Bedtime Story
Once upon a time in the city of Kuala Lumpur, there was a Rich Stingy Jerk who didn’t pay back a measly 50 ringgit to a Sweet Not-So-Rich Girl for three years. Lies of ‘i passed the money to so-and-so’ and other ways of mindless deceit were used to prolong/avoid the money being paid back. Now, it wasn’t that the Sweet Not-So-Rich girl was a chaser in asking for the money. The point was that he promised to pay back the DAY AFTER he borrowed it and he was more than capable of paying it back. Goodness knows what was so difficult about it.
So one day, the Sweet Not-So-Rich (not so sweet when hostile) Girl posted a bulletin on Friendster proclaiming the matter to everyone that knew her. Knowing how Friendster works, many of the people who read it knew him as well.
The money was paid back the very next day.
(Please bear in mind it took a Friendster bulletin to complete in one day what had been hanging for three years - ego does it all ey)
Even though the matter was over, the bulletin was forwarded on other bulletins inviting ‘Rich Stingy Jerk did that to me too!’ stories from other people as well as comments that put him down marvelously. Of course, he took it very badly. Oh poor him. *tries not to roll eyes* THAN, this conversation took place:-
Rich Stingy Jerk: Stupid lar her boyfriend.
Sitting-On-Fence Girl: Huh? Why blame the boyfriend for….? Nothing to do with him what!
Rich Stingy Jerk: Yes mar. The boyfriend dunno how to take care of his dog.
Wow. Fuck you man. Kurang ajar to the max after your bullshit. You’re just lucky i’m not stating names here.
note: Sweet Not-So-Rich Girl is not me. She is a friend of mine.
I feel so tired out and lethargic. My Saturday was busy running around. I was up and out at 10 am running errands, and rushing to kl cos i got suckered into helping out my college who sub-sponsored the Vmag event in Lot 10.
I had to paint nails for people. I was a manicurist. A manicurist, you say? :p
I had fun, and the music playlist was fantastic in Lot 10. It was one of the few that kept me going whole afternoon, they had Tim Deluxe *omg*… Southern Sun… Paul Johnson even. One other uplifiting point was the fashion show.
The guys were hot hot hot.
The bad thing was my back was facing the catwalk, so it was pretty obvious everytime *i* turned around to glance (seemingly) discreetly at them.
What more if you remember, i’m supposed to be concentrating on strangers’ nails.
Mtfk la.
Had a grand time eating pizza and drinking Malibu with some girl friends down from S’wak in their hotel room at night, before heading down for Tiesto.
Hearing how other ppl got in (or the non of their getting in), i reckon i was goddamn lucky. Fai had already bought tix for my friends and i so all we did was line up for 20 minutes. There were so many lines which were long and seemingly stationary, i was wondering whether going through the bitch of the crowd was gonna be worth it.
Oh HELL YEA.
I bumped into Rita, Gobi, GBK and Hon Seng who had a super place dancing and hanging out upstairs. So that’s where i stayed. I can’t believe i was partying without even glancing at the time from 11 to 3:30!! Mary and Lisa came too at about 12 (i’m guessing). Gen was one lucky bitch and managed to just WALK IN *godknowshow* without paying, wahlau.
One of my deadlines (hmm the one i just bitched about the entry before this) got extended to next monday. Ohhhh Thank My Fucking Stars…
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