Hedonistics Anonymous
Thursday, November 30, 2006
I like spiders as long as they don't come near me"...You're beautiful baby from the outside in
Chase your dreams but always know the road that'll lead you home again
Go on take on this old world but to me you know you will always be
My little girl..."
Tim McGraw - My Little Girl
Temperament: docile
Habitat: terrestrial, burrowing, arid
Care: beginner keepers
The Chilean Rose is one of the most common and readily available tarantulas. They are gentle, docile, and almost never strike, even when bothered.
After reading the description, I had to double check whether it was referring to a huge spider or a Golden Retriever.
On the other end of the scale, there is the King Baboon (Citharischius crawshayi).
Temperament:aggressive
Habitat: terrestrial, desert, burrowing
Care: advanced keepers
Chase your dreams but always know the road that'll lead you home again
Go on take on this old world but to me you know you will always be
My little girl..."
Tim McGraw - My Little Girl
This song can almost make me cry.
Since yesterday, I've been very very fascinated with tarantulas. Even toyed with the idea of keeping one PROVIDED I do not have to handle it at all.
Most tarantula sites on the net come with advice on which spiders are good for different levels of expertise. Take this description of a Chilean Rose (Grammostola Rosa) for example.
Most tarantula sites on the net come with advice on which spiders are good for different levels of expertise. Take this description of a Chilean Rose (Grammostola Rosa) for example.
Temperament: docileHabitat: terrestrial, burrowing, arid
Care: beginner keepers
The Chilean Rose is one of the most common and readily available tarantulas. They are gentle, docile, and almost never strike, even when bothered.
After reading the description, I had to double check whether it was referring to a huge spider or a Golden Retriever.
On the other end of the scale, there is the King Baboon (Citharischius crawshayi).
Temperament:aggressiveHabitat: terrestrial, desert, burrowing
Care: advanced keepers
The King Baboon is an impressive spider that lives deep in termite mounds in the wild. They spend most of the day in their burrows but will readily charge with fangs extended to meet any intruders. An angry King Baboon is an impressive sight.
Like a rabid Rottweiler, obviously.
I couldn't help but feel that potential boyfriends should come with tags showing handling difficulty ratings like the tarantulas. Then the innocent virgin will not end up with the hungry wolf.
My B's tag will most certainly read: "WARNING - for intermediate to advanced keepers only!"
Like a rabid Rottweiler, obviously.
I couldn't help but feel that potential boyfriends should come with tags showing handling difficulty ratings like the tarantulas. Then the innocent virgin will not end up with the hungry wolf.
My B's tag will most certainly read: "WARNING - for intermediate to advanced keepers only!"
If you're fugly and you know it, clap your hands
Is it me or do Virgos have at least ONE MAJOR ISSUE that they hold on to tightly like the gospel? My Virgo friend was diligently explaining his theory on how fugly people should never have admirers. EVER.
"She's so ugly, okay... her body's totally out of shape... her face looks like crap... still she has so many guys chasing after her!" he grumbled.
"Omg, you're so mean. What do you have against her?" I asked incredulously.
"Nothing. I've absolutely nothing against her. I just think that it's so wrong for ugly people to have so many admirers."
I rolled my eyes. "Right. You know what, if you ruled the world, all the ugly people on earth would probably die single in old folks' homes."
"Look," he said earnestly, "if you're a one, you'll end up with a one. If you're a nine, you'll end up with a nine. But if you're a one and you end up with a nine then something is seriously wrong."
MK half-laughed in disbelief. "Gosh, I can't believe I'm actually listening to this."
I nodded. "Yeah, neither can I."
I wanted to tell him that there's alot more to a lady than just a pretty face. That a kind heart, pleasant disposition and a wicked sense of humour can outdo a sexy body any day. But my lunch break was almost over and so I had to rush back to the office.
"She's so ugly, okay... her body's totally out of shape... her face looks like crap... still she has so many guys chasing after her!" he grumbled.
"Omg, you're so mean. What do you have against her?" I asked incredulously.
"Nothing. I've absolutely nothing against her. I just think that it's so wrong for ugly people to have so many admirers."
I rolled my eyes. "Right. You know what, if you ruled the world, all the ugly people on earth would probably die single in old folks' homes."
