It’s been awhile since I posted photos on this blog. This also means it’s been awhile since I had some fun. Well, to be honest, telling stories and publishing photos are my favourite things here on my blog.

It was Friday and Cindy planned a dinner to celebrate her start of her modeling career. Before heading towards her dinner, after submitting my work in college, I went to Empire to get her a lil’ gift. Then, as I was about to go home to change and refresh, Eddie told me he wanted to catch a movie first so I had to meet him as soon as I can. Of course, I wanted to watch Thor with him, quite desperately so, I had to (embarrassingly) refresh in the toilet of Empire. HAHA. I wet some tissues and wiped them all over my body to feel more refreshed. Thank god I brought my makeup and the clothes to wear.

I was having a headache, possibly from the lack of sleep and hunger, so it was quite frustrating that I didn’t get to go home to rest first. Frankly, I was quite mad at myself for doing work so slow that morning that it got dragged until 3pm. I was ambitiously planning to finish it by 12pm. In the end, what frustrated me the most is that I didn’t get  to wear the pashmina that I wanted on that day because it was all wrinkly when I pulled it out of my tote. So I had to settle for the scarf that I wore to college that morning. *yawnsss*

So we had our dinner at Delicious, KL. Here comes the pictures! Let’s start with food first shall we? ;p (saving the best for last, of course. haha )

Did you actually believe that? kidding! I’m actually starting with MY picture of course! HAHA. Ok, now the food.

I had some beef baocn carbonara. I know, I know, a no brainer but it was good! 😀

Eddie had Hainanese chicken chop. I think it was really good but Eddie said it's just okay. Then again, I hadn't had much of chicken chop.

So last Thursday, Cindy got a new pet. She got it at The V restaurant, where the waiter caught for her. Danang was kinda freaked out by it and Meera was even more freaked out. I was too, at first but somehow it grew on me. I’m not usually a fan of lizards especially house lizard but this one seemed pretty fascinating to me. So I called him Rango. Then Meera added Johny Rango. hahaha. Cindy’s boyfriend was away and that’s a present for him. He wanted a snake so Cindy thought a snake with legs would be the next best thing.

We didn’t know what it is so we were hoping that it would be a herbivore. But looking at it, it’s a reptile, and reptile aint no herbivore! We tried to google the species by matching the pictures and the closest we got was komodo dragon but if it’s true, it’d grow to a size of a crocodile (or almost) and then it would eat snakes. Yikes!

Anyway, when we still hadn’t google it yet, we gave rango carrot and beef and see which one it’d choose. Unfortunately rango didn’t eat anything at all until late, almost midnight time so we thought we should give rango boy something to eat. Thanks to google, we decided to catch an insect. Of all the insects, we managed to catch a spider and put it in there.

What we thought would be a gourmet meal for rango turned out to be his total nightmare! Poor Rango! 🙁

Here’s what happened, recorded.

and yeaah… we were actually doing assignment in computer lab.

Also, we tried to look for a bigger container to put rango in but we couldn’t find any at that time. So, rango got a new place only when Cindy brought it home. 🙂

Random: Had an awful oatmeal + warm water + honey for dinner. It made me nauseous with every spoon. My other option was satay, which makes me puke with every bite so that’s worse. Thank god I had my favourite soy drink to wash off the awful oatmeal down my throat. Also I poured some of the soy drink into my oatmeal cause it was just too horrible but didn’t make it better either.
Yes, I have to mention this on my blog! haha

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Hello, hello, hello. *voice of Count Olaf*

If you don’t know who Count Olaf is, you should… might as well kill yourself google it

So… AS REQUESTED by many of you, here’s recent video of my rabbits!

*whispers* well, actually, only one person requested it. HAHA :”>

I hate to mention this but I wish I had muted the video and replace it with some music, but I like the sound of the birds chirping. Actually I wish I kept my mouth shut. So, please don’t pay attention to what I was saying. :s Well, here goes.

(Special plug for lovely Aneesah for being awesome. and for still reading my blog after all these years. and for encouraging  the bunny videos hehehe *winks*)

p.s, I watched Khurafat today and can’t help having a WTF face for the whole evening. What a waste of time. I’d rather watch Repunzel, for the second time in a day.

p.p.s, I’m trying very hard not to type; ‘I got so much fatter now and I’m depressed bla bla bla…’ Oops, I just did.

