Mouse over, you’ll reach Glutter – looks @Yan – it seems you and i had some kind of a similar weekend of intense cerebral activity – lady, i want to meet you. not kiddin -
song in my head: Dean Martin’s ‘INNAMORATA’
Have fun you guys! I’m gonna be in KLIA away from you normal normal people – come my lady come come my lady, be my kupu-kupu, gula bebeh!
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Categories: Queer Prop Fiction
i am not happy!!!!
and dont tell me life’s not fair.
dont tell me so who’s happy?
cause i know all dat shit – i know
i just wanna know why am i not happy –
quote me: “the multitudes of monotony is mindnumbing me -”
i want my mummy…
Categories: when the shit hits the fan
I love elaine –
a gweilo from prudent1aL life insurance and his employee was having coffee at Paradise at the table behind us; drilling pep talks a-la ‘whatdrivesyouwhatturnsyouonwhydoyouwantosellinsurance’ somewhere along the drill he says ‘checkoutthatchickherboobspoppingoutofherseams’ – He was transfixed by the globes of my assets, undressing me with his leery leer since lunchtime – and now followed me back to Paradise for a sequel – Ewww! go back home to yr country you redneck idiot!
what can i say – thank god im deaf?
when he repeated the lines again, elaine turned around and said really loudly daLoudGirl she is – ‘you’re lucky she’s deaf, i think i’ll better sit there’ – she scooted to block his view so my assets won’t be ‘diverting’ his attention from his subserviant sycophantic asian servile servant – See why i love elaine? i love elaine. i love my boobs too. Funny enough, i was wearing a long sleeved button up shirt and the only button that was undone was the one at the collar – people are obsessed with my breast.
i kid you not
whats it bridget? i shall repeat what i said few years earlier at the tempurung beach party ‘i’m going to have it reduced’ – obviously all the weight loss, gym regime and healthy eatin – helped none. People still talk to my breast, they dance with it, they make jokes about it – me the person would fade into the woodwork – reminds me of what my brother says of the gorgeous chick whose name is synonimous with the subject Barry Manilow’s song Copacopana – ‘breasts and legs’ – ALL DEM people they intelligently tell me to wear support bra for when i go jogging – i want to see you go jogging with boobs like this – binded in support not breathable and lung restricting –
i normally just smile and say what ppl say: hey you got it, you flaunt it. Unsurprisingly, my breast always gets me what i want – toi the opportunist deemed the Queen of Panorama when he knighted me.
so i will!
SEE YOU ALL AT GHETTO HEAVEN TONIGHT!!! This chick wants to party! I’ll talk to you if you talk to me – and not to my boobs – its irresponsive to your excitedness – grins -
Categories: me me ME!
Ah you know the last time i went to Mambo Jumbo @Velvet Underground, I was clad in spandexed whites stomping on the podium spinning my head with Belinda Carlyle and her runaway horses – Ooh, Baby hold on tight! I sneaked out past midnight today – cause sometimes a girl just want to go out and party sans hanger ons, friends and tongue-wagging admirers and let loose in front of gorgeous thirtysomethings (plastics and models et-al!) – and best of all – the hefty podium bouncer welcomed me & like the gentleman he is, took my hands and assisted me back up where i naturally belong – la podium – greased lightning and great balls of fire, i tell you! Oh how i miss dancing, especially when i dont get a lot of chance to come weekend! Girls why do you always control-cool when you dance? i love a chick who is not afraid of making a few mistakes on the dance floor – after all, why dance so generically like EVERYONELSE? You dont want to blend in the crowd you want to STAND out! And i always want to stand out – cause i know – i look goooood! ShimmysoSexy is not so seksa to me – ya gotta groove some silly moves – shashays are for ghetto heaven – at MamboJumbo, your eyelined smokyblues get misted with nostalgia, shoulder pads-a-la Debbie Gibson – Kylie Belinda David Lee Roth Simon Le Bon Grace Slick GRACE JONES! Dexys Midnight Runners Duran Duran Tears For Fear Sonia Sonia Sonia – GIA MARIA CARANGI (okay, she doesnt sing but she is the epitome of life2me! live – beautiful, die – young)-
This chick got home at 2pm – luxuriate in a bath salted tub scrubbing the night off my fading-tan- up at 6am – then marched on to work….
not without noticing – illegally posted printed medias on THE RETURN OF ANWAR IBRAHIM this SUNDAY at 10AM – well i’m definitely going to be there but its only cause i have to be there its part of my WAP (Work Action Plan) for the upcoming project at our dear international airport. I’m anticipating collosal crowd, press and protestors. Just don’t cram one thousand human being inside the back of a legal-enforcement truck, keh? dowanna suffocate not now not ever not since my life’s going swimmingly –
Categories: me me ME!