"Look," he said earnestly, "if you're a one, you'll end up with a one. If you're a nine, you'll end up with a nine. But if you're a one and you end up with a nine then something is seriously wrong."
MK half-laughed in disbelief. "Gosh, I can't believe I'm actually listening to this."
I nodded. "Yeah, neither can I."
I wanted to tell him that there's alot more to a lady than just a pretty face. That a kind heart, pleasant disposition and a wicked sense of humour can outdo a sexy body any day. But my lunch break was almost over and so I had to rush back to the office.
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Starstruck conceit
Prettyboy Alan YunMK and I went to watch Happy Feet last night at the cineplex. Coincidentally it was the premiere for Bjarne Wong's Possessed and the entire cast and crew were there.
We forced our way through the crowd until we were right in front of the stars. I was busily snapping away with my handphone while MK had a perpetual starstruck grin plastered on her face.
Amber Chia was there, and so was prettyboy Alan Yun (the guy in the pic above). Anyway, I was taking photos of Alan Yun from behind the velvet rope when he noticed and did a little cutesy dance/pose for me.
MK was thrilled but I merely rolled my eyes, tossed my head and walked off.
"OMG DID YOU SEE THAT!?! HE POSED JUST FOR YOU!!!" squealed MK.
"Yeah I saw."
"THEN WHY DIDN'T YOU TAKE HIS PICTURE?!?! WHY YOU JUST WALK AWAY LIKE THAT?!?!"
I didn't mean to walk away... it's just that my let's-play-hard-to-get reflex kicked in. It could've been any guy, not just Alan Yun, and I'll react the same way. It was kinda weird, but it felt so natural to do it at the same time.
We forced our way through the crowd until we were right in front of the stars. I was busily snapping away with my handphone while MK had a perpetual starstruck grin plastered on her face.
Amber Chia was there, and so was prettyboy Alan Yun (the guy in the pic above). Anyway, I was taking photos of Alan Yun from behind the velvet rope when he noticed and did a little cutesy dance/pose for me.
MK was thrilled but I merely rolled my eyes, tossed my head and walked off.
"OMG DID YOU SEE THAT!?! HE POSED JUST FOR YOU!!!" squealed MK.
"Yeah I saw."
"THEN WHY DIDN'T YOU TAKE HIS PICTURE?!?! WHY YOU JUST WALK AWAY LIKE THAT?!?!"
I didn't mean to walk away... it's just that my let's-play-hard-to-get reflex kicked in. It could've been any guy, not just Alan Yun, and I'll react the same way. It was kinda weird, but it felt so natural to do it at the same time.
Yesh, I know I'm very conceited. *sheepish grin*
Monday, November 27, 2006
Here comes the friendly neighbourhood quackOf late, insomnia has been hitting my mother hard again so she decided to pay her family pharmacist/drug pusher a friendly visit.
Mother: I can't sleep.
Me: Ah yes, I can see that.
Mother: You got pills?
Me: *act blur* Huh? What pills?
Mother: What else? Sleeping pills lah!
Me: Mother, please. Do I look anything like a walking sleeping pill dispenser?
Mother: Yes.
Me: Fine. No pills for you then.
Mother: Aiya, don't be like that lah... I know you have the pills!
Anyway, it's true that I didn't have any sleeping aids left in my magic box. Well, I had an olanzapine and half a strip of escitalopram but those are useless against insomnia. My darling cousin bequeathed me some of midozolam last year but they're long gone.
P/S: Cousin dearest, got anymore Dormicum?
P/S: Cousin dearest, got anymore Dormicum?
Yesterday I came home to find a box of ibuprofen lying on the kitchen counter.
Me: Whose pills are these?
Mother: Mine lorr. Since you won't help me, I had no choice but to go to the pharmacist to...
Me: WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Mother: What?
Me: Don't bluff lah. Since when was ibuprofen prescribed as a sleeping aid?
Mother: As if you know.
Me: Look, it says right here on the box - For fever and pain relief.
Mother: Oh, is it?
Me: Yes.
Mother: Aiya, you so clever. Better you go become doctor.
Sister: She's better than a doctor.
