yes. some ages do look old in print. odd as well. especially so when you don't feel associated with those digits. goodness gracious that number looks scary.
as with everything that has happened this year, i've decided to be a little extravagant about dropping hints. it seems that when it comes to my birthday my friends suddenly experience sudden memory lapses. all of them. and so i decided to go guerilla on them and include a gentle reminder in every mail, following the announcement of my new number. as it stands, i've got 14 well wishes already. and it's only 9 in the morning. i should have thought of this earlier. heh.
yes i have no shame.
not this year at least.
happy birthday to me, dammit.
bedroom*hair @ 9:19 am
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i got the job.
and suddenly i'm a corporate support officer.
bedroom*hair @ 2:43 pm
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one of the things i had to amend immediately apart from my ridiculous sleeping habit was the current state of my hair. and you know just how anal i can get when it comes to this. i just had a trim exactly one week ago. but since my mum's reputation is at stake i now have a naked neck and a much shorter fringe. i look like jiMcarreY in Dumb&Dumber.
no wait.
i look more like his replacement in Dumb&DumberER.
needless to say my barber abanGpiT nearly threw a fit when he saw me walk right into his shop. he nearly turned me away last week when i wanted my first trim. told me my hair was at its peak and i should keep my money and come back a few weeks later. abanGpiT wasn't lazy. he really liked the hair as it was. now what we have here is a man of substance. one that deserves a medal for his stand on true art above financial gain. any other scissorhand barber fucker would have been glad to add another $9 to their cash till from the same customer in the same week. so you can only imagine the flames of fury in his eyes when he stopped shaving uncLEravI's sideburns. uncLEravI is the neighbourhood prata man, by the way.
i just stood there and flashed my dimples.
bedroom*hair @ 5:02 am
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yesterday i saw my food fantasy came true in the form of a monster chicken kebab, a gorgeous beef Ramly burger and phat dendengs. i had all three of them in that order. it wasn't really planned, but i had that for sahur and it nearly killed me. by the end of the first bite of the last delicacy i could've sworn i heard angels telling me it's time to go. but i had waited nearly a year for it, so i just stuffed myself.
i believe it is only around this time of the year that i would fall in love all over again with my race. the whole bazaar was like a haven of sweet young things. everywhere i turn there would be an eye candy or two. or three. or four. since most of them were with their mums, one cannot ignore the impression that they would make lovely wives themselves one day. i cannot remember the last time i had that much eyeball exercise.
even the way home was quite a blast. i was scaring the shit off nanA when we saw a shabby old lady searching frantically for something/someone at 1a.m. in the middle of Toa Payoh. honestly i scared the shit off myself as well. i haven't had that kind of entertainment for quite a while now. the other safer form was nanA's digicam. i now have two videos that i shall use to amuse myself with when i am bored. late night dancing on an empty street should be made an Olympic sport. and scaring lonely AhPeks too.
if only the ahpek knew what was coming.
will give food for taxi.
bedroom*hair @ 3:32 am
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and yes it's about bloody time the boys and i go out together as a band.
i just realised i haven't been there since the last Ramadhan.
dendengs. burger ramlees. ayam perciks. anak makciks.
it will be nice.
bedroom*hair @ 8:48 am
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it's been 12 days into the fasting month and already i look like stepheNhawkinG on a diet. any longer and i'd look like a runaway survivor of the Holocaust. this metabolism is getting too high. i reckon i'm burning it more than i stuff myself. and it's not like i don't try. oh i was the human rubbish chute when skool started, especially after the second term. everytime i sneak out of class it'd be a visit to the canteen to grab buns or sandwiches or those legendary jemput-jemputs the size of hand grenades. but despite eating about four times a day i still look like i need to sign up for a lifetime buffet membership. still, i am going to persevere through this season and make it three perfect years in a row. i hope my appetite doesn't leave me permanently.
no prizes for guessing why i look bad in Hari Raya pictures.
bedroom*hair @ 6:30 am
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i don't know what the hell is wrong with this laptop but it seems that there is a problem with the 'cooling system' and it's been driving me up the wall. everytime i'm sailing smoothly a prompt would come up and lag the shit off the system. but it works just fine when i'm just about to restart again. idiot prompt. shut down immediately and return it for service, it says. return it my ass. and myspace.com and its servers have restricted me from viewing almost everything since last week. everytime i click on something it just refreshes itself and displays a default search page.
toM better do something before he loses a digit off his friend count.
bedroom*hair @ 4:50 am
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where do i start.
the thing about having a blog is that you feel obliged to update every once in a while, if not everyday. looking at the last entry date i realised this new one comes 117 days after.
where have i been.
this automatically means that i have alot of recapping to do. under normal circumstances i would have sat down with a pen and paper and try to recollect these past 3 months as they were. and for the anal prick that i am i wouldn't be surprised if i were to meditate, just to remember the details.
but i can't be arsed.
all i can remember is that in the last 117 days i:
started skool
made a lot of new kontacts
nearly got a visit by the friendly lawyers of Starhub
dated
partied
had 3 hairkutts
got attached
became single again
had a video produktion
backtripped into the 80s
got rekonneckted with a new line
had sleep deprivation for 2 weeks
finished skool.
and now i am basically where i left off.
it has been f-f-frantik.
bedroom*hair @ 6:02 am
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if only i own a digicam.
this is a breast. i mean, test.
bedroom*hair @ 3:26 am
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Special big-ass thank you to nanA for giving this blog its much-needed facelift.
You deserve a medal for this. And teh peng as well. Thank you.