i was proposed an offer too good to resist.
one packed-in-a-suitcase luxury class air ticket, complete with ipod/nternet/mobilephone/potatochips/kokoblackchocs access for travelling comfort.
*grin*
i’ll have your suit ready and waiting, should there be any ballooning over the next few weeks.
imissyoualready.
***
yummy home-made chilli crab dinner pictures up soon!
it's a cinch, but of the happy variety, that i'll never be able to put a finger on it.
and perhaps it isn't necessary.
because perhaps good things do come to those who wait.
i've got the best.
and that, my friends, is the story morning glory.
pardon me for being just a wee bit preoccupied.
walking on a particular cloudnine
kinda does that to you.
:)
***
and i like how
i am me
when i'm with you.
some idiot posted a taggie on a friend's blog board using my name.
let's just say it wasn't the most appropriate board to tag.
i do not appreciate frivolous pranks so bugger off.
and for crying out loud, if you wanna impersonate me, at least do it convincingly.
do i look like someone who uses shorthand text??
tsk, freakin' amateurs.
it's funny how an otherwise ordinary night can become unexpectedly
extraordinary.
***
trade secrets
that get used in all the right ways.
so maybe taking a nap at 1130pm wasn't such a hot idea. it is now 527am and i'm still bright-eyed and bushy-tailed (i've always wondered about this. bushy-tailed? sounds possum-like. or squirrel-ly. stare at the word 'squirrel' long enough and it starts to look funny). still stoked about netherland's win. van persie rocks my socks and i couldn't give two hoots if he's got (quote un-quote) "skinny muscles".
chilli padi's upstairs seating is actually quite nice. and i don't even like that place all that much. but it's the only 'mamak' place that opens till 5, so beggars can't be choosers.
pizza at e lounge was yummy, that said, service was so slow we ended up drawing all over the table and creating a huge mess/mass of loopyarrow/handtracing/smartass squiggles. i sure hope the waitress (who had a very authentic, italian way of pronouncing gamberi and salsiccia) had a good laugh reading our penned graffiti.
free pharmacy pens write nicely.
eileen leaves for good in a couple of hours. i'm not telling her, but i will cry.
if you're reading this (then yes, you'll know i cried), know that you have been one of my bestest friends here in melbbie. apart from being my met link/tram/good food guide, you've always been that strong, sane and superbly sarcastic but ohsospecial presence in my years here. you know me so well, i sometimes get a little freaked out. gonna miss you HEAPS!! thanks for being an awesomepossum of a friend. go back and rock seremban! *hugs*
doggone it. now i'm feeling all melancholic and wistful.
*sniff*
it's 6am. maybe i should stick around for sunrise.
***
she's gone and there's nothing we can do about it.
'cept get jt to sing us that stupid korean bear song over and over so we'd stop crying and smile a little.
he does it so well, by the way. especially with the actions.
bargain buys (heee… i'm happy. you're happy. i'm happy you're happy), the ultimate black vest/puffy jacket search, funky shirts with brightgiddycircles, handsome suits from satch if you have the moolah, looking good in a fedora, lovely hidden city galleries, thousand dollar bluebeadednecklaces, window shopping/drooling and sidestreetcafecoffee for two.
much welcomed company.
after three years in melbourne, it was only yesterday that i managed to take a good walk about the city to explore the little lanes and roads. and what treasures i was introduced to!
thank you.
trust the archi hero to know where's where and what's what.
:)
***
the nitwit upstairs is at it again with his stupid diy hammerings and what not.
wanted to paste a post it on his door, but decided to throw being polite and demure out the window (actually, the lift wouldn't let me go up. you've got to do the buzzing action thingy from downstairs).
so…
i've decided to fight fire with fire.
an extra loud dose of anberlin, some jimmy eat world, perhaps, and to top it off, a dash of breaking banjamin - electric guitars, smashing drums and pumped-up bass.
bring it on.
i'll show you what noise is.
nyeheheh…
the fascinating thing about soundtracks that play like | call it in the air | can you taste the feel good drag? | with you everything's alright | it's the falling which makes for secretsmiles | perhaps perhaps | now enjoy the ride and breathe in salty skies/smokey dreams | "i'll be here when you wake" | and we float like embers.