Me: Of course I am! Quick, name any illness and I'll prescribe you the cure. Guaranteed to work!
Sister: Okay! Erm... lemme see... depression!
Me: Weedkiller.
Sunday, November 26, 2006
It's a complicated web we weaveThey both sat facing each other - one short and waifishly thin in white singlet and shorts, the other decidedly Avril Lavigne-ish in a black and red Che Guevara t-shirt and faded jeans.
White singlet spoke first. "He hit me you know."
"Oh really." Emotionless.
"Look, I've got bruises." White singlet hiked her shorts up a little to reveal a large bruise on her left thigh.
"Eww."
"He's a total monster when he loses his temper."
The Avril Lavigne girl looked away. "Strange. He never laid a finger on me..." she said softly.
White singlet snorted disbelievingly. "He wouldn't dare. He probably told you some really sad story about how miserable his life is at home so that you would pity him."
They both fell silent.
"I heard he bought you a Christmas gift."
"Yeah."
"What is it?"
Avril pulled out her silver necklace from her under her collar. "This rose quartz heart pendant."
The pendant swung insolently from the chain.
White singlet smiled with angry eyes. "How nice. He never bought me anything, you know."
Avril hurriedly tucked the necklace back into her shirt collar. "I didn't ask for it, okay. He just bought it for me."
Silence again.
"Do you still love him?"
Avril looked up sharply. White singlet spoke gently but her words were laced with a million tiny poison darts. If words could kill, Avril would be lying cold on the ground by now.
"No."
"You can have him. You'll be doing me a favour. I don't want him anymore."
Avril looked uncomfortably annoyed but decided not to reply. White singlet smiled. With a dramatic toss of her head, she spoke in a low voice. "Do you know what his mother said about you?"
Avril looked away.
White singlet grinned spitefully and continued. "She said that you're a cruel and heartless woman to go after a married man with a family. And that next time when you get married, someone will come along and snatch your husband away too. Just like what you did to me."
"I didn't go after him... it was he who pursued me..." Avril protested, but it was all in vain.
Those painful words never quite went away.
White singlet spoke first. "He hit me you know."
"Oh really." Emotionless.
"Look, I've got bruises." White singlet hiked her shorts up a little to reveal a large bruise on her left thigh.
"Eww."
"He's a total monster when he loses his temper."
The Avril Lavigne girl looked away. "Strange. He never laid a finger on me..." she said softly.
White singlet snorted disbelievingly. "He wouldn't dare. He probably told you some really sad story about how miserable his life is at home so that you would pity him."
They both fell silent.
"I heard he bought you a Christmas gift."
"Yeah."
"What is it?"
Avril pulled out her silver necklace from her under her collar. "This rose quartz heart pendant."
The pendant swung insolently from the chain.
White singlet smiled with angry eyes. "How nice. He never bought me anything, you know."
Avril hurriedly tucked the necklace back into her shirt collar. "I didn't ask for it, okay. He just bought it for me."
Silence again.
"Do you still love him?"
Avril looked up sharply. White singlet spoke gently but her words were laced with a million tiny poison darts. If words could kill, Avril would be lying cold on the ground by now.
"No."
"You can have him. You'll be doing me a favour. I don't want him anymore."
Avril looked uncomfortably annoyed but decided not to reply. White singlet smiled. With a dramatic toss of her head, she spoke in a low voice. "Do you know what his mother said about you?"
Avril looked away.
White singlet grinned spitefully and continued. "She said that you're a cruel and heartless woman to go after a married man with a family. And that next time when you get married, someone will come along and snatch your husband away too. Just like what you did to me."
"I didn't go after him... it was he who pursued me..." Avril protested, but it was all in vain.
Those painful words never quite went away.
Thursday, November 23, 2006
I rawk
See this postcard?
It's mine! mine! ALL MINE!!!!!!!!
Why? Because I won it! *evil laugh*
Merv Kwok set up a contest on his blog where participants had to write captions for two postcards. My winning caption?
It's mine! mine! ALL MINE!!!!!!!!
Why? Because I won it! *evil laugh*
Merv Kwok set up a contest on his blog where participants had to write captions for two postcards. My winning caption?
Apparently I didn't win the other postcard, although I thought my caption for that postcard was alot, well, nicer.
