Newsflash for Kinkybluefairy clan!
Singer/songwriter/owner of sexy lips/all around sweet guy - RezaSexyGrin aka Reza Salleh has been snapped up by young aspiring actress.
Very sorry to the Reza Salleh Fan Club.
I can almost hear sighs from chicks all around KL as they read this.
God i can’t stop laughing as i’m posting this.
I guess all you can do now is be a fan on his Facebook page.
We reached Genting at 1:45pm and went straight to pick up our press passes before checking in.
Damn. First World really has to do something about their work speed man.
KennySia smsed me it took him half an hour just to get his room keys.
SarChan and i took 45 minutes.
She’s at the red carpet area now, whereas i’m in the press room waiting for things to take off.
ClaudiaOnCrack aka Claudia Low is next to me right now.
Did i mention how much i LOVE CLAUDIA?
Like, really really love?
Cos she managed to work it and get us passes to the show as well as the MTV after party.
Claudia Low. Is. The. Woman. Of. The. Day.
That’s what someone said to me just now.
And yes, maybe i’m overdoing it.
But nah.
I don’t think i’d die.
Work would never hurt someone.
Okay fine.
I’m being bitter because after constant work, i went out to have a few drinks (for work purposes too)
The EDC event
The Stylo one at Hilton KL
And halfway through i got a call - “What’s —- for ———-”
“……… I have to refer to my notes right now for that.”
“Well, i need it right now.”
“Okay.” *it was midnight*
So i left.
-_-
I’m becoming a prostitute to my work.
I dragged myself to work and because i felt like i was going to get sick, i wrapped two scarves around myself at my desk.
By 4pm, it felt like 1pm.
Because it was all, “OH MY GOD. Where did the day go? It’s 4 already?!”
After a meeting with Paolo, i rested the side of my head on my moleskine.
“I can’t believe its only Wednesday,” he sighed, “It feels like a week has passed!”
“Paolo… it’s Tuesday.”
“Oh my god.”
Then I had to go for the Chelsea Vs Selangor match at Shah Alam Stadium for work.
The Football Gods must be throwing back all the vengeance i’ve lashed out at them over the course of my life, as it was a grueling journey just to get there - a 2-hour jam.
SarChan and i chatted nonsense in the car.
We sang to Alphabeat.
We thought how nice it would be if we could organize a girlie club night.
We cursed at all the kiasu drivers coming within two inches of my car trying to cut queue at the toll (while i was whispering please don’t scratch my new car please don’t scratch my new car!)
We derived a magnificent system in our heads on how to handle ass drivers on the road.
So it’s imaginary and in our head. We can dream.
Imagine if every time you wanted to report someone for being as Ass Driver, you could make a formal complaint on a website by submitting their license plate number. Of course, you’d have to submit your own license number as well, and every report against someone is a Black Mark.
And when a driver has 50 Black Marks upon his name, “His license will be pulled…” said SarChan.
“For a year.”
“No la, a bit long right… say… two months.”
“Two months is okay, one month is okay too.”
“Yeah la, one month.”
Yeah we were obviously too free and had road beef.
Okay i’m going to eat my dinner now. Yes i know it’s 1am.
i’m so annoyed, dahlah i’m so busy in office. rr’s flight was delayed, and apparently mine at night is too but i don’t even know what time and i can’t find out because i can’t get through the lines!
i’ve called five times and been on hold ten minutes listening to a stupid promotion till i gave up.
beef.
I’ve been out of action for two days cos i got hit by food poisoning late Mon night/early Tues morning.
I don’t even remember the last time i *had* food poisoning… i must’ve been in school!
“Does it hurt here?” the doctor asked pressing the right side of my stomach.
“No… a bit to the left.”
“Okay, so it’s not your appendix.”
“Oh thank God no.”
“Here?” he pressed the middle of my lower stomach.
“Yessss… ARghhhhhhhhhh. YES. (okay you can stop pressing now!!!)”
“You got food poisoning,” he stated, jotting down notes for my prescription, “I’m giving you tablets to take before eating, that should stop the pain and diarrhea.”
As he wrote it down, i thought forlornly, Damn. I wish it was cough mixture instead >.<
At first i lost weight from the ordeal, now the medication is not making me lose anything… and i feel bloated instead.
-_-
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I walked into Topshop one day, scouting for new bright bikinis to make up for my loss in bright hair.
One of the sales guys gave me a big smile as i walked past.
Uh-oh, i smiled back.
“Hey! How’ve you been 
“ he chirped.
“Good…” i slowly replied, urging my ailing memory to jump start a lil something.
Oh dammit. Who’s this. I don’t remember. But then again, i always don’t remember!
I decided to drop the game of ‘yeah i know you!’ and went, “Erm okay, i’m sorry, i don’t remember where we’ve met.”
“… I’ve seen you before, do you come here a lot?”
“Er… not to this outlet, no.”
“… Erm.”
“Did i meet you outside of here elsewhere?”
“No…”
“Oh, Okay! I thought you were saying hi cos you’re my friend’s friend that i met and i didn’t remember,” i blabbered away.
Turns out Topshop just has really friendly salespeople -_-
Joyce’s Memory - 0, World - 4398923809
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I was commenting to DarlingDhanya why Indian dudes (my friends included) like to call each other ‘Joe’ or ‘Mike’
You know, like ‘Hey, Joe, wassup la!” or ‘Mike, can you pass me that drink ar?’
“I don’t get it -_-”
“Hey, i’m* Indian and *i* don’t get it!” she exclaimed, “You know, maybe they got the ‘mate’ in Australia sounding wrong, like one Indian dude thought it’s ‘Hey Mike!’ when it’s ‘Hey mate!’ and everyone went from there!”
“Hahaha! That. Actually. Makes. Sense…”
