L'été Abstrait

You wonder as you sit cross legged on that favorite couch of yours, how in the hell did you get here? Ten years ago, you were fourteen, cross eyed, hooked on One Utama and were as single as kraft. Five years ago you were in college, hard up on foosball, Indonesians and smoking in toilets. A month ago you were struggling with the infancy of a newborn magazine, a bunch of new faces and a soon to be non-existent social life. Five minutes ago you woke up sick - again. I also had messages that said, "Congratulations!! It looks fucking awesome!!" from my team. At least that made me feel a little better. Small consolation for a boy who is down and out. The bed is calling me. Must go back to sleep.

Caesar having a chat with one of his Plebians Indecents

I'm in a dillemma. Okay, to be brutally honest i just couldn't care less. I just wanted to vent my frustrations out on my blog. It's been too long since my last. I keep finding the little niggles and imperfections that make a person up. I've gone off the deep end, and dropped into a pool of shallow Hals. For instance: One of them is actually quite attractive, but whenever she smiles, it all goes out the window. I don't know why, but my mother's voice keeps playing in the background. "She has to have nice teeth." Crap. Another girl (who has attracted half the alpha males in my office) is attractive in every single sense of the word. But i just can't see it. I keep hearing the words..M-I-C-K-E-Y...M-O..oh you get the freaking point. I'm such an ass. I think i'm mentally sabotaging myself. Yes, I'm sure of it. One girl who shall remain an unnamed Libran, can't decide what to do with her life. She still can't decide even as we speak...

time running out. don't know if we'll make the window boys. you've worked so hard. you've humbled me immensely. if we can make it for the first week of April, I will honestly cry at the stands. you guys have made this happen. you guys are the real heroes. the bootie boy, that chick with her stick, the OP, the Man, the mangga thazzle..the Agogo. the victory belongs to us all. every single one of us. one more week to go. then we can all blow out the candles this weekend.

*PLEASE FOLLOW THE DRESS CODE* Strictly NO stragglers. For those of you who have already been invited, please dress appropriately. If you're embarassed to attend IN your Pajamas, then bring a change of clothes. You can don your Pajamas once you're inside. Cheers, Hugh.

What does 30 cents mean to you? A couple of sweets maybe. Half an M&M. One 20 sen coin and another 10 sen coin, put creatively together. I have to admit, these days 30 cents won't really get you anywhere. Unless it's a slap off the subsidy the government had placed on our national petrol prices to help 'ease' our troubles. An increase of 30 cents per litre makes a lot of fucking difference. Today, a friend told me that it had cost him RM85 to fill his Proton Putra full to the brim. Four and a bit years ago, it would've only cost him RM55. Four years ago we were still students, and 55 bucks was a week's worth of Dewan Seleras and Teh Tariks. Imagine if we had to fork out 85 bucks then. It's almost a week and a half worth of daily, digestible food. I still remember how we used to hitch a ride with whoever had the most petrol. I knew a friend who filled RM1.50 worth of petrol into her car, just to get home from Sunway to Subang. Try doing that today and I c...