Hehe.
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Sleep wanted
© Jeff Thomas // AzuzephreTonight: Meeting with KL associate at 8:30pm.
Thursday night: Class from 7:00pm till 9:00pm. Drinks with friends after that.
Friday night: Company's annual dinner. Drinks with friends after that.
Saturday night: Either EPL or DiGi Youth Blast event.
Sunday night: EPL
And I wonder why I take forever to haul myself out of bed every morning.
My best friend in the office starts with a C, ends with an E, and rhymes with toffee.
Sunday, November 19, 2006
Of old flames, sexy pieces, marriage, and jogo bonitoThe Dance Fiesta held at Merdeka Palace last Saturday was an interesting event. Lousy food, hot dancing girls. Thongs and I were watching the ballroom performances when I voiced my thoughts.
"It's times like these that I wish Zul was here."
Thongs eyed me incredulously. "Why?!?"
"That way I could have my own personal dance partner," I replied wistfully.
"It's times like these that I wish Zul was here."
Thongs eyed me incredulously. "Why?!?"
"That way I could have my own personal dance partner," I replied wistfully.
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Simonette Tan of www.simmy-tan.com makes the most gorgeous costume jewellery! This amazing KL girl is currently residing in Sibu and I'm so loving her creations especially her charm bracelets. Here are two of my favourites.
So pretty, right? Her pieces are quite reasonably priced too. I admire and envy artistic people who successfully make careers out of their talents.
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The current trend now is marriage. Unfortunately I don't see myself jumping on to the Ave Maria bandwagon any time soon.
Omg, why am I pondering about marriage when I don't even dare to adopt a dog in fear that it would cramp my freedom?
Tsk.
Omg, why am I pondering about marriage when I don't even dare to adopt a dog in fear that it would cramp my freedom?
Tsk.
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The Man Utd vs Sheffield match was sorrowfully entertaining. Cristiano Ronaldo ought to be lynched and burnt upside down for missing that bloody easy goal shot, that cocky sonofabitch.
I heart Everton for beating Bolton 1-0, thus securing my 30 points.
*sayang sayang Arteta*
Heh.
Chelsea vs Man Utd next week. I would've supported MU, but thanks to Ronaldo's unforgiveable fuckup, I'm so gonna sell him and root for Chelsea.
Apparently there are alot of sweet midfielders that I can buy with 10.6 million pounds.
I heart Everton for beating Bolton 1-0, thus securing my 30 points.
*sayang sayang Arteta*
Heh.
Chelsea vs Man Utd next week. I would've supported MU, but thanks to Ronaldo's unforgiveable fuckup, I'm so gonna sell him and root for Chelsea.
Apparently there are alot of sweet midfielders that I can buy with 10.6 million pounds.
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Now I pray for sunny days
My new ZeroX sunnies, endorsed by Louis Koo!
Note the pink and white striped ends.I thought they were kinda gay at first but now I'm lovin' em.
The lenses are purple and mercury-coated. Meaning that they're reflective.Thanks to my colleague, C (who took the above photos with his 02 Atom) I'm now poorer by RM100. And thanks to showoff lil me, MK is also poorer by RM100.
Three lessons learned: First, what goes around, comes around. Second, people are always suckers for bargains. Third, don't ever go shopping with persuasive shopaholics.
C blogged about me and MK's sunnies here. And his own sunnies here.
On the football front, here are my predictions for Fantasy EPL's I Know The Score for Gameweek 13.
Three lessons learned: First, what goes around, comes around. Second, people are always suckers for bargains. Third, don't ever go shopping with persuasive shopaholics.
C blogged about me and MK's sunnies here. And his own sunnies here.
On the football front, here are my predictions for Fantasy EPL's I Know The Score for Gameweek 13.
