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Hello all.

My absence or lack of updating has got nothing to do with a busy schedule. If it's anything, it's the lack of drive or "topics" to blog.

But since the past 72 hours or so, i've been seeing some activity. In my life, and in many other's.
Ok, am trying to get a full song on imeem but ended up getting a super beng kiah techno remix. Sembarang lah.

Alrite, back to basics.

I shall just dismember this post into several categories, so it'll be easier for my brain to function and hence,attempt to blog.

TODAY

Imran had an insight on how indian i could be. Rare sightings of me enjoying my masal thosai. Headed down to Selegie Rd to pay someone or rather, some place a visit. Afterwhich, i had my traditional south indian late lunch at some coffeeshop under the tekka market. It's famous lah, just that i don't know the name of that God-forsaken place. Spare me.

Masala thosai with hot milo is orgasmic. See that word spelt out in bold?? It's that orgasmic. Ok now try imagining me explaining to you how orgasmic it is just cos the word's in bold.

Late lunch aside, i needed to down myself with some traditional indian sweets. Try the ghulab jamun for a week and you'll end up diagnosed with diabetes the following monday,no joke. It was hell of a tasteful treat (at 80 fucken cents per piece, how cheap could good things be?), and it'll go straaaaiiiiggghhhhtttt to the ass,thanks.

Outing was only half a day, then headed home by evening. The other fruitful thing i did today besides visiting Little India and Mustafa Centre and going crazy at how amazing cheap indians are, was watching "Six Days Seven Nights" on tv at about 10pm.

Was a niiiice movie, niiiice one.

Sorry for this sidetrack, but i think Cesaria Evora's (Pronounced as See-Zay-Ria) rendition of Besame Mucho is amazing. Better than all the club remixes i tried listening to while blogging. Doesn't work on me.

.... And so, the day ends with me, here, on my ass in my comfortable room after a nice cool shower, typing all this shit out.

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WHAT'S BEEN GOING ON AND WHAT I THINK OF IT.

See? the part "what i think of it" is in bold cos that's just about what i'm going to lay out.

I know, i know. it's none of my bloody business to poke my nose through this shit but hey, can't a girl have her opinions too?

Apparently, there's this blog-war of some sort going on between two people i know. Thing is, it's actually trivial stuff. Just that someone instigated the other, so wham! he gets it across his face like a tight slap. Sorry Imran, if all that talk about your opinions on this matter brought you nothing from me but silence and a mere "Ala buat bodoh je lah Im...yang sudah tu sudah...", but this is what i really really think.

Not that you need it anyway.

But yeah.

We girls are pretty sensitive when it comes to these kinda stuff. Like i said, reason why there was a fierce (ok somehow) exchange of opinions was cos she prolly felt that you better put a stop to it. Yeah, it's your blog and all.. you write what you want and all that bullshit but dude, people read your blog. Ok, atleast i do. And i was actually amazed at how you could pen down such a poetic movement that set the trail ablaze. I know it was a chunk of lyrics you drafted out on your own. But dude, they were deep. And ( this is what i think ) you can't completely say it wasn't directed at her when you've included things like "4 years of smiles and tears" and "hot chocolate to cold green tea" when you know that's her. Dude, i'm sorry but yeah. That's us females for you.

And so..you posted a pic of you guys back then in ice age. For you, it's a simple "So,what?". But dude... you DEFINITELY sent out a wrong signal.

So a wrong signal sent, was a ferocious reaction received.

And you can't blame her for reacting in that manner. I mean, i would too. Who in the bluest hell would wanna post a pic of me, differentiating the glow in my face over the years if, he (or a sick she) still hadn't a care in the world for me?

Flattering, but dude, it's over.

Then there's the after math of the war, where anonymous people who take pride in their privacy come in and share an opinion or two, thinking it's even needed.
Ok, i thank you for being generous and all...but please...don't pull me into this.

GET THIS,WORLD : I AM NOT IMRAN'S GIRLFRIEND.

sheeesh for the love of God.

