I feel like i'm going to lose a friend. I don't want to lose a friend.

So many times i've heard, friends come and go, but I always say no, good friends will always stay.

A few of us are living far apart, contacting via messengers. We all moved on. We are still together, we can still catch up. But how much more better if we weren't apart that we are still together, that we can hear each other's laughter and see each other's smile and filter our each other's complaints.

 

She might be going back to her home company, and all i could do is cry and miss her. Somehow, it's vaguely familiar.

 

I was having a friendly chat with a friend who would be purchasing a car soon. Of course, there's the talk about money matters. So i told him to sell his branded assets to contibute in the financial means of purchasing the car. He exclaimed " I sell you la ," wtf. Being in that verbal diarhea state i was in,  i spoke in the fastest of speed

" Woi, since when u own me ah . Hah! u sell me ? you can already buy 5, not 1 but 5 Ferraris," wtf . ( I realised later on i'm worth much more than that.)

Then he laughed and retaliated.

" I sell you ?  I can get a B-M- ........"

Everyone hands up if your first guess was BMW

*Like everyone lifts up their hands*

And he said

" I sell you ? I can get a BMX bicycle only" wtf

and he laughed even more, thinking he's so funny. wtf.

Yeah, he is funny. wtf.

For those of you who didn't already know, I will be facilitating an exciting overseas job posting next week. Sunday, to be precise. Singapore, to be exact. It is to be my very first full time job! (Yes, take me when I'm still young and gullible!)

I'm rather divided about this.. whole thing. There are sizable opportunity costs - the other job offer I could have accepted in KL (which is initially the industry I wanted to go into), the people I grew up with and of course, the people I would leave behind. Not that I wouldn't return but I know people DO drift apart. I'm not sure if I am prepared to accept the concequences but I heed Cheekylicious' advice:

"You don't make the best choice, you make the best out of your choice."

I have always wanted to try working in Singapore.
I now have my chance.

I longed for some form of contact from an old friend.
Not one but two contacted me.

I loved, love and will be loving Paul Frank stuff.
I now own a trueblue, more-genuine-than-thou PF T-shirt thanks to mr ng.

I have been coveting The MANual since I spotted it at Australia.
Bought it today at a much cheaper price.


So yep, big or tiny, dreams do come true. =)

Heart,
Kinkylicious

Mindless surfing revealed a gem of a quote:

"Calling when you say you're going to call is the very first brick in the house you are building of love and trust.  If he can't lay this one stupid brick down, you ain't never gonna have a house, baby.  And it's cold outside."

My mom was frying bacons in the backyard when incidentally, the (malay) construction workers next door happened to have caught a whiff of the heavenly aroma:

W: Puan masak apa itu ya?

M: Daging.

W: Daging apa ya?

M: *laughs nervously* Daging la.

W: Babi ya?

M: *feels like kicking herself* Er, ya. Sorry ya!

W: *chuckles* Tak pe, tak pe..


P/S: My mom has since resolved to cook only when they are having their break.

And let there be a revival *woot* *woot* ..... cause kinkylicious was too lazy to blog, wtf wtf.

Cheekylicious was too busy writing reports. She was blog writing deprived that her reports sounds like blog entries. wtf wtf.

 

Anyway, cheekylicious was so busy lately that she had to take anti-stress medication which was chips and chocolates. However, due to the overdosage of it, cheekylicious came down with sore throat and near fever. Cheekylicious also didn't sleep much.

Finally last night, after replenishing my sleep time, i went out, my housemate saw me and looked shocked.

" you look sick," she exclaimed

How could I ? i slept enough. But my reflection showed me pretty pale.

So people, the lesson here is, please take medicine prescribed by doctors and have enough sleep. Make up is strongly recommended if steps are not followed.

I've been dating alot recently.

With different people at that.

Its bloody frustrating when they say they'll call, but they never did.

I mean, I've put so much effort in it-lor, preparing, hoping I don't make a fool out of myself and trying to be myself.

"Just flash that million watt smile and you'll be alright." =D

I think they mati kena electrocuted. Thats why they couldn't call me.

So you tell me la, isn't going for interviews like going for your first date?!

I've been attending interviews and getting wee bit numb about it. Oke, make it very numb. *weary* I just want to be a tai-tai, man. No such luck. Haha. Granted, during an interview, my mouth always feels drier than split-ends, my brain feels really hollow and my confidence plummet to depths I never knew it could reach. Bah. this is getting depressing. Really gotta work on it. =) I mean, I can't stay scared forever, can I? Haha.

Heart,
Kinkylicious

" I want to go back to Malaysia for a haircut. You see, my hair like a lion's mane,"

" If your hair is like a lion's mane, what's mine?  Lion in a bad hair day?"

 

The we fell in a fit of giggles.

After a good dose of toothpaste flying around, she had to chirp in,

" Nola... like a lion didn't use pantene shampoo,"

There's this application on facebook, supposedly very true.

The application is some kind of questionaire. So after clicking a few of my choices this is the result of what type of guy is meant for me.

what type of guy is meant for you (girls only)

These few days has been really up bringging. Ok it's really late now, and my choices of diction isn't at its very best.

But i just couldn't help but to say , i've been really truly happy for the past few days.

 

Then i realised, last week i wanted to blog about something when i was happy, but i forgot to blog about it. So i'll blog on it now.

One fine day when i was being the rascal I always am, I sat beside this heart dropping, knees wobbling, nose bleed inducing, mouth dropping handsome guy in a bus. That was after i offered the seat to my friend, who gently declined it because it takes a whole lot of guts to not faint when u come just a few milimetres away from him. And i mastered the technique of not drooling over him and whaddayanoe ?  i chatted with him . What made it so much more better was that he was genuinely interested in talking to me. He wasn't just merely trying to create conversation, he did wanted to talk. The whole wide world knows that i'm not an easy person to initiate a conversation with , and he's not a conversationist either. He's pretty quiet, despite his good looks.  I also realised that, it was our first time when we got a chance to have a general talk with each other. It wasn't an intelligent conversation, but it was a genuine one, like he was really interested when he asked about me. Plus those looks, i think i fainted right there and then but due to my quick reflexes, i regained consciousness. I'm not talking about a golden oppurtunity in my ever so scandalous love life, but on how it makes me happy when a guy doesn't mind my lousy diction pronounciation, my stutters, my sudden quick speaking , my even more sudden mumbling, and sometimes yong sui expressions and just talks to me because he wants to. It's a great boost to the ego u noe. I'm not saying that creating conversation just to break the silence is not good, but a genuine conversation between a guy and a girl is more memorable, where you feel more full. And because of these genuine conversations, comes a less awkward silence and where when silence comes, you just appreciate the company of each other.