- Man City vs Fulham 1-1
- Arsenal vs Newcastle 2-0 (my instincts tell me 1-0)
- Chelsea vs West Ham 2-0 (my banker chip goes here)
- Everton vs Bolton 1-0 (I hate predicting scores for Everton matches)
- Portsmouth vs Watford 1-0
- Sheffield Utd vs Man Utd 0-3
- Reading vs Charlton 2-1
- Middlesbrough vs Liverpool 1-1 (my instincts tell me 1-0, so my insurance chip goes here)
- Wigan vs Aston Villa 2-1 (evenly matched team, both are on form, but Wigan has home advantage)
- Blackburn vs Tottenham 1-0 (Spurs suck at away matches)
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Quickie post so that I can get back to my room escape gameIt doesn't help that some of my colleagues speak with an ack-sent like my boss and whenever I hear some unMalaysian dialogue being spoken somewhere behind me, I instantly switch to panic mode.
Apparently my trouble-sensing whiskers are getting far too sensitive. I now have an advanced version fight-or-flee reflex. Meow.
On the brighter side, I've got a new pair of sunglasses and they're so pretty! Every morning I pray for sunshine so that I would have a reason to wear my sunnies while driving to work, but I'm still too shy to be seen in them outside the car.
Apparently my trouble-sensing whiskers are getting far too sensitive. I now have an advanced version fight-or-flee reflex. Meow.
On the brighter side, I've got a new pair of sunglasses and they're so pretty! Every morning I pray for sunshine so that I would have a reason to wear my sunnies while driving to work, but I'm still too shy to be seen in them outside the car.
P/S: I'm such a pro with my mascara. I can extend my eyelashes until they actually press against the lenses of my sunnies. Yay, but not quite yay also.
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Perfect imperfections"...The moment your eyes made an introduction
I felt my second violent breath of life
Flawless to the point of being godly
Yet I fell hard for your imperfections..."
Bonnie Bailey 'Ever After'
I felt my second violent breath of life
Flawless to the point of being godly
Yet I fell hard for your imperfections..."
Bonnie Bailey 'Ever After'
I guess this is the answer to whenever I come across an oddly-matched couple and wonder what the hell they see in each other.
I should know, I've been in a few they're-never-gonna-make-it relationships myself.
There are days when I feel perfect and there are days when I feel perfectly rotten. I abhor imperfections but at the same time they give me a reason to be lazy and screw up royally. I don't enjoy the fact that my courage grows in proportion to my anger. Yesterday, a lady driver cut into my lane without signalling because she was yakking on her cellphone. I pulled up slowly beside her, glared and mouthed "BITCH" clearly. Then I noticed her little boy sitting in the front seat looking at me and I felt slightly guilty for what I did.
I draw a line at giving people the finger, though. It's just wayyyyy too ahbeng for my liking.
Back to the subject of relationships.
I never like to see my friends hurt unnecessarily in a relationship. I hate it when I see injustice being done. It's extremely difficult to adopt a non-interference policy in this kind of situation and it takes a hell lot to restrain myself from verbally bashing the presumably guilty party.
"What actually do you see in him/her?"
The answer: Imperfections.
We fall hard for each other's imperfections and make them perfect in our own eyes.
I should know, I've been in a few they're-never-gonna-make-it relationships myself.
There are days when I feel perfect and there are days when I feel perfectly rotten. I abhor imperfections but at the same time they give me a reason to be lazy and screw up royally. I don't enjoy the fact that my courage grows in proportion to my anger. Yesterday, a lady driver cut into my lane without signalling because she was yakking on her cellphone. I pulled up slowly beside her, glared and mouthed "BITCH" clearly. Then I noticed her little boy sitting in the front seat looking at me and I felt slightly guilty for what I did.
I draw a line at giving people the finger, though. It's just wayyyyy too ahbeng for my liking.
Back to the subject of relationships.
I never like to see my friends hurt unnecessarily in a relationship. I hate it when I see injustice being done. It's extremely difficult to adopt a non-interference policy in this kind of situation and it takes a hell lot to restrain myself from verbally bashing the presumably guilty party.
"What actually do you see in him/her?"
The answer: Imperfections.
We fall hard for each other's imperfections and make them perfect in our own eyes.
"...You made me believe in love and not the perfect kind
A real messy beautiful twisted sunshine..."
A real messy beautiful twisted sunshine..."
Monday, November 13, 2006
Wantan meeThis morning I transfered all my meagre rainy day savings to an old friend who was stuck in KK airport. Poor Wan got his main card swallowed by the atm machine, and his other card was linked to an account with zero dollars.
