Rdtrip Pt 2.

Pictures have arrivedddd:

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Can't wait for the next. With MORE ON BOARD! I know.. Nuffies day out soon!!!!!!! =D Finally you'll get to see the pretty bunch at Nuffnang. xx

Featured in pictures are: Deeecupps + Herobear

Thierry.

Aww damned!! Really???

*kicks South Africa's butt*

No fun...

Indo Love.

I blanked out on Father's Day.
I know Father's Day was yesterday, but then grandparents were around. They messed up my mojo. So Father's Day didn't work. Now I've to redeem myself. Mom's already on my butt saying I'm a bad daughter. Pfft. I made pancakes. Wasn't my fault that my grandparents came over and brought cold war. I've cousins who have nothing better to say than I'm short. Boring.

Let me not be a bore. As promised:
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Indo Love.

I am so sorry I did not remember what I should and suppose to.
You were the pillar for me during the horrid 'we gave life too much credit' days.
You and your million earrings and your 'PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEE YOU GUYSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS' days.

I love you. And I know you know that. I always thought you are gorgeous and you give yourself too little credit. Plus you hop around the house doing house work as though you are a bird. Please, do not EVER do house work. Take note football player, hire a maid. Don't let anyone get to you, step over you. Don't be too good, people aren't that worth it. How to say no? Like this, "NO!" You thought me unconditional love and always, ALWAYS react the way I needed you to. You may be dramatic, you may be stubborn, but you are so passionate at everything that you do, it makes it worth it.

You are the other person who have everything at the palm of her hand but never once let it get to her head. So my dearest princess, I wish you could be here, I really do. Go read my letter once again, the one I wrote to you when you missed the first bus to Singapore and we had to drive all the way to KL to get you on the next bus. And the next time I saw you was in the Edinburgh for Hogmanay!!

And here, before I sign off:

Happy Birthday Chandu!!!!!!!!
XoXXo let's meet soon..

P.S. Those disgusting pictures are from my M'boro house. Gawds. Housemates from dumpsville.

Double Post.

Hi all those who kena abandoned,

Today I will fill up a post with pictures. And more pictures.

I owe my Indo Love my appreciation. And I owe the Rdtrip Part 2 pics.

Later. Tonight.

Rdtrip! =D

Let the pictures talk.















Okay.. later on I'll upload pics that ISN'T in the car =P

Umm.

Distorted but I like it.
Hi to another weekend without you.

My Four Point Zero.

I’m not being bias. It is not because I’m with you. I’m writing and saying these because now I’m able to say it without a guilty conscience.

Stealth was what he loved to call himself. And he was that, to be honest. He probably comes off as aloof. I suppose it was different for me. I was just surprised and confused, unexpected.

I wonder what was it about you that got me fascinated. I don’t remember judging you. That is odd. I should have. Maybe I did. No, I didn’t. I remember thinking:

1)      I plopped down to my seat next to you.

2)      You introduced yourself and I remember thinking: Oh. Hi!

3)      After we have exchanged greetings I thought it would have stopped there.

4)      Looks like it never did.

You amaze me with the stories of your life – the countries you have been to and lived in. Even the one where your ear got ripped, or learning the MJ Moonwalk, or having an eagle as a pet, or eating live squid and going for a nude spa, or enjoying a cruise on the Nile River, or banging a Jewish chick. But what captured the essence of it was with the way you narrate these stories. You tell it exactly the same way as you would tell me on how your day went at work.



I have never met another person who has seen as much as you did and remained humble. You are your own government, but it did not bring you out of your ways, the opposite in fact. Why aren’t you caught up in your privilege world? Constantly defying the status quo but with a rational head screwed to your shoulders.

Thank you for being able to tolerate my beating-around-the-bush and vague structured verbal diaherra.

Happy birthday Haikal. I do love every bit of you.



Why's he called 4.0: It's a metric system, I said I'm 0.5 Spoilt and he's 4.0. xx

Sneek Peek on Rdtrip!

