The dentist says
my teeth are moving awfully fast. Which is good - i will have perfect teeth soon! In fact, i actually admire them in the mirror now, i’m so fucking vain. The bad part - “hrmm. you have weak teeth. Better up your calcium intake.” How come nobody EVER says “hrmm.. Better up your alcohol intake.”

This is so depressing. I just got my braces tightened today. And the pain only started to kick in now.

Now.

When i’m hungry.

I tried eating an egg tart.
I can’t even chew a crumb.

And you know how it is… the more you can’t do something.
THE MORE YOU WANT IT.

Well. I’m pacifying myself with a stolen glass of Merlot. From Daddy’s birthday bottle *tee*hee*

Ooh. The wine is kicking in, i think. I’m happy again.

Pics from another day…

I’m so good at forgetting about pictures i took. Prollie cos i take so many.

Then i went to Dome’s to have dinner with some friends from high school.

My Harboured Grudge Against Y. So

I hate people littering. Especially here in kl, i see TONS of people throwing things everywhere - tissue, ciggie boxes, plastic bags even. Everytime i bear witness to one of these acts, obscene words fly out of my mouth automatically.

Is it so damn difficult to throw something in the dustbin?
No.
Even if i can’t find one, i always chuck my sweet wrappers in my bag till i get home. My friends are used to my eccentric behaviour by now. Apparently i’m very environmental-friendly when i’m drunk as well. I wouldn’t let them throw vomit-infused tissue paper at the side on the road in kl.

Another subject i get really worked up about is recycling. Honestly. It’s not that hard to put all the paper into a separate bag when you’re cleaning your house. And when i think of all the rubbish collecting into a hill, my heart physically feels heavy.

Okay, okay, back to the title of the story.

At Aaron’s birthday bbq, i wanted to get all the plastic bottles together to recycle. I mean, there were like SEVEN big bottles = alot of space. But no. Y.So said there was no use because there is a specific machine to separate our garbage. So our recycling efforts are actually in vain. And i’m just wasting my time. We argued and argued. And he was SO BLOODY insistent cos he watched it on Discovery Channel bla bla bla.

And it was so unfair! His friends (inclucing my traitor slut) kept throwing me points on why i shouldn’t bother. So fine. I believed his story on that magic machine.

I couldn’t forget about it and asked Daddy (who’s an environmental consultant) what happens to our garbage.

Y.So,
Malaysia does NOT have the budget for this kind of activity yet.
In fact, we don’t even compress our garbage.
Now everytime i see you, i think of those seven bottles.
And get all pissy inside.