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Friday, December 29, 2006

things are started off with a dream. a talk. a reality. it's too fast i can't catch my breath. and i'm not really sure if it's a good thing. need reassurances we're doing the right thing. psychedelico? u still there? or did u disappear leaving a spinning mesh cap and a puff of smoke?

holidays are over in 4.3.2.1. will i still be good? or does this coming year see tears and fears? i'm adjusting.

yeah. this entry's a bit cryptic.
Wednesday, December 20, 2006


I want to make babies with this one. Prison Break marathon has made me fall for this dear young stud. And yes, I'm willing to live a life of running from the po-lice if this stud here is running with me. yum yum.

p/s: those of you catching up with season 1 better go find some way to get season two. cos i tell ya, u are gonna be so pissed off at the ending, you cant wait to go get the next season.



"kissing a best friend is different from kissing a boyfriend"

The quote has been splitting my sides for THE longest time. Man, 16 seems so far away now. I must be really kental now and continuously still a prude cos i would never mutter those words out

what was i doing when i'm 16? erm yeah... i was trying on contacts and making goo-goo eyes at a boy too cool for school. See i had the huge pink glasses that should have never been sold to anyone under the age of a hundred (but apparently it was quite cool-looking back then) and hair that could have been mistaken for a bees nest. well you know how it would have turned out with skater boi. but u see, i'd learnt my ways and got contacts and grew my hair out so when i DID get the courage to make goo-goo eyes, i look pretty decent. So he was still clueless of my existence (as most skater boys are) but i did manage a goo-goo eye from his close friend so that was still a score.

3 years later, i snagged myself a skater boi of my own. to whom i shared my first kiss. and hopefully my last. Whom I've shared countless moments with sharing my "uncle scrooge " laughter and my amazon river full tears. my lorelai gilmore emotional baggage constantly shared and thrown around. i've shared a lot with this super-human boyfriend soulmate of mine and we've been through more than a handful of tumbling times.


I wouldn't know that kissing a boyfriend and a best friend is totally different. Cause both my boyfriend and my best friend share the same lips that i kiss each time i get.
Sunday, December 17, 2006



so it's another movie marathon since the mamas and papas are out of the picture. I guess it became a comedy central theme since the movies' were basically splitting my sides. and as usual i was the champion marathoner as all gave up by the time scary movie came on. nak baring-baring aje konon. heh heh. farni.

it wasn't as successful as the rest of the movie marathons cos the scare factor was missing (though i have to admit Another Gay Movie was scary in so many ways cos there was this guy who looked very much like the cocoa guy from starbux) plus we started real late.

it was nice. real nice to just spend numbing hours not doing anything but watching movies all the way and waking at weird times later in the day.

... oh wait. i do that everyday now! heh heh. i love the holidays.
Monday, December 11, 2006

My room is turning into a mini games-slash-bookstore. Maybe i can start charging people to come into my room and have some fun. ... ooooh that just sounds SOOO wrong.

I've resigned to my fate that I can't go out of the country this month. I'm too tired to go KL (again!) and too broke to go to Bali. I need to prioritize my expenses and the 2.2 b.o.n.u.s everyone's been raving about... well it's going somewhere necessary. sheesh... i hate thinking as an adult. it's tiring and taking the fun out of my life. But once this necessity has been sealed in 3 and a half years, I'm gonna breathe much easier. psychedelico's gonna have to wait a lil longer for me to get my act together.

Since holidaying is out of my league, I've gone into a sort of routine. 2 days of table-tennis followed by a day of monopoly, suduko and dvds and back to the 2 days of table-tennis. A not planned but so in your face physical and mental healthy lifestyle. I haven't sweat it out in ages and i tell you, it feels great. especially when I have lost 4kg after 4 days.

And you know those, mil and bradley or something commercials, where they tell you how a boardgame brings a family together blah blah blah. well it's true. and what i've learnt is that i should never be trusted with money as i have bankrupted TWICE playing monopoly. Bankrupted. I've never ever bankrupted or even made anyone bankrupt playing monopoly before but hey, when you spend thousands (of monopoly money), bought many many houses and hotels and 8 freaking hours on the game, someone's bound to get bankrupt. and that someone HAS to be ME!

5 more hours till i'm rich. don't you wish your girlfriend was rich like me

DYNAMIC DUO♥