Hellloo__
It has been a good weekend + Monday so far.
Today is Tuesday and TOMORROW is Obaibee's  Day.
But before it goes there.. Here's RDTRIP PICS.
[Veen Dee told me to wait.. so here's sneekpeeks]





WOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! MORE TRIPS TO COME!!!!!!

*lots of love*

Btw, we didn't even eat dodol. Fail.
We had yummy baked crushed pepper crabs though.

Apart.

Yes. There's you somewhere there.. and there's me by the bench.

Yeah, now what?

Err.. that's not funny Veen Dee.

The weekend was near and we were REALLY excited!!
I don't really know why. It is just like every other weekend. BUTTT... Veen Dee & I were really hyped about it.

Friday night = Somo night (usually).
We were suppose to have Chili's too.. but there wasn't enough time..Played Circle of Death/Some guessing characters game/Taboo. Lots of funny secrets came out BUT THAT IS FOR ANOTHER DAY..

Anyway, the point of this post is:

Eventhough I told Veen Dee that we will drop her off at her place after Somo..
She parked her car at KJ LRT Station.
We entered the parking lot, her car was parked ALLLLLL the way at the other end. It was a straight road leading to her car. Her car was in green. Here's how it went:

Obaibee:   Where's your car?
Veen Dee: Thereee... can you see my car?
Me:              Ooh I can see it. Its the green Getz.
Veen Dee: What's that guy doing standing there?
Me:              Where? *looks around*
Obaibee:    What guy?
Veen Dee: THereee!! In a white T-Shirt!
Me:              *stares hard into where ever she's pointing*
Obaibee:   Veen Dee, there is no guy.
Veen Dee: Err.. Oh..

*silence*

Obaibee: Err... that's not funny Veen Dee.

Veen Dee: I knoww!!
Me: I'm scared..!!

Chick Lits.

An excerpt from the story that I am reading:

When Conor took the job all those years ago, it was difficult being away from one another for so long. I used to visit him as much as I could but it was difficult to keep taking time off work. The visits got shorter, rarer, then stopped.

I always thought our marriage could survive anything as long as we both tried. But then I found myself having to try to try. I dug beneath the new layers of complexities we'd created over the years to get to the beginning of the relationship. What was it, I wondered, that we'd created over the years to get to the beginning of the relationship. What was it, I wondered, that we had then that we could revive? What was the thing that could make two people want to promise one another to spend every day of the rest of their lives together? Ah, I found it. It was a thing called love. A small simple word. If only it didn't mean so much, our marriage would be flawless.

It made me think.

Texts.

I like to send one million texts till it wakes you up.

Dooze.

I need my whining outlet. No, not you blog.

I hate feeling this pressured up.

Aergh.

Oh, everytime/each and EVERYTIME Herobear meets someone new or bump into uni/school mates:

New person: So, where do you work?
Herobear: Kajang!
New person: Oh! What do you do?
Herobear: I sell satays.

*grits teeth*

He keeps a straight face whilst telling that. Then he quietly asks me "if I really did sell satay for a living, will you still go out with me?"

My answer?

THERE IS NO IF!

Note: If you don't already know, Obaibee works for me.
As The Clapper. No, seriously.

The Trend.

I've been missing from the blogging world it seems.
BRB.
But before I leave, let me drop a quick note:

In high school nowadays, in Malaysia to be specific, wait, narrow it down to Selangor, even better, SMK Subang Utama, do you know it is a trend to faint?

Uh yeah. You heard that right. IT IS COOL TO FAINT!
Please take note you all little mini midget/not so midget but brain-midget bozos out there. If it didn't occur to you that you may die from it, I would like to pre warn you that you may turn into a vegetable.

FFS, they found a way to faint. Hyperventilate whilst squatting, stand up really fast, your friend who is as dumb as you are will push you really hard in the chest. Tadaaaa! Blackout.

I don't know which popular idiot started this trend but ohkay, go ahead and be cool. May you suffer in an eternity of dumbness.