chaka chaka

i’m so excited with every glimpse of the cupcake, donut, eclair, and frozen yoghurt in the back.

JT in his all-seeing wisdom mentioned that people would judge me by virtue of y’know, me seeing him. us seeing each other. and all that jazz. i scoffed, but of course he’s right.

and it isn’t a bad thing, mind you. it helps me sift through the masses, to figure out who is friend or foe. or less melodramatically, who might be a regular joe and who is a mindless cretin.

it’s so sad that the signs have been there all the while but i chose to ignore them, you cretin.

may this be the last i speak of JT, here or elsewhere. i’m locking it away from your judging eyes stupid faces.

p/s i don’t need someone to “educate” me on who w+k is, ffs.

manjacat seems to be settling in just fine. the first week, i cooped her in and we main mata in my room 24/7. the other two kitties – the mistress and the panther – have mixed feelings about her.

peggy is still trying desperately to be friends: rubbing noses, flopping down 2 centimetres in front of manjacat and generally being pleasant and amiable (the exact opposite of how she treats her people).

ebony is a holy black terror. growling like a fighter jet engine, scratching big tufts of fur from the mistress, slamming herself into my door trying to… eat manjacat.

my kitty has settled in the middle of this terribly complicated cat ecosystem, found a nice sleeping spot under the sofa upstairs and won JT’s heart and mine.

thankfully, i’m not terribly freaked by the lizards manjacat constantly brings home for me, and i can’t stress how much i enjoy having a purring cat-pillow to hug to sleep at night.

thanks, lains & liy. :)

QOTD (without any context):
i mean… we have cats together!

it’s been two years since i’ve last dropped to my knees, begging ming for my not-so-semi-regular haircuts and now bombshell is back. as flashy fabulous as ever.

his 1/250 second reaction to my laggy blackberry shutter pose.

the place is lovely and the wallpaper from the old place makes me feel so at home. so the line-up is now ming (wah, i know the boss of bombshell), gary and amenda and you can follow them on twitter @its_bombshell or just call them for an appointment.

Bombshell
0126576569 (gary)
0123898584 (amenda)
0126581790 (ming)

QOTD:
i’m a swallower. i’m a vacuum.
i eat everything on the plate and then i clean the utensils.

manja ugly (i didn’t name her btw) adpoted from @lainie and @liy

am reminded again of how badly the blackberry camera sucks.

i weep at the irony of being broke, now.

when i started as a wee green grasshopper, taking home a tenth (i wish) of what i’m making now, i had oodles of cash to splurge around on unnecessary things like nintendos and shark pouches and cow-printed shite. i could also drink myself senseless and cab home later like a rawkstar. that’s right, bitches. nothing but teksi premium for me.

now so many things stand between me and that short-lived glow obtained only from purchasing useless shiny stuff. and shoes. things like insurance, phone bills, car instalments & servicing, taxes and the other mundane yet terrifically important stuff.

i guess with adulthood comes more than just imagined laughter lines and crow’s feet.

semi-regular girls’ night outing took us to subang parade (fyi it was the shopping mall to be before the parking death traps sunway pyramid, one utama, mid valley and pavilion) in search of some xtra-small baju raya.

i’ve never owned my own baju anything. a hari raya tradition of mine is to arrive at baby’s house on the night of the first day half naked (a pair of hot pants and a tank top, which will earn me a spanking from mima), streak past her house guests and plonk myself into her lovely outfits.

surprise surprise, i bought a yellow (YELLOW!) kebaya for RM200, which the girls assure me is the standard peak season price. looking at the delicate fabric and intricate handiwork, i’m not surprised at how much it costs. but why is the one-piece kain sarung the same price? tsk.

bbm’ed JT a photo of myself in full regalia. he said i look so un-malay, the assumption will be that i’m malaccan. my supposed heritage mah, hon.

according to my guru, amcorp stocks some affordable kains. so i guess that’s where the next girls’ night will be ;)

update wtf:
kain: amcorp – RM49, subang parade RM199.90
kerongsang (brooch): amcorp – RM25, subang parade RM120

small veins will be the death of me.

lemon chamomile. or potpourri. same difference.

if i had to stop smoking to keep my complexion, i wou- oh, ya right.