It's been 15 Days, some Hours, Minutes and of course, Seconds.

Been busy. This and that. I hope everyone's doing fine...what with finals here and all. Not mine of course. I already hold my exam result slip in my hands for the past three weeks at least and have known its contents through my university website for more than two times that period.

Anyhow, I'm trying to waste some time before I go house hunting in awhile. Nothing like it really. I love looking at new house designs. Gives me ideas for my miniatures (not that I've laid down the foundations on the first one, based on a story written...well, in my head really).

But today, I'm not looking for a home (family business that). I'm going to look for a place to stay during my duration at UTAR and who knows, maybe longer. What's for sure is this temporary place is going to be in PJ, somewhere within walking distance to Section 13. When I get a place, you'll all be welcome to visit...prior call required of course.

Btw, has anyone been to Bkt Antarabangsa lately...particularly the area called Bukit Utama? The new houses being built there are gorgeous. Absolutely, fantastically gorgeous. Go check out the show house if you have nothing else better to do this coming holidays. As for me, I'm heading in the opposite direction. Down south to Klang. I heard there were pretty places there with cheap price tags. ^^; REALLY cheap, compared to what I've seen lately and trust me, I've seen quite a number.

Shall we go one round when the holiday's started (for you of course, not me. again)? I'd love to photograph those pretty places....though lots of it had this irritating 'No Camera' sign outside. Whatever.

Oh, and Happy Birthday to Y-H. Dah tua la.

1 Utama, 1 Love

I've been whining for some time about finding the perfect overnight (or maybe a couple more nights) bag for myself. I looked everywhere possible. Somehow, the perfect-sized bag was apparently not so hot a size in the market. Nobody seemed to be able to find the Be Be Boston bag I wanted. Heck, I even had a shop check the main office if they had stock available. The only answer I got was that they had the orange one (that looked like a horrible mesh between Halloween and St. Valentine's Day) and the pink one.

Not that I have anything against pink but it simply did not measure up against the red coloured one which Jusco had but the design of the bag was different and noticeably smaller than the one I wanted. A big 'X' from my mother. Oh, well. She's paying after all.

I was wandering (not lost, I don't get lost. Just doesn't happen) in 1U with my family a couple of weeks ago when I came across a luggage shop. It's become my habit to glance in the direction of such shops in the hopes that I will find the bag I wanted to much. I saw the familiar pattern then.

And it was...pink. And orange....don't forget the orange one.

^^;

Here's the bag. I didn't have time to process the other pics.


As they say, beggars cannot be choosers. Ah, not that I am one. I've just completely fallen for the old gold E design. Pink's just another shade of red after all.

Next buy-buy post will be on the cuter things I acquired from Chiang Mai.

One Way for Future Writers to spend their Free Time

I was bored. P and JF were also bored. We were bored out of our mind during one of those frequent five hour breaks in between classes. And people wonder why we are in the university so early in the morning and are still always the last few people to leave. It's the ridiculous class schedule that has us wasting lots of time, hanging around PJ.

I suggested the three of us sneak into the always empty, air-conditioned Conference Room to play the Three Word game. The rules are simple. Every person takes their turn to write three words to continue the story. Other than that, anything goes. So, here was the result of that afternoon session.

P is represented by Baby Blue
JF is represented by White
Mm is represented by Coral Pink

"Die, die, die,"
was the song
that he thought
would make it
or maybe...her
last words if
she shut the
door tight on
his lower member.
She would have
him if he
would only say
"Take me baby
or else you
should shop someplace
to eat more
char kuey teow
, and meatballs filled
with chicken meat.
Mm*, you
are goddess-like because
Joshua would look
at your large
eyes and go
pee someplace where
proper urinals exist.
His pants got
wet yesterday because
it was raining
, like days ago
when he peed
with much style
and bad aiming.
He peed on
Monday, Tuesday and
every night on
his own bed
of roses at
a kinky alleyplace.
He was serviced
by Mm*
in his dreams.
Mm* slapped
herself real hard
because Pauline was
killing Joshua with
a teddy bear
labelled 'I heart'.
His extreme horniness
was undeniable underrated
in the next
few horny weeks.
"Lies," he says
to Satan himself
and got castrated
, well...figuratively not
because actually he
was boiled alive
by the hot
Korean BBQ plate.
So Satan said,
"I was wrong,"
to Pauline, his
archenemy in God.
Eating a large
durian by himself
made him fart
like Mm*
during bluemoons only.
But Joshua burps
softly and politely
farts by himself,
and shits longer by Pauline
by about two
days and five
long and neverending
, painful and suffocating
years. So Joshua
asked M if
she'd kindly inform
P that J
Chong was the
father or son?

*Name has been altered to protect the innocent. That would of course be, me.

How did you like our story?