See,Don and I were talking about certain friends and there are some people who will actually use your stuff first before you pay them back for it.

My moral of the story is :

With friends like these, you cannot ask them to help you buy

a) underwear
b) condoms
c) a dildo
d) toothbrush
e) toilet paper

This post has been x-posted to my other blog

and ranting for the sake of ranting.Mummy’s bday dinner was fun. Good Thai food, even better service and amazingly, it all came at an affordable price too. Went to Bakerzin with the penguinboyfriend to choose the cake, and I saw Black Forest cake (but my mum likes anything with coffee in it)!! Wanted to get that but he was like “are you buying it for your mother or for yourself ar?” while giving me a totally WTF look, so I took the Sumatra coffee cake lor.

Pictures will probably be up soon, but they will be under Protected Posts, as soon as I clear out my ‘baby’s memory card. Did I mention that since I’ve been back I’ve bought a lens protector (Hoya!), a display screen protector, and just 2 days ago I got a remote (aka shutter-release) control, so now cam-whoring with my ‘baby’ is easy, no more fiddling around with the self-timer on my Nikon.In case you haven’t been reading my other blog recently, well, I have been employed and am due to join the bloody rat race in 5 days time. IDREADDOTCOM.

Sure, it is a great place to work in, but I always wanted to be a tai-tai, wtf, but oh so true. Sadly, no rich lao ah pek wants to marry me *sobs*, but I think surely got at least ONE lao ah pek with no money who wants to marry me kua? *innocent look polishes halo spreads angel wings*

As the saying on small fart’s t-shirt says “FCUK IT”

Gotta make the best out of life right?

P.S: Small fart challenged the penguinboyfriend to a Counterstrike duel the other day. He told him “If you lose, you can never see my sister again.” -_____-”" Since when did I become the stakes for this, wtf man.

P.P.S: Here’s a totally unrelated photo to anything which I ranted about above.

Since the walls are very thin here (think bed squeaking when the person next to your room is getting some loving!), I can actually hear someone, whom I shall now christian as “Mofo” shouting some chinese song out at the top of his lungs in another flat’s kitchen. WTF?

And all I just want to do now is to drink my tea with laxative-properties (8 hours is all it takes.Really!), but I worry that halfway through my exam I will keep farting and running to the bathroom, only to find out that in the sheer excitement of the situation (I need to go shit NOW! and I can’t do it in front of everyone), I realise AFTER I am in the cold porcelain clutches of the toilet bowl that I did not wait for the invigilator to walk me out which meant that I just failed the whole damn paper.

Okay, what a horrible random trail of over imagination. Exams are really getting to my head and fucking with my mind.

As I was saying in my other blog , what darn good timing for me NOT to be back home in Malaysia right now *insert heavy dose of sarcasm*

But really, 5 decades of independence for Malaysia and we’re not there now to celebrate? Dayummm….

Happi 50th Birthday Malaysia.

There are lots of things to do which are seriously weighing down on my mind.

*sigh*

It’s going to be one hell of a long week and yet the time is flying like nobody’s business.

There’s no point in looking back at the past and trying to figure out why the hell fate and destiny play such cruel games. There is also no place in my life for regrets, and so I have to move on.

Yam also trying to figure out now when to haul my ass (and luggage!!) back to Malaysia.

Would you believe that I walked 45 minutes each way to the Tesco on Abbeydale Road just for the Ben & Jerry ice-cream promotion ONLY TO FIND OUT THAT IT WAS OVER? wtf.wtf.  At least I got my dose of exercise, so I ain’t really complaining. I can’t say the same about my poor legs though.

Currently listening to : Bic Runga – Sway