Sorry they're so bloody huge. =) And now, I'm going back to rhetoric, connotations and dunno-tations. Whaddya mean, I'm gonna fail!?!

Thank G-d it's Friday, lovelies. Be all merry, jolly, gay because it sure as hell is time to play. In my case, time to sleep but who said sleep can't be fun? Shoot him.

Yeah, everything's peachy all right.
Except they're bloody rotten.
It's all along the lines of assignments and bad marks.
And thinking that maybe I did okay for this test didn't help. :(
Hateeeeeeeeee.

Don't you hate it when people ASSUME you'd drop everything for them?
I hate it even more when I know I'd come through in the end, even if they end up re-opening old wounds.
Even if they make new ones.
Without leaving a Band-Aid.

Is it wrong for me to think that a fling's a fling?
It isn't having someone carve their name on my heart for one night.
Nor is it about pretending to care if his brother's girlfriend's dog drops dead mysteriously.
It's just... a fling.

Sometimes that's the attraction of it: someone who doesn't know you.
You only live once.
What's wrong with having fun?
What I think is wrong is judging what you haven't tried.
I might just be thankful to be rid of that prejudice now.

Would you?
Would you have a fling?
And why wouldn't you?

I'm currently addicted to One Tree Hill; this comes after my addiction to the OC has quietened down. I call it 'feeding my inner drama junkie'. I like the excuses I fashion for myself that almost make me believe I'm not just another girl. Then again, it helps that James Lafferty is super fine. ;)

It's undeniable that a small, tiny, minute part of me does not like things to be spic and span, all randy dandy. When I'm in the middle of it all, I can't cope, and bend and lean on other people. But when I don't have it... sometimes I even wish for its appearance. Isn't it so unappreciative of what can fall under the category of normal? Maybe having no drama in my life is what's abnormal. Maybe I do thrive on it just a little bit to get past my day.

I'm jinxing it, and so asking for it. :) The last time I said my life was undramatic, I had a fling with a guy the day after. I really should be content with my life. This is what I hope to dream of when I'm stuck, when I yearn for days that I have nothing waiting for me, expecting me to come through and not fall apart when I'm needed most. What the hell is wrong with me?

As it turns out, I remembered the wrong assignment is due this week, but it's only meant to be turned in by Friday. Lovely; I wonder how I can even think that I'm the least bit focused when I'm obviously not.

I sit alone,
waiting for you to come by,
in denial about my state,
crushed for no absolute reason,
washed with stupidity.

Everyone waltzes in,
removes a piece of me,
and beautifully takes the room.
I stare at their figures
wishing there was light.

There's a tall barricade
and a little traffic light
standing by its side.
And when the light turns red,
people always leave.

Slightly inspired by none other than One Tree Hill. :)

Last night, Taqi came over to use our oven to bake yummy chocolate cakes. Mmmm!



I pretty much cleaned out the bowl. Even poured milk into it!



Yummy in my tummy!



Taqi and his cakes that were slowly taking shape.



Look how pretty it is!



All thanks to Taqi! I'm amazed by his big cheesy grin. ;)



Trinity loves it with chocolate chip ice-cream.

And Taqi kindly left us two. whole. cakes. Yay!

Jangan jeles. ;)

Major Peeve #1: Doyouknowwhatit'sliketohaveatech-savvydadscoldingyouonMSNaskingyoutouseGoogleTalkbecauseheandyourolderbrotherdoesandthereforeyoushouldtooandforgetaboutSkype?
*One very deep breath*
I can tell you that it's very damn WTFing... =.=

#2: It's raining and when I woke up, I thought it was great cause it's my day off and therefore I should be relaxing all day in bed or just lazing in the unit. But nooo, Kassy couldn't come over because of the rain, and Trina and I had to catch a bus to get our groceries. I know we're in a drought but the rain came on a bad day. I'm being an ungrateful bitch.

#3: Vincent has not learnt that he should not rub Liverpool's losses in my face. Or Man U's wins. Both have the ability to royally piss me off.

