Damn Pei

I’ve been damn pei for the past two days
Thanks to alcohol, so much for detoxing…

Thursday night drank at Laundry
Supposed to go back at midnight to do work but tak jadi…
Went home when the lights came on >_<

Friday ran around all day working gila babi

Then was the Martell event at Zeta Bar at night
I could bring a friend… but ‘cos i was so busy, i didn’t end up inviting anyone to go with in the end, and went with Deep from The Star
We always seem to go for alco events together  -_-
Hee hee, the Catcha peeps and i gorged ourselves with oysters till i actually didn’t want anymore

Was gonna hop to the Guiness event at Avenue K but after smsing ppl asking how’s the situation there, they said it was boring so we stayed on in Zeta and got really trashed

The dancers at the Martell event were amazing
A. Ma. Zing.
The ones that i’m referring to are the hip hop group.

Upon coming home, i loudly proclaimed to Smellie,
“I don’t want to go out with a DJ anymore. I want to go out with a dancer.”

Then i tipsily fell off the bed head-first and he laughed at me

Now supposed to take a road trip with MaryBerry and FoxyLisa
Just the three of us!

Like old times!

Lisa’s on the way to pick me up now
We’re running two hours late
>_<
I think Mary’s getting irritated waiting for her to do her waxing and me to get over my pei phase

Pei pei pei pei….

A year ago, KinkyPugKevin bought his First Pony!
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Kanchy

QueenKanch and i have this very special relationship
She calls me ‘Moyce’
And i call her ‘Kanchy’
They’re our pet names for each other
Nobody else can call us that except for us

I think the last time Loowee called her ‘Kanchy’, he kena marah

Anyway it was good seeing her today, going through clothes, trying not to spend money, eating Indian food
Argh, i’m just being emo cos seeing her today made me realise how much i enjoy her company since she’s in a long-distance relationship and practically married to her modem now

One day, Ash and i are going to cut your modem wire
And if your sis complains, she can come use my internet
But you’re not allowed to
HAHAHA

I’m being really fidgety now and not getting much work done
Time to fall asleep in Smellie’s arms

Paris Hilton Saved Me

Sitting at the pc, a sour smell lingered around me
Its tendrils curling and disappearing
Then coming back again

*Pooh!*

What’s that smell!?!

I ignored it.
And it tortured me till i couldn’t bear it anymore

*Pooh!!!*

The smell of socks. Sour smelly socks.
I hunted for perfume in the living room
I thought i saw a box here… where’s all the free perfume lying around the place when you need one!?
So i fetched the Paris Hilton one from the bedroom
And sprayed the entire area like a maniac

so much for fine art classes

I wonder who they belong too -_-
Now i’m not pointing fingers here
There are only three guys in the apartment (god forbid)
TL isn’t a suspect cos he’s not even in the country
Besides, TL is too clean and perfect to have smelly socks

So that leaves… Adam and Joe.

Hmm.

Exactly a year ago, i blogged bout Malaysian Idol 2
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Two years ago, my church friends proclaimed God will shoot lightning on me >_<
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Your Dosha is Vata

Creative and restless, you take in all of life’s pleasures (maybe a little too much!). You’re quick witted and very talkative, but you also tend to have a spotty memory. You tend to get very into ideas, people, and lifestyles… but only for a short time. It’s difficult to hold your attention, and you sometimes feel   with what life has to offer. With friends: You are very uncomfortable in new situations or with new people In love: You fall in and out of love very easily To achieve more balance: Live in a warm climate and spend some quiet time in nature

What’s Your Dosha?

Well it got the spotty memory bit… spot on.

Officially NonAlcoFairyDay #3

Okay, so i admit it’s killing me
I never realised i drink so much on a regular basis
Have chinese dinner, want beer
Have dinner, want wine
Chill at home, make bloody mary
Sit by myself in cafe to compile notes, order beer

So on Day #1, i occupied myself by making veggie soup
It’s so easy that a non-cook like me cannot possibly screw it up
Chuck chopped-up tomatoes, celery (lots of celery! i love celery!), carrots, onions, lettuce and chinese dates into pot with chicken stock and simmer

I got lazy after chopping a bit of celery and hopped into the bedroom to flop myself on Smellie
“Oof! How’s your soup going?”
“It’s fine… i just chopped the celery. Lazy already…”
“Oh poon!”
“Help me chop la.”
“No way. Didn’t i help enough following you buy and carry all your groceries?”

Anyway the soup turned out fine and i’m not saying that just ‘cos *i* cooked it!
Joe even ate some and he’s still alive and watching Monk so it’s FINE

I seem to have slipped into cooking nonsense to avoid making a cocktail
Stewed mushrooms with green pepper and tomato sauce to eat with celery (i know, what crap is that right.)
Attempted to fry maggi goreng and failed horribly
I meekly brought it to the boyfriend going, “It’s okay if you don’t want to eat it… it’s really horrible… probably the worst thing i’ve cooked ever.“
He stared at the yellow slush, “What. The Fuck is this…”
Me: 
Him: 

In the words of my cousin, maybe
“I’m not girlfriend material… I’m mistress material.”

My friends in the kitchen are mocking me as i fuss about

Mr Smirnoff: Oh come on, give it up already
Me: No, i’m just gonna lay it off for a while
Ms. Absolut: Honey, what’s the diff, the food you cook is atrocious
Me: Oh shut up, not like i’m asking you to eat right
Mr Smirnoff: C’monnn, bloody mary, bloody mary… tomato juice in the fridge and you know it
Me: Shut up!
Ms. Absolut: If you want us to, you could always pour us down the sink
Me: You don’t really want me to do that
Mr Smirnoff: You’re the one who keeps telling us to shut up *sniffs*
Me: Look. Next week, alright?
Mr Smirnoff: Well, stop sneaking peeks at us then
Me: I’m not sneaking peeks!
Mr Smirnoff: I see you looking! Darling, is she, or is she not looking?
Ms. Absolut: Oh she’s definitely looking alright. I see her lookin’
Me: I’m not looking! I’m not!
Mr Smirnoff: Then why are you still talking to us?
Me: I’m going crazy.

By Right, 2 ÷ 2 = 1

Feeling peckish, i reached for the box of PopTarts
We always eat them cold and i wanted it piping hot for once
Reading the instructions, i realised we don’t have a toaster or  a microwave
So i decided to make do with the stove

“How many do you want, baby? I think i only want half.”
“I want one to myself!”
“Okay okay… then i’ll have one too i guess.”

So i heated two up and handed the plate to him before going back to the kitchen
Returning in anticipation to consume my pop tart, i saw…

Half a Pop Tart left on the big blue plate.

Only half a pop tart left!!

Out of two! Only half!!!

I *know* i said i only wanted half, but after you say you want only one piece, i increase my expectations to consuming one Pop Tart.
One.
One whole Pop Tart.
I couldn’t believe he ate one and a half… what more i took the effort to heat it up
Where’s the gratitude
I sulked abit then submitted myself to the miserable leftover Pop Tart

“Can i have another bite please?”
“What?! You ate my share and you want a bite?!”
“Please… last one…”

Big brown eyes looked up at me before flickering down to my pathetic piece of pop tart
I couldn’t say no to the malnourished looking white boy
So i held the piece out to him
He took a massive chomp leaving me…

A QUARTER of a Pop Tart

I couldn’t believe it.

“Ohmygod you’re such an ass… *cry*

You’re being like Fai!!! *cry*”