“why date someone you don’t like just because you’re too afraid to commit suicide?”
i quoted this in january this year – laughs – life’s so funny how it twists in ways you make it to – destiny is in your hands, nothing is pre-destined pre-packaged or pre-anything – everything is always planned the way it was meant to come out as – Got new dior eyeglass yesterday – purely for vanity purpose – my boss likes. muahahahaha… so who’s lunchin with me these days? call me if yr near by, i’m at d’sara intan –
Categories: quote of the day
But you know that I’ll forgive you – Just this once, twice, forever – ‘cos, baby, you could drag me to hell and back – Just as long as we’re together - and you do. —>I don’t want your freedom, I don’t want to play around – I don’t want nobody, baby, part time love just brings me down – I don’t need your freedom, girl, all I want right now is
you…
Categories: Uncategorized
Somebody called me a dreamer. I can’t be fucked. Correction – I did a tiny survey on it. For those who knows me so well – could either be politely answering my question or telling me truthfully – that I’m not a dreamer. Truthfully – these of those I asked – can’t be fucked about being polite, we’re just too comfortable with each other to care for ethical niceness. I’m raging in a dilemma that prompts me to question my mere existence; and that is something I couldn’t be fucked about before. Why do I bother? It’s true – I lost them the people I consider my friends. Not only because of this awesome mind-blowing situation I am in but also because of this awesome mind-blowing job I just started on. The whole world is disappointed in my sudden lack of interest, refusing to grasp why I can’t make time – and these same people are also those who pushed, encouraged and applaud my apparent (but mildly irritated with my delayed) independence. Like the song – nothing’s fine, I’m torn -
Yes, it’s what I’ve been doing anyway – make people happy – but all I want to be is happy but I’m not because the people around me are not satisfied with me now, nor were they before. At the end of the day, I’m back in my room – strumming different cover songs every night – satisfied that I get along well with my boss and my colleagues.
So I’ll let you disbelieve me, I’ll let you call me a dreamer – because in the end, your dissatisfaction for me would have torn my faith in our friendship to shreds and push me to form new ones. I don’t need this right now. What I need is to be selfish about my time – and if you seek my social intimacy, you’ll have to pray the day I grace you with my presence or die trying.
The ones that I appreciate most as Jackie puts it well are friends who are aloof. Friends who understand the quantum physics of quality time. Friends who lets you breathe when you want to, friends who understand when you say fuck off because they know you need time alone, friends you can depend on for grounded sound advices, friends who when you don’t meet its okay but when you do, you have the time of your life. Friends you don’t have to meet everyday to nourish the attention-junkie you are, Friends who don’t sulk when you go back home for holiday and ‘oh kau balik tidak panggil ya?’ – I assure you I will not be offended if you come down to KL and not call me because I just don’t expect you to have time for me – so cut the crap, stop sulking and gwoowwwup darlin – mWaH!
Categories: me me ME!
a.m stunner: bangun pagi auto-on Ronny Jordan ‘the morning after’ gosok gigi cuci muka salin baju… baked french toasts dull boh tea hang the laundry stir the housemates daily OJ doses keys car keys hit da road – mix FM booming seemingly stale R&B groves from last weekend’s madness – i want bananaramaaaaaaa –
morning drone: discover the world dateline timeline PA system press release buntings plasma tv flash video redemption counters five by twos PPM & MACP MC London Paris Kuala Lumpur Gaya Mutu Keunggulan layout sponsors printers invites staff internal(heart) turbulence minister administer pure simple psychoses –
evening fun: olive oil tossed bowtie pasta roasted garlic diced almond sliced pork frankfurts buttered zucchinis dash of honey cayenne oregano parsley rosemary and basil garlic bread grated bitter cheese a bottle of merlot crazy housemates insane life questions candles hot oils long long bath salt fermented squeezed out purple grapes in humungous blue china a stick of green a lil tlc on digital shorts a fucking good night sleep –
If yr mine to begin with, you know i’d make yr dinner so good – life is beautiful – No dreams so far -
Categories: Current Affairs
I N T R O D U C I N G
mono lo-fi minimal モノ ロ-フィ ミニマル :: Promoting Isolation In Your Synapses
and the genius behind it ~ the ever elusive – Johnno K
Categories: Blog-a-Licious
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