***
puhhhshaw thbbbppptt.
england paraguay match was so boring it nearly sucked my eyeballs out. the winning eleven match the guys played after was five times more intense.
seriously.
***
looks like good ol' pj is getting an upgrade.
from town to city, aye?
good.
at least i can now give a proper answer to my non-malaysian mates. i got tired of explaining the whole kl-is-the-capital-but-yada-yada caboodle, so my stock reply has always been that i come from the suburbs.
how odd is that calling pj a 'burb.
so there we were trying to swagger our way into theelephant&wheelbarrow, foolishly thinking that huge dave The Kiwi would pave our path through.
he happily waltzed his six foot, new zealander ang moh frame in.
while the rest of us asians got stopped for an i.d. check. (we’re all LEGAL lah)
sigh.
on an up note, malaysian driver’s license does get you in.
world cup fever shmever.
opening was blah (though a certain somebody was mighty impressed by the floating women in their baloon skirts. i told him it was magic. think happy thoughts and you can fly too!). germany costa rica match was even more blah. but i enjoyed the shiung-rohan commentary through out. the way they were going on, you’d have thought they were world class soccer coaches (”run, you wuss-butt!” with dave piping out ”get one!” in the background at random intervals)
the company was good, so that more than made up for cheesy ceremonies and slacker soccer skills.
nothing like a bunch of good friends huddled together amidst a plethora of blankets, bean bags, jelly bellies&gummies, hothot tea and maggi mee to make your living room look, well, lived in. i like.
i’d post up pictures, but i’m saving those for a blackmail day.
teehee.
*i know something you don’t know (repeats twice while doing the banana dance)*
shiung is off to germany today. i asked him to pack me in his suitcase. he said he’d send me a postcard.
pfffft. if the postcard comes attached with a flight ticket, then maybe yeh?
have an awesome time you!! :) achtung, sauerkraut and umm… all that jazz.
***
happy birthday to wk!
you know how much i love your inane quirkiness, our cool trivia-ish, yet illuminating conversations and chill out, hang out, catch up sessions (sounds like tolak, masuk, picit)
have a good one!! *hugs all around*
reach for the bait
and i rest my case.
tsk.
***
turn, shift, smile
bits and pieces (but pleasant).
framed in the back
a little to the left
and i see
what i've always wanted to see.
it's the rawness and newness which leaves me
breathless.
under the bright/shaded light
amidst the cacophony/quiet
i capture more and more.
sit back a while, till you step to the mike.
non-stop
extended play.
how you just kinda rock my socks.
***
these are the best days of my life
here in the summer/autumn/winter of oh six.
not quite the original bryan adams, but you get the picture.
i'm so thankful for the past year. and especially grateful for leaving the things that would have completely eroded me. old friends whom i bump into constantly tell me how happy i look now, and i love knowing exactly why and where this joy comes from.
You/you (and you, and you)
sometimes, you just got to step outta the door
and take a walk on the sunny side of the street.
***
academia finito
It is finished.
OH MY GOODNESS I AM DONE WITH UNI!!!
OH MY GOODNESS I AM DONE WITH ALL THINGS ACADEMIC!!!
excuse me while i take a hysterical breather.
as of this moment, i've got…lesse…hrm hrm…about five hundred words or so left to go for The Last Essay.
oh, if i could skip i would.
'cept that the confounded ankle is acting up again.
it has been an extremely productive day, workwise, so i am going to treat myself to a movie with me posse.
i can smell freedom! smell it smell it smell it!!
mmmmmmmmmmmmm…………
rawking rawr.
see? i can gloat too. so what if someone just spent the whole day at chaddy, giving in to those evil retail sale devils and just had to tell me.
:)
aiyah, you're still the kena sabo berkali kali boy.
buahaha…
***
i wanna go for death cab.
:(
PL, buy me a t-shirt.
i can at least pretend i went, right?
