A Bit Superficial
Taking a break from doin’ mah work. You know chill a bit, have a smoke or two. Anyway last weekend I had a really great time. Again, I broke the norm. You know the-stay
–at-home-and-do-my-work-while-waiting-for-Queer-Eye-for-the-Straight-Guy norm. I seriously needed a break from my school work and my room. The school work was getting a bit redundant while room was attacked by papers.
Saturday I went to Bangsar for Talk and Walk with Adela. (Rizal was wearing Puma loafers, Energie jeans and French Connection shirt). She showed us some of the projects done by her company. It was okay. Me and Emma had soo much fun bitching and chilling. As usual. We lepak-ed for a while at Alexis before I left for Halim’s open house in Puchong. A friend of mine picked me up and we arrived at Halim’s place around 9.15 I think. Such Huge house. Fit for a…erm Halim. Anyway I had some food lontongs, nasi lemak, u know the usual. We lepak for a while with friends who came a bit later. Eddy and Tasha (fine chick) were there Saiful and the other Eddy too. We hangout and talked and well, the usual.
(Currently listening to Verve Pipe-The Freshman)
After the open house we went out to KL. Lepak-ed at Planet dancing like there’s no tomorrow. Seriously. The last time I had so much fun was when Tom Ford was made the head of YSL Rive Gauche. That was like ages. Anyway. We danced to some rock stuff and some RnB. But as I was getting more retarded with my moves, the music ended and we lepak-ed at Malibu. Met Ben and Nuj. Gorgeous people and stuff. Had some drinks and bitching and went back to Angsana Hilir for a nap (more like hibernating if you ask me). Went back with Icky the next day to Bangi. Didn’t talk much since both were tired.
(Currently listening to Cranberries-Dream)
Arrived home. Slept and got dressed for my friends wedding reception in KL. (Rizal was wearing Giorgio Armani jacket, Energie jeans, Marks and Spencer white shirt and Marks and Spencer shoes). A bit superficial. The wedding not me. With all those soppy and superficial but nice speeches. Got people dancing and stuff. I had to down a few glasses of cocktails before I became superficial too. You’ve got to go with the flow. Lepak-lepak and danced a bit. The ballroom was turned into a mini disco with half-drunk Indian guys and Gals. A bit like a club in Bombay. With songs altered to suit the Bhangra. Went back home after talking to a half-drunk cute Indian Financer for Shell International. Tempted to go to his place and just chill and fuck the next day class. But conscience was nagging and body was tired. So going home was inevitable.
This morning woke up was shocked to death. Face was as big as Texas and body was as shitty as the inside of Indah Water’s tank. It wasn’t beautiful. Plus I had a lil breakdown a la Mariah’s the night before. So college was not an option.
(Currently listening to Kid Rock and Sheryl Crow-Picture)
Anyway, at the wedding last night I couldn’t help but feeling a sad. You know people are getting married and some have bfs and gfs. It’s a bit tiring and depressing to see all these people hanging out and holding their partners hand. I had a chat with Tasha on Sunday Morning. Told her bout my melancholic life story. How I wish I have someone to talk to and stuff. You know. Like partner or something I told her that I envy those people who can actually fight with their girlfriends or boyfriends. At least they have each other to fight with. Me? The only thing I fight with is my computer. Cursing it every time I need to render my projects. Loser huh?
–at-home-and-do-my-work-while-waiting-for-Queer-Eye-for-the-Straight-Guy norm. I seriously needed a break from my school work and my room. The school work was getting a bit redundant while room was attacked by papers.
Saturday I went to Bangsar for Talk and Walk with Adela. (Rizal was wearing Puma loafers, Energie jeans and French Connection shirt). She showed us some of the projects done by her company. It was okay. Me and Emma had soo much fun bitching and chilling. As usual. We lepak-ed for a while at Alexis before I left for Halim’s open house in Puchong. A friend of mine picked me up and we arrived at Halim’s place around 9.15 I think. Such Huge house. Fit for a…erm Halim. Anyway I had some food lontongs, nasi lemak, u know the usual. We lepak for a while with friends who came a bit later. Eddy and Tasha (fine chick) were there Saiful and the other Eddy too. We hangout and talked and well, the usual.
(Currently listening to Verve Pipe-The Freshman)
After the open house we went out to KL. Lepak-ed at Planet dancing like there’s no tomorrow. Seriously. The last time I had so much fun was when Tom Ford was made the head of YSL Rive Gauche. That was like ages. Anyway. We danced to some rock stuff and some RnB. But as I was getting more retarded with my moves, the music ended and we lepak-ed at Malibu. Met Ben and Nuj. Gorgeous people and stuff. Had some drinks and bitching and went back to Angsana Hilir for a nap (more like hibernating if you ask me). Went back with Icky the next day to Bangi. Didn’t talk much since both were tired.
(Currently listening to Cranberries-Dream)
Arrived home. Slept and got dressed for my friends wedding reception in KL. (Rizal was wearing Giorgio Armani jacket, Energie jeans, Marks and Spencer white shirt and Marks and Spencer shoes). A bit superficial. The wedding not me. With all those soppy and superficial but nice speeches. Got people dancing and stuff. I had to down a few glasses of cocktails before I became superficial too. You’ve got to go with the flow. Lepak-lepak and danced a bit. The ballroom was turned into a mini disco with half-drunk Indian guys and Gals. A bit like a club in Bombay. With songs altered to suit the Bhangra. Went back home after talking to a half-drunk cute Indian Financer for Shell International. Tempted to go to his place and just chill and fuck the next day class. But conscience was nagging and body was tired. So going home was inevitable.
This morning woke up was shocked to death. Face was as big as Texas and body was as shitty as the inside of Indah Water’s tank. It wasn’t beautiful. Plus I had a lil breakdown a la Mariah’s the night before. So college was not an option.
(Currently listening to Kid Rock and Sheryl Crow-Picture)
Anyway, at the wedding last night I couldn’t help but feeling a sad. You know people are getting married and some have bfs and gfs. It’s a bit tiring and depressing to see all these people hanging out and holding their partners hand. I had a chat with Tasha on Sunday Morning. Told her bout my melancholic life story. How I wish I have someone to talk to and stuff. You know. Like partner or something I told her that I envy those people who can actually fight with their girlfriends or boyfriends. At least they have each other to fight with. Me? The only thing I fight with is my computer. Cursing it every time I need to render my projects. Loser huh?