I don’t know if anybody noticed, but I deactivated my facebook account like a month ago. I can list you many reasons why I did that, but one of it is that, I feel old.

When I was 14, I felt like adult (haha). Not so when I was 15. 16 was cool. 17 was uncool. 18 was pretty good. I mean that’s like most popular (desired) age. Just got legal, perky tits and no care in the world. and you know what’s next.

19, was the new 18. 20, was is pretty exciting and now that I’m GETTING to 21, here’s when it hits me: I’m freaking gonna be 21.

Do you have any idea what this means?

That means I’m gonna be 21!

In Malaysia, you are obligated to vote once you reach 21. That’s just the beginning to all the responsibilities waiting to explode like a time bomb. Yes, responsibilities. and 21 is so near to 25 and to 25 is near 30!

OMG I’M A FREAKING OLD LADY.

*stands naked in the mirror*

ok, I still have my perky boobs. *phew*

You know what, I was kidding. I’m not worried about my physique yet but I feel like I’m mentally aging. I’m kinda suspecting that this has something to do with my relationship with someone 7 years older than me, but it’s not fair to say that he’s making me feel old because certainly he makes me feel a lot younger than I am. However, I do think I absorb some of his matureness.

For example;

1. I’m not as mean as I used to be.

2. I find bitching about other people is pointless and no fun.

3. I don’t go out that often anymore because I prefer to just stay home, watch DVDs or do something productive (whatever you think it is, yeaaah)

4. I found out that during a serious conversation, you’re not supposed to laugh or make jokes. Think: that fucking annoying fat retard in the movie Due Date.

and the worst:

Usually during an event with my fiance, upon saying ‘hi’ to a baby or a toddler, the parents refer to me as… auntie? Ok, fine, that’s because they refer to my fiance as uncle, but doesn’t mean they should refer to me as an auntie too! I mean, I’m practically still a teenager!

So that means I do look old.

That also means I’m probably fat. Hmm… It just goes better with being old.

5. I don’t feel the need to move around in packs. It kinda makes me feel like cows or a bunch of monkeys. Being a lone ranger is a no biggie and I’m cool like that yo.

Hm… that’s about it that I can think of for now. There are more of course but I can’t seem to put it into words. Although, I do feel relatively feel younger when I’m with some boring bunch of 20-something oldies like some wives who only talk about their pooping babies. During those times, I find it a lot fascinating to watch an ant die or break a new Ninjump’s highscore on my iPod, a godsent portable boredom remedy. Well, actually it’s a gift from my fiance. hahah.

Okay, back to Facebook. You know, I get friend requests everyday and I’m not like a retard approving everybody, especially not those middle eastern guys looking for a wife, no offense. Or, those girls.

Speaking of which, really, what’s up with those high school girls who are adding me on facebook? First, I don’t freaking know them. They are probably juniors in high school and to be honest, I was so into myself that I don’t know 98% of my juniors. Some are even 5, 6 years younger than me, how the hell they found out about me, I don’t know but they did.

And second, I’m not somekind of some shit older ‘sister’ they can refer to. Fuck off, I don’t know anything about college. Mine’s pretty shitty and chances theirs gonna be too.

But being the new kind person that I am, I tell them about college anyway and they are so excited about it not knowing what lies ahead of them. ah, everybody wants to see rainbows and unicorns yada, yada, yada.

There are some other things that I get annoyed with like bitches’s war, show off jerks, [pretentious] religious people, and [ugly] people posting wherever they go and pictures partying partaying in a pathetic attempt to make them look fun and outgoing. Not to mention, those girls who are overly PDA, posting love quotes, love letters and badly photoshopped pictures of them and their stupid looking BF! Keep those to yourself la girl. Ingat kau comelz sangat kewwww????

and I have to admit that I’m guilty of stalking other girls on facebook. I’m talking about those pretty, skinny, sometimes younger girls. They make me feel like shit afterwards cause I know where I stand. No wonder why some girls enjoy making fun of ugly girls, it makes them feel a lot better about themselves. Shallow, you may think, but that’s the truth for yah. Girls are insecure creatures.

So yeah, that’s about it. Although the equation of how feeling old made me deactivate my fb account is uncomputable, it makes sense to me.

Wutevaaaa! *pegang dada pandang atas*