20 minutes later he smsed me and told me that I didn't have to do the transfer anymore because he had a plane to catch.
E-F-F Y-O-U S-E-E K-A-Y
Wan, you sooooooo owe me two cartons of Marleys Menthol Lights from Labuan.
Snglguy, I heard ciggies are dirt cheap in the Philippines. Care to ship two cartons over? In M'sia, a pack of ciggies cost USD$1.95. And no, I haven't kicked the habit yet.
Anyway, that guy Wan was one of my closest friends when I was undergoing training at the Commercial Vehicle Licensing Board. At first I would have nothing to do with him because IMHO, he looked like an uneducated thug in his black leather jacket.
Then I found out that it was an original D&G jacket which he bought from UK. His uncle was an MP (Member of Parliament). But the nephew WAS a thug.
We became close because he was overly sociable and I was completely anti-social. In addition, I was the only Chinese in the office, which made me some sort of exotic specimen to communicate with. During the fasting month, that bugger usually sent me out to buy food and drinks for him after the third day because Muslims can get into trouble with the govt officials if they're caught eating in public. Apparently this year he broke his fasting record - one week.
Thanks to Wan, I managed to somewhat polish up my local malay language.
Wan: Oi, gi mbak cangkeh.
Me: Okay.
I walked to the kitchen. Looked around. Walked out again.
Me: Wan, what's a cangkeh?
Wan: Aduh, pompuan tok... Cangkeh is CUP! You know what is CUP?
Me: Ohhhhh...
Wan: You so funny hor? You don't know what is cangkeh but you still know where to find it.
Me: .......
Wan: Hehehehehehehe.
Me: Ahh shaddap lah.
20 minutes later he smsed me and told me that I didn't have to do the transfer anymore because he had a plane to catch.
E-F-F Y-O-U S-E-E K-A-Y
Wan, you sooooooo owe me two cartons of Marleys Menthol Lights from Labuan.
Snglguy, I heard ciggies are dirt cheap in the Philippines. Care to ship two cartons over? In M'sia, a pack of ciggies cost USD$1.95. And no, I haven't kicked the habit yet.
Anyway, that guy Wan was one of my closest friends when I was undergoing training at the Commercial Vehicle Licensing Board. At first I would have nothing to do with him because IMHO, he looked like an uneducated thug in his black leather jacket.
Then I found out that it was an original D&G jacket which he bought from UK. His uncle was an MP (Member of Parliament). But the nephew WAS a thug.
We became close because he was overly sociable and I was completely anti-social. In addition, I was the only Chinese in the office, which made me some sort of exotic specimen to communicate with. During the fasting month, that bugger usually sent me out to buy food and drinks for him after the third day because Muslims can get into trouble with the govt officials if they're caught eating in public. Apparently this year he broke his fasting record - one week.
Thanks to Wan, I managed to somewhat polish up my local malay language.
Wan: Oi, gi mbak cangkeh.
Me: Okay.
I walked to the kitchen. Looked around. Walked out again.
Me: Wan, what's a cangkeh?
Wan: Aduh, pompuan tok... Cangkeh is CUP! You know what is CUP?
Me: Ohhhhh...
Wan: You so funny hor? You don't know what is cangkeh but you still know where to find it.
Me: .......
Wan: Hehehehehehehe.
Me: Ahh shaddap lah.
Lies and consequences
I don't think I could ever marry a guy who
- is not ambitious or career-driven.
- is an alcoholic, compulsive gambler, or womanizer.
- doesn't love children or animals.
- can't speak English.
- is financially unstable.
- is not domesticated to the point of being physically handicapped.
- has zero sense of humour.
- who thinks sex is the answer to everything.
- thinks he is always right.
But most of all, I could never marry a guy who is not honest.
Omitting vital information under the pretext of 'but if I told you earlier, you'll only get upset' is pure dishonesty.
Misleading people and calling it a 'joke' is just not right. It's pure dishonesty.
Everytime I get hoodwinked, my trust level drops several notches until it finally hits cold indifference. That's when I totally don't give a shit to what you say or do because it makes no difference to me anymore.
Sometimes I envy people who see the world through unblinking, reptilian eyes.
