They all say,
Evil will get its retribution.

Baddies will have their just desserts.

And people who guffaw at someone else's phone will eventually get laughed at in their faces.

Fine, I admit! I think I was one of the culprits who had a part in branding QY's phone as 'ancient'.
So, last night, while she was away in the toilet, the Goonfather stared at my phone and cackled.

"Ahahaha!! Why your phone so retro one??"

Yes, my replacement phone is so ancient now that I don't even know its model.
No camera, just a simple colour phone...
NOT EVEN INFRA-RED TECHNOLOGY.
I had to use it to appease the S.O. because I kept missing his calls due to the cranky old set which decided for itself when it should ring.

Well, at least the current one does its job of ringing.
*Hangs my head in shame*
So, sorry for laughing at ancient phone, I have no choice, I'm one of you now.
I'll laugh again when I get my dream phone.

OH WAIT! Someone just got someone a new something!
Does this mean I'm alone in my ancient world?
=(

5 Random Things You Should Know About Me

1. I gnaw on my fingernails whenever boredom gets to me or when I have nervous attacks, a dreadful habit I've lived with since I was young. It used to be worse, because I wouldn't let my toe nails off either.

2. I used to think it was fun to catch beetles and dump them in glue bottles. I'd delight myself by watching them struggle in the sea of glue and laugh gleefully when they started to sink lower.. and lower...
I would still think it's fun, but either beetles are becoming endangered or the beetle colony decide to move house because they stopped flying in through my window.

3. I own 25 gigabytes of music. Beat that.

4. I love to do arty farty stuff, especially craft. My latest faze is scrapbooking, but I'm putting it on hold soon because it's expensive. Art is expensive. And so are fancy paper cutters, embossing materials, pretty papers, templates...

5. If I could pick a lifetime to live in, it would be the medieval times. City life bores me but horse carriages and corsets intrigue me. Unfortunately, due to my race, the only medieval times I can go back to is the era of dynasties and emperors.

Dos and Don'ts when you're partying the night out

Do.Not.
Wear 4-inch heels to the dance floor.
The consequence?
A better workout, probably, but with extremely sore knees and thighs.
And a knock on myself on the head for forgetting to collect my shoes from the S.O.'s car.

Do.
Smile and say hello if you see a mega star, but

Do.Not.
Giggle and shake his hand like an ecstatic little girl who's been offered a free candy.
(Oh my gosh, what was I thinking?)

Do.Not.Ever.
Drink tequila again.
I swear I hate that drink. The moment it hit my stomach I felt it propelling upwards the way it came from. Eww.

Do.
Use the big screen above you as an excuse to avoid looking at people who are trying to electrocute you by fixing their stares on you.
The World Cup is more important. Goal!

Do.
Smile politely even if someone introduces himself in a French accent, "Hi, I'm Begola."
It is impolite to laugh at someone's name.

About ...two months? have elapsed since my status changed from 'employed' to 'unemployed'. Er. 'Sort-of unemployed'.
And hence, my reluctant pact with all sinful things began. Late night suppers, junk food and lack of exercise saw my figure balloon. Laziness -- a silent consequence of being driven around -- set in to a point where my feet cover no more than a cumulative distance of 100metres daily.

I'm evolving into a hermit crab. An earthworm. I adore the little cosy corner in the house called 'my room', and I'm beginning to shun sunlight.

The rational side of me started cautioning that my new found occupation was nice and comfortable, but Not Good.
My mother complained about the extra kilos I'd gained. My sister asked me what I did to myself one day. And some agreed that I'd indeed put on some weight, after I went around asking in disbelief.
So, I did a very womanly thing to appease myself - grumble. And grumble, I did. To the S.O. To my friends. About my weight, my figure...my bloated face. Argh.

The S.O pointed out that I should do something about it instead of sprouting useless, angry words. And after a couple of weeks hoping that I would shrink back magically, I had to agree with him.

My first run was excruciating. I was panting after 3km, and I convinced myself that the road somehow grew longer. That it was all a mistake, I actually ran 5km instead of 3km. That was why my legs were drenched in fatigue and my lungs were squeezed dry of air.

This is gonna be harder than I think. I hope I keep up with this losing weight regime. Or hope that the whole world becomes obese so I'm still slim and skinny.

Fat hope. Ha.

She marched over to my place to wake me up for school when I was late.
She ranted endlessly on about baking cheesecakes and cookies at my place but never showed up.
She was my accomplice in dagger stares targeted at specific teachers.
She completes our perfect trio of boogeying partner on the dance floor.

And now, she's leaving for the land of kangaroos and koala bears.
I love you yenny! Now that you're leaving, who's gonna tan with me?

Just a little something for you.


Time and tide may pass away, but memories of your smile will always linger.

I was reading the old posts on a forum my friends shared, and laughed out loud when I saw some of the comments made.
We were preparing for a trip to KL during xmas then, and someone suggested that we split up to buy gifts for a secret someone. But she pointed out:
"Bad point is... We will keep bumping into each other. Someone will sure go and tail someone else.."

Which was hilarious when I read it, because during the trip, someone really tailed her and bought her strawberry slippers.

And another sighed: "Wait I get lost how? I have bad direction sense."

Which was even more tickling because I was the one who got lost with her.

I miss the good old days.

I can't believe I ditched my LOTR game and fell prey to this game instead.

There goes my whole afternoon --
clicking my number pad and watching cute one-eyed creatures appearing on my screen.

And if you'll excuse me, I'm embarking on a very important mission..
Buying 4D for the S.O.!
I figure I'll be staying there for quite a bit, figuring out how the shading thing works, since it's my virgin ticket.

And then, it would be back to the one-eyed creatures again.
Try it, people. You won't regret it.