol
3. Orgasms (if you say orgasms don’t make you happy you’re such a liar)
4. Shopping (there IS such a thing as retail therapy)

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