Friday, November 10, 2006
Like a Rottweiler with a toothache. Not good."Mannnn.. you're so evil!" said MK after she read my post.
"Heh. What's new?" I grinned.
"Hmm. But you forgot one very important part."
"Huh, really? Which part?" I frowned, trying to refresh my memory.
"The part where I dragged him into the toilet and we both had a great time."
Oh yes, MK.. I might have forgotten that oh-so-very important part. Which is precisely why I'm blogging all about it now. So that I wouldn't forget. *evil grin*
"Heh. What's new?" I grinned.
"Hmm. But you forgot one very important part."
"Huh, really? Which part?" I frowned, trying to refresh my memory.
"The part where I dragged him into the toilet and we both had a great time."
Oh yes, MK.. I might have forgotten that oh-so-very important part. Which is precisely why I'm blogging all about it now. So that I wouldn't forget. *evil grin*
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I'm having a zit attack. Last night I looked in the mirror only to discover (in horror) that zit #1 has a new neighbour. Luckily zit #2 is slightly smaller than zit #1 but it's just as red. Ever noticed how zits bear an uncanny resemblance to terrorists? They pop up in the most horrifying manner when you least expect them to. I'm expecting Osama bin Pimple to show up any minute now.
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I'm having severe cravings for salmon sashimi. If I hadn't embarked on a self-imposed abstinence program, I would be very, very worried right now.
Say no to drugs. Say no to alcohol. Say no to children.
Say no to drugs. Say no to alcohol. Say no to children.
Wacky Molestation Adventure
Hello bloggie! Oh, I missed you so much.. teehee.
Drinks session at Food Garden had four of us talking about my colleague MK and her wacky molestation adventure. Apparently, she was hit on up, down, left and right by a hamsap Canadian guy sharing the same flight as her to KL.
That guy squeezed himself between MK and C (her male travelling companion).
That guy asked MK if she wanted to lean on his shoulder to sleep. When MK said no, he simply lifted up the armrest that divided the both of them.
That guy was very enthusiastic about looking out of the window. Nevermind that it was a midnight flight and outside was pitch black. But wrapping his arms around MK's waist for leverage every time he admired the nothingness outside the plane? Not good.
The final straw came when at the airport, he asked MK if she wanted to sleep next to him for warmth. "Err no, that would be far too warm..." replied MK, moving further away.
But when she woke up, she found him sleeping mere centimetres away from her body.
"Hmm, things could've been worse," I said solemnly when I heard the story.
"How?"
"Like MK could've been woken up by something really hard pressing against her asscrack."
Thongs howled with laughter.
"Or," I continued, "a really hairy hand warming her boobs."
Thongs was howling and coughing horribly at the same time.
"Imagine this... MK felt something hard against her asscrack and she starts complaining about how terrible it is to be violated, but at the same time, she's grinding her ass against his crotch, and complaining, and grinding..."
Hell yeah baby, I'm eeeevil. Heh.
Drinks session at Food Garden had four of us talking about my colleague MK and her wacky molestation adventure. Apparently, she was hit on up, down, left and right by a hamsap Canadian guy sharing the same flight as her to KL.
That guy squeezed himself between MK and C (her male travelling companion).
That guy asked MK if she wanted to lean on his shoulder to sleep. When MK said no, he simply lifted up the armrest that divided the both of them.
That guy was very enthusiastic about looking out of the window. Nevermind that it was a midnight flight and outside was pitch black. But wrapping his arms around MK's waist for leverage every time he admired the nothingness outside the plane? Not good.
The final straw came when at the airport, he asked MK if she wanted to sleep next to him for warmth. "Err no, that would be far too warm..." replied MK, moving further away.
But when she woke up, she found him sleeping mere centimetres away from her body.
"Hmm, things could've been worse," I said solemnly when I heard the story.
"How?"
"Like MK could've been woken up by something really hard pressing against her asscrack."
Thongs howled with laughter.
"Or," I continued, "a really hairy hand warming her boobs."
Thongs was howling and coughing horribly at the same time.
"Imagine this... MK felt something hard against her asscrack and she starts complaining about how terrible it is to be violated, but at the same time, she's grinding her ass against his crotch, and complaining, and grinding..."
Hell yeah baby, I'm eeeevil. Heh.
