(/edited) @ 9:51am; 28.04.08
ok, this is not a good way to start my week. my father gerbil died earlier this morning, even after i separated it from the gangsta who killed its brother the day before. my father gerbil had an injured tail and thigh, and was limping. it was a really sad sight because that was the original gerbil i got, and was the father to them all. it was just, sad. and i’m grieving right now. some of you might say, “please la, you’ve got so many. one died, it wont make a difference”. sorry, it does. because a life lost, is still a life lost. regardless of its size and significance in my life. i’ll miss you, father gerbil. RIP.
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(/edited) @ 2:11am; 27.04.08
a gerbil died. i noticed something amiss when i saw my gerbils chasing each other and the younger ones just kept whining and crying. i peeked into the tank and pushed the hay a little to check. and there it was. an almost adult gerbil dead. red ants started to crawl all over it. my heart sank. it was painful to remove it’s body and just squirmy for me. i hate taking dead bodies away. i’ve done it umpteen times but i still hate it. i’ve had dead pet rabbits (eh, i think they were dead), dead fishes, dead puppies, dead kittens, dead lovebirds … and before you think im a serial pet murderer, they die out of natural deaths okay.
anyway, while i was trying to remove the body, the rest all crowded around the body, as if to wish their last goodbye. and right after i removed the body, while i was trying to clear the area, the other gerbils started squealing and *ngaps*, i got bitten hard by one of them. it bled, and it hurts like crazy. but i guess they were in pain. and didn’t want to be disturbed. oh well, RIP, gerbil. i’ll miss you.
p/s: trying to cope with death of a pet and watching eternal sunshine of the spotless mind is a bad combo. eurghs!
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the best bf you can ever find. and he’s mine.
i think i’ve gotten myself the best boyfriend in the world, no sweat. i couldn’t make it for the l’oreal warehouse stock clearance so he got up early, parked his car a few blocks away (the crowd was crazy) and walked under the rain surrounded by crazy sales addicted girls to get me my stuffs. like where on earth can you find a bf so schweet? i’m getting a toothache just thinking about it. it was crazy sending a guy who is completely clueless about make up to get me some. i’ve prepared myself by googling the products i want and sending him the photos. but i’m sure he panicked. it was hilarious, i tell you. but i love you, bii! i so truly appreciate what you’ve done for me yesterday. quick come back from kuantan. i haven’t hung out with you for so long. yes, i haven’t. bahs, i’ll make it up to you someday, bii. enjoy kuantan while you’re there!

a superb dinner @ italliannies, the curve. i seriously prefer the outlet in the curve compared to one utama. i’m glad my recent visit changed my perception slightly on the quality of food at italliannies.

celebrating my dad’s birthday @ tony romas, pyramid. nyums! *licks lips*

noodles & yong tau foo from house of fishball, uptown & awesome caffeine-induced drinks from my all time favourite, san francisco coffee.

various pan mee from restoran mee papan, kota damansara. not too bad, but i’d rather choose chili pan mee anytime!

bak kut teh @ yi wan teng (i think it’s ‘one bowl soup’ in chinese) @ damansara perdana.

p/s: i swear, if i see another freaking bastard who stops his car in the middle of the road while struggling to light his cigarette up, i’ll freaking bang his car on purpose. what an ass, with a completely empty skull.
p/ss: omg, i can’t freaking believe aunty lynette went for dinner with peter pan without inviting us! now we’re bugging her for free tickets. haha. they’ve been keeping in touch with her since our previous shoot with them. they think she’s hawt. where can. not fair, right?

first and foremost,

HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY DADDY!
we haven’t decided on where to go for dinner but i’m sure we’ll work something out. i’m on a grey’s anatomy marathon right now. and series like that makes me get all emotional and queasy. yes, queasy. it gets you thinking about things you know. but i love watching them still. i just hate the feeling it gives me. ah, self torture. i love doing this to myself. hence, schadenfreude will continue to remain as my nickname.

awesome pasta, meat & pizzas at porto romano, ttdi.

us at chilis, one utama.

fast food in a week. i was disappointed with my first visit to wendy’s especially since iskii was raving about the food when he was there to test the food before launch. great that we got coupons after iskii sent in the official complaint when he could’ve just complaint directly. LOL!

bak kut teh session with ex-colleagues. the idea of having bak kut teh was great but unfortunately, this was one of the worst i’ve ever had. bleurghs.

seafood dinner @ pantai seafood. nothing much to shout about, i’d say.

various chinese temples around klang valley. very random, i know.

i got myself a new phone last week. or a couple of days ago, for that matter. it was okay. i love it. i thought it was a great decision, buying the k770i over nokia express 5610 (i think). i’d recommend it to anyone who wants a phone that has it all. i got it for a really good bargain since we’ve reached quarter two of the year, so really, go get it.
my gerbils (the two first ones i’ve gotten us) have turned a year yesterday, along with my dad and the many people i know who shares the same birthday. you know, watching series that involves love, relationship, career, life, growing up is not healthy. it gets you thinking, over and over again. if you’ve achieved the things you’ve dreamed of. the things you’ve hoped for. time, will tell. time heals all wounds. time. as how meredith was stressing on, in episode one of season three.
“you have a choice to make. and when i have a choice to make . . . i choose wrong” how true. i love you, meredith. or rather the writers of the series. you come up with the wittiest and memorable lines. i chose wrong myself, but i’m happy.
(/edited) @ 11:12pm; 20.04.08
my passion for music has deepen tremendously. if anyone wants a vocalist for a band, i’d like to audition for it. i can write songs too, you know. but i can’t play any instruments because i’m such a rebellious kid back then and i fought with my piano instructor and skipped my exams. i sucked as a kid and i regret that i did what i did. talented singers i’d like you guys to check out:
brandi carlile
jack johnson
delta goodrem
damien rice (pretty much a cross of john mayer & james blunt)
ingrid michaelson (if you love lisa loeb, you’ll love her)
rachael yamagata
missy higgins
feist.
man, awesome music just makes my day. especially after such an excellent dinner. i’m blessed, indeed.
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*BURPS* yum, orgasmic breakfast. i love cooking on sundays. i love sundays. if i could hug and make love to a sunday, i would. i can’t help but treasure my sundays because it’s my only day off (if i’m lucky). but that doesn’t mean i don’t need to be on standby. to call suppliers. to receive calls from clients. and colleagues. and work related stuffs. but i don’t care. sundays are awesome. i worship my sundays. i DON’T WANT TO WORK ON SUNDAYS. because, i love sundays.
i made good stew two sundays back. and fantastic mac & cheese last sunday. and today, i made orgasmic i-can-pee-in-my-pants *TAKES A DEEP BREATH* cheesy mushroom & scallop with eggs bruschettas. a mouthful it was. an orgasm it gave. sprinkle it with a little bit of herbs, and you’re in cloud nine. especially with a freshly brewed cup of coffee from the espresso machine my bii gave me. so please, don’t take my sun (day) shine away …. *sings into the you’re sunshine tune*

whoever the fucking bastard is, who scratched my car, i hope you fucking burn in hell and get all your innards dug out and be fed to the hyenas of hell. it’s cheng beng (chinese all souls day) and it’s the perfect time for you to rot in hell, asshole.