I am his friend, his buddy. Atleast for now till he gets hitched. Probably soon? *looks at Adibah*

Ok, so after all this.. i'm not tryna defame you, boy. I'm just reminding you that girls will always be girls, whatever you say or blog. And it's best if you don't mention about her (much less post her picture) anymore on flooredflatout even though it's your blog. A mark of respect, shall we? Now we know she's happy and moved on...just be happy for her. Don't need to mention about her, cos that'll only spell trouble.

SO GET YOUR HEAVY BLACK ASS UP AND START GETTING A JOB SO YOU COULD START TREATING A LADY RIGHT.

DON'T BE LAZY UH.

SIDETRACK : VERBAL OUTBURST IN SHOCKING MARKET MALAY LANGUAGE.

Jangan nanti kau naik lemak..buat tu bidadari tunggu macam buah tak jatuh..take for granted she'll always be under the same impression yg kau ni mcm pakai bomoh kat die..which for your genuine info,tak dapat ah Imran pakai bomoh.

Kau lambat, pompan pun jalan.

Time lambat lah pompan nak tunggukan jantan maju, tul tak pompans of the world unite???
Kalau gitu macam criter nyer, nak kene tunggukan jantan kite maju, jantan yg tak nampak berhasil, mampos lah aku berkeladak. Tak dapat ah pompan zaman skarang setia and sanggup or maha penyabar nak tunggukan jantan tu maju, harap2 berhasil satu hari.

Tu satu hari mcm tak tiba2, kalau tu jantan tak bawak balek modal. Sorrie ah bro, kau akan tertinggal. Pasal ape, pompan zaman skarang seme ekspektasi mereka tinggi dok. Pasal kan, nanti kalau dah dewasa kelak kau pikir kite seme nak duk rumah lipat kain baju?? ehhh tak dapat ah. Sorrie time lambat nak dapat bini duk rumah lipat baju beresin hal rumahtangga. Kite seme dah maju dok, pompans of the world seme dah pandai pakai computer...dah pandai carik duit sendiri.

You no untung, i no kangkang. Haha! Sorry eh, Mira jadi lurid and crude siket. Siket jer, tahan jer lah kedi.

You talk no action, i no staying.

You think i love your face, eh sorry ah, you no money also you tak laku mane2 jgn ckp desker rd.

You think you hensem? you think you rich? ok mari sini i love you long time. but if you feeling2 only then sorry lah bawa ketiak mama ah kau pegi.

Jantan feeling2 dah takde tempat lagi eh dlm masyarakat ini where women are determined to outsmart the penises. Jantan2 pasrah nye turn pulak duk rumah gosok baju, tumbok sambal.

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Real sorry for that segment, just thought i needed to let out some opinions. Wasn't directed at any penis in particular though, was just being generic. Super generic in fact. Was trying to tell Imran something, ended up being all opinionated on how men should be these days.

These days, the men don't get it.

Ok, back to basics, again.

LOVE LIFE

It's amazing how single i've been. It's amazing how relentlessly unbothered i am towards the opposite sex.

There's nothing much to say where dating's concerned, haven't gotten any since i came back from Umrah. Neither complaining, nor asking for any.

Adam though, is in London faaaar away from me. Thaaanks ah i needed him to be thaaat far.
But hey, as much as i try to forget or in some cases accidentally do, i just can't block out what he and i had back then in June. It was something. No, it was alot of things actually. Haha. More so, it was fun.

I remember Capiche, i still remember. I remember how the events of that saturday night went and how i felt throughout the entire night. The memories are still fresh,yay.

LOUSY CONCLUSION TO THE POST

There you have it, one of the longest post thus far. I really enjoy side-tracking. Brings out the most opinionated side of me. Fuck, i've been blogging for an hour? Madness. I better get some sleep. Tmr's sunday and it's the laziest day for me. Balls, can't even remember what i did one sunday ago.

Ok so sorry if i've offended anyone in this post. Didn't mean to yeah.

Gooznait now.

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