chaka chaka

an innocent browsing of photos. his girlfriend’s new baby niece links you back to a past you try, but can never forget.

a harem of girls who serendipitously gather at the same smoke-filled club each week, reveling in a drunken exchange of air kisses and bodily fluids.

some cocky attention whore is random online friend to your sifu…

…while sifu is cute younger brother to an adorable girl whom was supposed to make a friendly acquaintance. well, shit, that went totally awry.

someone close studied under someone closer. someone i can’t stand fucked someone else whose guts i hate.

your friends and my friend and his friend are all connected by brief, somewhat dodgy, interludes. already hazy pictures dog-eared by another year of parties and short-term memories, culminating in an unholy epiphany at the lorong mesui carpark.

a pretty girl with unbelievably long legs that stretch all the way to someone who turned green screen magic tricks. did you really ask him to show you his ink? here’s another Do Not Collect $200, Go Directly To Screaming In The Shower.

forget the phenomena: six degrees of kevin bacon bullshit; you’re living the three degrees of oh, for fuck’s sake.

a new day, a new year.  as usual my discomfiture in releasing details about private stuff (to an extent) stems from the fact that the great internetz is anything but. oh, hello spiders. did you know that bots contribute more than 80% of my traffic at any odd day of the week? yup, that’s right.

the birthday and the week leading up to it was Cowabunga! simply because there are no other words to describe it. a daily surprise countdown: little (and not-so-little) things from the person i love most in the world; the finale: a super-pariah, uber-mabuk, 我像 lambie/please speak english, drinking session with my new and old friends. no, seriously, to all those who called me lightweight, you try downing 2 pints of hoegaarden + 1 graveyard + 1 flaming lambo + 4 random shots then you walk a tightrope in your Jimmy Choos while balancing seal pups on your face. so from my vantage point, which was face-first in a puddle full of stomach acid, i saw (or rather, i would have seen it if i stayed conscious) those whom i should continue hold close. i love you guys. thanks for taking care of ‘lil ‘ol smashed me. :)

new year’s eve was bloody beetroots at life centre. @khairulnz blew us off because of the traffic that existed in his head. @hailat was probably not feeling well. and despite retiring my aching feet by 2am like an aunty, my day & night ’twas fun you obviously didn’t have on new year’s. because i’m a snob like that and the world revolves around me, not you.

and that’s all i have to say about that. that, and wannabe writers should do less writing and more salsa-ing or leg-spreading or refine their cock-sucking techniques and shut the flying fuck up.

danke, 2009. you were very good to me. /hugs

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did my blog get so fucking boring?

i experienced some road rage last night around midnight. maybe “rage” is too strong a word, perhapds it was more of road ire.

anyway, i was turning into my regular petrol station, waiting at the cross-junction for someone who, typical of about 80% of malaysian drivers, didn’t signal.

dah la lambat.

so, in the privacy and happy bubble of my car, i muttered, “fucking bitchass”.

after i turned, i saw him reversing his kancil and following me to the station. mmm. looking for trouble ni.

i bought my dunhills, all the while keeping an eye on his car in the counter reflection.

of course he wanted to know what i said. i was pretty astounded.

me (thinking): you actually lip-read “fucking bitchass”?

so, i told him to sod off nicely. i’m such a big girl now. all calmed the fuck down, and besides, captain bala said to not go looking for trouble.

LIES. I WANTED TO KICK HIS CAR. I WANTED TO PEPPER SPRAY HIS FACE. I HOPE HE GETS SYPHILIS IN THE FUCKING FACE. I HOPE HIS BLUE KANCIL CAX3069 THAT HASN’T BEEN WASHED FOR TWO YEARS WILL SPIT HIM OUT INTO A PIT OF ANGRY RACOONS.

my beloved whoopeewee is at the car hospital till the end of the week after i attempted a suicidal hairpin drift.

some indian call man in his selipar buruk and pajamas was on the scene in 5 minutes, forcing me to wave the perodua auto assist booklet around in the car like a tourette’s patient.

was so stunned, i called mr. music to ask him… who to call.

broke an axle, blew [another] rim and of course the tyre has gone back to the rubber plantation in the sky.

repairs have dented my wallet, but i’m surprisingly more upset that my baby got injured. yeah, i’ve developed an emotional attachment to my car. sue me.

i have not been able to wrap my head around why everyone finds getting their hair washed in a salon so enjoyable.

up till 2 seconds ago, this person existed only as a reflection in the mirror or a shadow in the corner of your eye. suddenly you’re both in an intimate albeit temporary relationship.

fingers are being run over your scalp. soothing strokes worked on your temples. tiny little caresses flutter over your neck. and suddenly it’s over and you just can’t bring yourself to look that someone in the eye. what? not even an introduction or a kiss goodbye?

anyhoo. i snuck off to peek-a-boo, hereby ending my self-imposed haircut celibacy (approximately 3 months), and now i have ‘good girl’ hair, which is left very much up to your interpretation of ‘good’.

blew my front passenger tire flying down the kota damansara underpass. but the kepong bak kut teh made up for it.

yippie & dawn > WH’s shitty taste buds

Peek-a-boo Tmn Tun Dr. Ismail
No. 10 , Jalan Tun Mohd Fuad 2
Taman Tun Dr. Ismail
60000 Kuala Lumpur
Tel : 03 – 7725 7286

googling brought up a few hot spots in KL:

Leo’s at Ampang Park
Keat Camera at Jalan Pudu
E-Six at Pudu Plaza
Engtong at SS2 PJ
Central Kodak Shop At Central Market

apparently kodak professional b&w 400 cn is going for approximately RM17 outside. bought mine at mid valley for RM30. sucker!

i also asked the great guitarman where he got his first rolls of kodak elitechrome ebx.

yes, i simply love everyone. you chui ah?

happiness (or a very very very close relative) is:

buying a new pair of (shiny!) shoes at RM80 off.

having an elektro party in the car, by yourself.
control yourself/take only what you need from it/a family of trees wanted/to be haunted

sending 3 rolls of film (from 3 different cameras) for developing and being able to collect them tomorrow.

buying a yummy daging double special cheese tomato (hold the sayur) and finding out it’s only si kuai wu mau (i bet the guys never giggled and said that to mr music).

now i have lapsap’s 2nd anniversary and my first yoga class (with the scary but awesome mei) to look forward to.

sights of interest amongst dilapidated crack whore alley

four thousand geeks, an internet meme as old as time itself and game OSTs

i watched the most amazing song in the world. my next life goal is to watch yasunori mitsuda perform it.

“what’s that on your bag? that’s so cute!”

“oh, this? it’s a- pokeball.”

sip. sip. sipping 8 different kinds of beer at brewarkz.

“what the hell? this isn’t wine-tasting!”

gulp. gulp. gulping 8 different kinds of beer at brewarkz.

lc-a+; moleskine; artline; <3

golly gee willickers, it’s indie street.

the address defines its price range in singapore dollars

carefully-planned, accidentally-bohemian chic. a contradiction i don’t mind.

all the while as i snapped away, i psycho’ed myself with thoughts that they might just open their eyes and turn around

by bye, singapore. see you soon.