just minishorts.

I’ve got sunshine, on a cloudy day
And when it’s cold outside girl I’ve got this girl, FA
Oh I guess you’d say who can make me feel this way
The angel, talkin’ ’bout Fireangel!!
I’ve got so much honey the bees envy me
I’ve got a sweeter song baby than the birds in the trees
Oh I guess you’d say who can make me feel this way
The angel, talkin’ ’bout Fireangel!!
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
I don’t need no money, fortune, or fame
I’ve got all the riches baby one mangirl can claim
Oh I guess you’d say who can make me feel this way
The angel (angel, angel), talkin’ bout Fire-angel (angel)
Queen of all angels (wooo hooo hooo..)
On a cloudy day with my girl
I’ve even got the month of May with fireangel…
Talkin’ ’bout, talkin’ ’bout Fireangel
Talkin’ ’bout my Fireangel (woo hoo hoo…)

MUST VISIT: The Official FireAngel Fansite

BECAUSE I SAID SO! Yay!

EXTRA! EXTRA! The news is out: FireAngel is still single, because she is very very picky. Oh dear, oh dear. Can you guys please, please, please, make your move? Say you love her already. I want my friend to get the bestest of the best. Tell her why she's hot and why YOU should be THE ONE!

Pardon me for being a wee bit overdue on the topic, but Albert's comment just only caught my eye this morning:

My initial answer would be to check the shape of your butt. Then I remembered that I was asked if you lost weight, and so I looked. Now when I think of it, it was a non-virgin butt.

OH MAN! ROTFLMAO! Albert oh Albert, what on earth is a 'non-virgin butt'?

If I don't want to see the butt leh? Can I still come to a pretty accurate deduction on a person's (man/woman) deflowered status? Tips please. You learn new things every day, and I think I'd like to learn some new stuff today.

Haven't done one of these in a while. Here we go…

I got too lazy to make my own curry puffs, so I bought a huge pack of them .

Took out nine puffs when they're still in their frozen state.

Cooking oil. The oil has got to be very hot, and the puffs go in while they're still frozen. 'supposed to fry them puffs till they're golden brown…

Dump them into the hot hot oil. NO WATER please, or else you'll get splashed with oil.

Okay, I am NOT a very good cook. That puff looks a bit burnt… nvm still can eat.

Dish out, and pat dry with some tissue towels to remove the excess oil

Ready to serve!

Very nice to eat, and great as bring-ins for pot-luck parties.

Hehe. I only get to do these sort of thing during weekends when I'm not so busy!

Give me a moment for this.

I watched Flight Plan today at the really ultra comfortable Cinema 9 at GSC 1 Utama. Oh man.

Some periods I lapse.

If you're the man I called a 'fucker' this afternoon during the movie, and if you're reading this blog ever, can I say I'm sorry?

I didn't want to say it just now.

I wanted to say that you're pathetic.

But I thought it was sad for me to allow someone like you to ruin an otherwise wonderful, and very rare, one-on-one date that I get to enjoy with my boyfriend.

Eric and I are really busy people, and even though we see each other almost every day, there's hardly opportunities for us to be alone together, much less enjoy a stroll in a public place together. It was supposed to be a great day, head off to Bandar Utama, to get some stuff at the Sony Warehouse Sale, and then rush to 1 Utama to catch a movie (Flight Plan, oh man the show wasn't very good but this is not a review), then maybe get some shoes for the boyfriend, get my BB lip gloss. It was supposed to be a good day.

And then you had to ruin it by interrupting me in the middle of it, saying that I spoke too loudly during the show.

Did I?

I didn't notice you and your wife (I assume its your wife) french kissing under the covers, or the public displays of affection beside my seat. I get excited during movies you see, and sometimes, I get overexcited. I went, 'Oh man, what's wrong with this woman.'

It could have been about Jodie Foster, but maybe, it was about the wife.

The lady who sat in front of me had a ringing cellphone, the man who sat across the aisle had a crying baby.

But no, you had to bend over, and act like a hero, 'Look, could you keep your opinions to yourself, I'm trying to watch a movie here.'

I should have said sorry. I didn't. I should have said, 'Oh.' I didn't.

Instead, I did something very irrational, and out of anger, I pretended to spill the water in my bottle over your wife.

And you did something. You reached over, and said to me, 'Look, you have a problem, its with me. Don't touch her.'

I'm sorry.

I'm having my mood swings. You didn't know it. You hurt my feelings. You didn't know it. You made me lose my cool. You didn't know it.

But I did lose my cool. And the whole lot of 'reputation' that I had built for myself.

Who was there today? Who saw minishorts lost her cool today?

Oh Gawd. Was it embarassing.

Can I say it was because of the Menstrual Witch?

You didn't see it.

But I can say one thing to the man who made me lose my cool today, 'I'm sorry.'