#4: The last movie I watched and the current book I'm reading are both about marriages breaking up. I don't know why it's affecting me that much, but it's annoyingly sad. Ergh. Till death do us part, my big butt.

#5: My mom is pissed at me. Great. Lovely. Everything is a bed of bloody roses.

#6: I have an assignment due on Wednesday. Guess who hasn't started?! No demands for prizes, please.

#7: I have weird spots and rashes on my right arm and a back that will hurt come Friday when I go to work again. When my boss will make me clean the area that no one else cleans. Specifically me. And he reckons he's not prejudiced at all. No, siree, you just don't fucking like me. You should just say it to my face, really. Saves you from adding 'pretentious' to your list of reasons why people should fucking hate you. I mean, it's already a mile long; might as well add a little bit more so people can expand their vocabulary on what sort of characteristics they shouldn't possess. *Takes extra big breath* So... remind me again why I go to work?

But... all will be okay soon. I will finish reading all my chick lit trashy books. I will call my aunt and ask her about getting new retainers (lousy plastic ones broke), even though I have no idea why she would know jack about that, but I might as well do it to save myself from getting more lectures from my parents. I will make Konnyaku Jelly tomorrow and hope it's therapeutic... somehow. I don't have to go to uni tomorrow. I won't have to wake up early. I don't have to go to work tomorrow and even if I'm drunk as a fish (fish?) by the end of tonight, no one should give a shit.

If you've read up to here, you are definitely a very tolerant person. We should be best friends. :P

Ever handed yourself out on that silver platter you polished yourself, hoping for the best, only to have you returned in a rusty tin that you never wanna escape?

If you've never been in that position, good for you. You must be tall, handsome, charming, smart, and a lovely man through and through. In which case, I'd like your telephone number. Or you're (also) tall, skinny, beautiful, possess a cheery personality and might be the ideal girl next door/sex bomb. No, I wouldn't like your phone number even if I do know 5000 people who would.

It almost seems like spilling the beans to someone you have feelings for should be an art. There should be guidebooks on this in the self-help section, not the books on low GI diets that people quote despite not understanding a single word, even if people would probably never summon the guts to walk down that aisle in their local bookstore. There are so many Dos and Don'ts that you've heard of, so many that you spend time listing down yourself, committing them to memory, hoping to G-d you don't slip up that day. That dreaded day. Or maybe, that wonderful day.

You plan. You're nervous. You wish there was a way out. More often than not, you have no bloody idea how she/he is going to react, and aren't you just terrified? You glare at friends who urge you on, silently thinking, you're not me. You're not the one who has to bare your heart, and hope that maybe there is a happy route somewhere, ready for you to take. Or that she wouldn't force a smile, feed you off with a lousy excuse, and then proceed to ignore you for the rest of your life. But that's obviously not what you need to focus on now.

The script is written in your head, and you want it to go as planned. No spontaneous dialogues, please, thanks. But what the hell will happen that day, might of course take a completely 180.

Everyone loves fireworks!! :)

Oh, come on. Who can resist pretty colours decorating the sky?!



Be grateful Trinity took most of the pictures. I have shaky hands that do not coordinate well with my Nikon. Pictures I took turn out like this:



Though you gotta admit, the effect is pretty damn cool. Like squiggly lines, hehe.



These fireworks happen during the annual Riverfestival and they last for a whole half an hour. I think that's longer than any other I've caught, as far as I can remember. They were definitely longer than KLCC/Bintang Walk's New Year ones, though I can't remember how long the LA Disneyland ones went.



And I love this shot best!



The babes I went with. Yes, you can shut up about the shaky hands. That actually helped to erase that dude who is really blurry at the back of the girls that jumped in just when I was taking a picture. What's up with fucktards like that?



I like pretty nights. :)

Ooh, I'm hoping to catch 'The Devil Wears Prada' next Thursday. Reckon that'll be any good? The book was not too bad.

The 'working lady' (courtesy of Averdim) is off to work now. ;)