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…
FUCKING HELL
FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING HELL
FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!
MY FUCKING DREAMWEAVER FUCKING FAILED ON ME
WHAT THE HELLLLL
OMFG
I’ve been crapping away enthusiastically at my work for the past 4 hours. And my FUCKED UP PROGRAM FUCKING DOESN;T WORK ALL OF A SUDDEN?!!?!!???????? eargHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
*pants*
(Ten minutes after i wrote the above)
I called Aaron to bitch like hell. There was a moment of silence between us as both parties had different thoughts running through our minds. The thoughts running through *my* head were:
oh my god how now shit cannot show lecturer tomorrow what the freaking hell man arghghhhh goddamn bloody stupid program shoulda done other work then didn’t need to waste time with that shit now how gotta buy new cd to reinstall tomorrow oh my god got the brochure thing to do and the resume thing too argh no time so busy muST remember to buy cd tomorrow
… when suddenly Aaron spoke up:
“What should i wear…”
Words cannot describe my expression then.
The first sentence in my head was “ARGH THIS IS YOUR PROBLEM?!?! I HAVE BIGGER PROBLEMS THAN THAT!! YOU COULD WEAR YOUR SISTER’S PAJAMAS FOR ALL I CARE!!!”
Joyce is having a hostile Saturday so far.
My brother is a fucking genius. I’m at home at this time cos i’m doing some work and omfg, all of a sudden my Dreamweaver threatens to not work.
Wtf.
Wtff. (yes there IS a wtff)
And he managed to make it work again even after my dad had a go trying to fix it. *phew*
Even though i didn’t go out tonight, Ashley and Aaron did come over at 10 pm to have some Malibu cocktails with me 
It wasn’t planned, i swear. Aaron was already tipsy from an office drinking thang and spilt (precious) malibu on the floor, and water on his own hand. ??? I know right… how can you do that… not shy man, what more my dad was there haha.
I socialised the whole day in Hartamas. Went for lunch at Backofen with Shar and Sarah, than to (second) lunch with Aaron, Ash, Mooky and Fai in some noodle place, than to Gecko with Mary and Aaron till 6-something. omg. I’m supposed to do work. NOT crap around what AM i doing…
I went to church after that for Good Friday service. I actually paid a whole lot of attention during the 2 and a half hour service and mass. I realise that quite a bit of my opinions contradict what i’m being taught to believe. *big confused eyes* Let’s leave serious thoughts like that to myself for now.
Amazing fact:
After publicizing online my happiness and joy of acquiring a My Little Pony at the age of 20-something, other 20-something My Little Pony fans have been coming out of the closet! I received another sms today from a high school girl friend admitting *she* bought the same pony i did this year too.
You should know by now how i appreciate beautiful photography and this photographer’s work is simply marvellous.
Bonny Hakansson
I was especially touched by her photos that won Swedish Picture of the Year 2001.
I slept at 7 pm and just awoke at 10 pm from an awfully strange dream. There were so many RANDOM people throughout the whole tell-tale of my dream - Aaron, Dave, Manesh, and Johnson. Random beyond belief I would say! They were all playing different roles in the story.
It was about me… staying in a room where a little girl used to live in. She died when she was young. Her laptop was still there so i went through it and found shards of her former life left behind.
There was an ad i saw… it involved lots of little kids wearing the GIS uniforms (?!) and i was in a police car watching the whole scene. Then i saw her photographs and videos… of her friends…. I didn’t know any of them but I still have their faces in my memory.
This wasn’t the most amazing part of the dream. Throughout the past two weeks, I’ve been racking my brain for design ideas for projects that I have going on. The girl in my dream was still alive in spirit in the room. At first, I was afraid of the strange happenings in the room. I eventually got accustomed to her presence. And this is the amazing part - I dreamt she showed me artworks and websites… She would hang them above my bed and they were simply beautiful. The sites she showed me through my eyes as if it was in my sigh whichever way i turned.
Photos of Cairo courtesy of my cool dad:-
Funny conversation between me and an ex today:-
“i think she’s jealous…”
*i sit up straight* “cos i’m prettier?! *grins*
*exasperated look but grinning* “not that”
*continues* “cos i have nicer tits?!”
“no idiot! let me talk!”
Well, than the conversation veered to other uninteresting bits.