I had many other things to say too, I have other thoughts. I planned the things I should have said, but as Eric said to me, 'Oh well, don't do it again. Don't go to that level.'

I ought not too.

So I'm saying it again. If you're reading this, or the people who saw me saying to the man's wife just now, 'Your husband, or your boyfriend, is an ass shit who doesn't have any respect for other people's space.'

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to lose my cool.

Its the Menstrual Witch.

But they didn't know it. You didn't know it.

What you need to know is just this. I'm sorry.

I love memory lanes. I love to think about the silly things I did, like cutting off the hair on my barbie doll's head thinking it would grow out, or the time when I used to stuff story books between the spandex of my pyjamas just to bring them to the loo, and feign a very bad stomach ache when Mum screamed to ask me to get out of the toilet.

Memory lanes are usually nice strolls to take. Usually. Sometimes, the stroll down the lane gets a bit dreadful. You know, the occasional bump when you meet someone from the past, a horrid shadow of a person that should never had been given a place in your past.

And yet its there, like a haunting willow o' wisp. Hiding between the happy thoughts, like a damp disgusting reminder that things were sometimes bad too.

Yes, yes I'm talking about THAT STUPID BUGGING PIG FACE OF AN EX BOY FRIEND OR A BASTARDIZED BITCH OF AN EX BEST FRIEND WHO PROLLY DESERVES LIFE IN YOUR VERY OWN DESIGNED 18TH STOREY OF HELL IF YOU HAD YOUR WAY AS GOD.

We all have people like that in our lives. The dudes we want to hate. Oh well, I'm not so kind and forgiving so I'm more generous with the descriptives. I'm okay with people who're kind and sweet and loving who tell me, 'You ought to let it go…' Oh come on, I'm sure deep deep deep inside even though you say you've forgotten these ugly memories, you TOO wished that these people didn't fuck it up for you, or made you act like a wimp who didn't know right from wrong. I'm sorry that I still refer to these buggers with expletives but look, words are the only ammunition I have when I talk about people like this so kill me lah like I give a damn.

So yeah, if I were God, I would send these buggers to hell adi. But unfortunately I'm not God, so no, I can't build a hell for fuckers like these… and because of that they're happily living their own lives in the way that only idiots can understand.

I know a lot of people read my blog and I understand that some of you may be the stupid people who crossed my holy's path a while back. Oh well, if you dunno who I'll tell you who.

1) You sod of a machaochibye who fugging thinks you're so smart, well hello your entire mid term project was COMPLETED and EDITED by me me me, plus you took my my my book and never returned to me and when you returned it to me it was fucking soaked in rain water because you got no brains to wrap it up in plastic wrappers first.
2) You wanking woman who think you so damn pretty when you were young, hello that's because you were young and now hello you're a frigging old maid ok… you're still dating the guy since like forever and you frigging used to call me up to talk about 'could have beens'? PUHLEESE, if you were smarter you would have been hitched by now…
3) You pig-faced idiot who called me up to tell me to CHOOSE MY FRIENDS correctly because you guys were my real friends and the idiots who I hung out at uni were idiots who didn't know my life… like knncb go fug yourself lah look in the mirror btw, you know why your head so big, its because your dick too small that's why…

If you're one of the many people above who fucking think that you can go around pointing at my site saying, 'Oh I know her once… yada yada…' and you want a piece of this thing I'm enjoying now by saying that you used to go to school with me or whatever bull you can shit to your friends I can tell you to shove your hopes up your ass and go dive into the sea and sink down and DIE DIE DIE you idiots. GO MATI lah better I don't need memories like you.

Alas.

If I can wipe these people off the slate.

But I can't.

But if I had my way… I would. And I WOULD DO THESE:

1) To the evil ex bf: I would bitch slap you, shove that wet book down your throat, and then cut off your dick and cut off your balls, mince them up and cook curry and feed it to the fish in the sea. BLAH
2) To the evil ex-best friend: Well, I wanted to do a million things to you, but fate caught up with you first. I actually pity you you know. So I would wish you well.
3) To the evil friend who said I should choose my friends: Yes. I chose my friends. And am I glad I took that advice. I wouldn't want to be seen anywhere with you big bunch of ah piangs recently… you look like pathetic lame wits who can't, even, ha, ha, string a proper English sentence together using grammatically correct particles.

If you think you can take a piece of the me–who I am now, well I say this, you can go and SOD IT. Because I want no part of you.

You know how you get latest photos from the people in the past, that update you on what's happening in their lives now? The frigging ugliness of the people mentioned up above in this post… just makes me keel over, rolling on the floor in morbid laughter. OH MAN. Am I glad I cleaned up.

BTW. If you had your way, what would you do to the people who crossed your paths and ruined your beautiful memory lanes with ugly scars? Tell. Tell.