Category: Ranting Is a Right

I’ve gotten my first usher-to-coupledom from maternal granny. Funny shit. Get a boy dear, get one and go out on dates. Don’t worry about being commited, you’re too young but you have to meet some boys! You’re TWENTY already. What would happen when you’re 30???

Mom’s retort: Yeah, don’t even think of staying with me if you’re still single at 30.

Yours truly: Don’t worry. I’ll move far far far away as soon as I graduate.

Granny and mom: >_<

The funny thing is I can’t wait to be married. I’m totally on the marriage thing. I hate dating. It’s a pain. It’s tiring. It’s boring. Lets date for a week, have fabulous sex and if we like each other, tie the knot. Give me a holler if you’re a male, single, >30, no hang ups about the past, hygenic, tall, healthy, well mannered and genuine.

Jayna and I intended to catch Shark’s Tale. But I overslept and we missed 30mins of the show. My bad, dear. So we decided to skip the ocean for some kungfu flick. Bad choice. Little White Dragon Jr or whatthefuck stinks to high heaven. Don’t even consider it. About the only nice thing about it was Cecilia Cheung. She’s breathtakingly beautiful.

Cecilia Cheung.

Where did we go after that? Aww…Thai Club. Fun as always. Left pretty early though, cause as Seong said, my body was allergic to alcohol. Blah.

Supper after that. Fried sauce noodle, fried chicken wings, onion rings and tom yam soup to wash them all down. This is life. Oh yeah, and homemade chocolate jell-o I made for dessert. Hahahaha. Tasted horrendous, but we couldn’t refuse, could we Jayna?

Jayna spent the night at my place. We took obnoxious amount of photos but I’m posting only a couple of them here cause you can’t be looking good after beer, sweat and supper.

Take one.

Take two.

New tube top.

Pajamas girls.

Last one before turning in.

Overdue pictures from a night out at Zouk.

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This morning I found my car’s window shattered. The window at the the driver’s side of my neighbour’s car was shattered too. He had stuff stolen, while things in my car were still in tact. Just what I needed to start the day. With dodgy plastics sticked over the gaping hole, I drove to college hoping it wouldn’t rain. Well, it didn’t rain, but a stupid martherfarker rear-ended me. Fortunately, the rear of my car was virtually unscathed. I called Dad to remind him to buy the lottery. By the way, the digits are 2878.

Reading May‘s entry today made me slightly anxious about Malaysia. I’m usually a very patriotic person. I love my country very much. Sure I bitch about it sometimes, but never to my foreign friends. However, in these few years, things just seem to have gotten from bad to worst. A person I personally know was kidnapped and never been seen since 3 years ago. Dad’s friend was assaulted and robbed, comatosed for a couple of months and woke up a retard. My family’s home was broken into a couple of months ago. Everyday, I read about people getting killed, raped, robbed, assaulted, kidnapped and so on. Sigh.

So, my coping mechanism is that I brush them off as tragedies that are likely to happen everywhere and then thank the local media for its honesty. However, I think my faith in the country is probably approaching the expiry date. What are the cops doing? Why isn’t anything being done to improve our safety? What’s the big deal about amending the law? That won’t make any difference! We need proactive action from the government and police force.

If I had the chance to migrate to another country, say UK or Australia or even Singapore, I’m not sure whether I would refuse it. Oh my gawd, this is like being stuck in a bad relationship. I love you but I can’t stand you.