just minishorts.

Interesting.

You know, I never thought that we would even communicate with each other again. I sometimes feel a little sad when I think back, especially how ridiculous that people so young can hurt each other so badly. But ultimately it was this… it could have been completed in a classier way, that's the truth.

Of course, what can one expect from someone who's version of class is spelt crass?

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I know I sound vindictive. I can't help it. The years have past, and the feelings have faded, in all honesty its way past my shoulder… it's just that, bygones should remain bygones, and you should never invite the girl you dumped on Valentine's day to your wedding without making earlier efforts to keep in touch and build new friendships. OK in AH BENG speak, you should never drop red samans on someone's doorstep when they've never heard of you for eons.

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Another thing, eh stop dishing out stupid advice. I thought You were the first weirdo to tell me that 'it's actually quite cheap, lemme give you some advice, you should do this and this and this,' but come on, YOU too?

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Sometimes I feel that some people are desperate to keep in touch. Some friends I keep, some friends I choose not to keep. It's a choice I make, and it's a choice that keeps me happy. I don't like being nice to people I don't like being nice to, but proper reality etiquette reminds me that its only polite to be nice to people… even though they're trying miserably. You know I'm being insincere when I'm being sarcastic… so remember, if I ignore you, actually, it's a better thing.

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Note to self: I should pick the other choice - total ignorance. In this place, ignorance, really is bliss.

I'm sorry. I cannot help it. It's such a *snicker snicker* OMG situation. I know I'm poor and my measly earnings are less than a fraction of those 'see me so clever I earn money by ripping off other people's writings' bunch of 'professional bloggers', and I'm in no position to criticize the lots, but I still can't help it. I can't I can't.

I mean, congratulations and all on the wedding, but WTF???? (Link removed)

OK lah, people have cliques and all, and it just so happens that I fall into the stupid group that still believes in the translucence of pure poetry, a.k.a. I shall not put on any ads even if I drop dead and die, group. Or rather, maybe Eric and myself are lucky enough to be able to earn a living as 'professional' human beings, vis-a-vis the fantastico designation of 'pro-blogger' (the evil me believes problogging is a great get-away-job for people who can't otherwise find a job based on personal merit.
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But it's sad. Check out my life. The papers on my desks, the subjection of my poor spirit to the laws that be, and the peasant-like kuih muih and over-sugared teh tarik I 'enjoy' for lunches. The walks I take out where people ask me why I take on a job with a government linked company (you pro-barisan izzit?, they always ask) and the constant haggling I make with the vendors, 'Please give me a good price lah Eric and I are starting out and we need the money for a house… give us the lowest price possible..'

Maybe I should do a wishing well of sorts, then some people might be generous enough to donate to the minishorts is getting married cause?

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Ahem. No. No. I'm against pollution, isn't it obvious? Probloggerwedding… OMG whatever will you guys think of next? MUAHAHAHAH.

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OK lah since I'm at it let me take the opportunity to rosakkan the advertising market sikit, by giving some friends some free publicity. Currently in my most probable-vendors list so far:

Banquet - Bangsar Seafood Garden

Dresses - Pretty In White

Photography - I've got lots of friends in photography so this is a tough choice, but so far its either Leonard & Greg from Front Page Studio or Jon from Ideal Wedding.

Flowers - Pure Seed, Eric has purchased every single one of his bouquets to me from this florist, AT NORMAL PRICE (no discounts one okay), because we're normal people (a.k.a. we are not probloggers who so el-cheapo go ask for discount in exchange for linkage).

Are my discounts extra-extra? Dunno, must do more photography of their stuff kua… see how lah..

Eric and I were walking around in that sleepy old neighbourhood shopping centre called Parkson (at OUG), when we came across this cat.

WTF? It's a cat! No, it's a hot water dispenser.

This looks novel at first sight kan? But definitely NOT for my house, if I woke up mid of the night looking for a hot drink and came across the shadow of this monstrosity… sheesh.

RM229 for this cat some more. GOSH.

OK, btw, friends who know me would know I'm currently addicted to this site. If you love Hello Kitty, you'll probably hate it, but then again, most people who love hello kitty can't resist the site anyway.

Eric my fiance and the quack doctor, has officially diagnosed me as suffering from a serious bout of post-proposal acceptance obsessive-compulsive disorder. He thinks and believes that I'm going way too far ahead in the planning of the impending big day.

'Eh darling, woman, counselling pun belum habis lagi you already stacking yourself up with all the planning and the nutsy stuff…'

My rationale is this, if I settle all the biggies earlier, we can move directly to the more important thing, THE HOME. Ahah! When that happens, and of course, the planning notes and the aftermath and then everything in between will get recorded eh.

… and of course its true, prior to getting proposed to, there wasn't really anything major in my life worth blogging about. I got busy with work, and then being part of LP required that I kept a secret of most of the happenings in LP (you know it's all part and parcel of signing up to be part of that secrety society…), so for many many months I really didn't quite know what to write about.

And then suddenly everything is pounding against my head.. sigh…

But here's the great news: I FOUND THE DRESS wahahahha, eleven months ahead of time!

^_^ I will show it to you after the wedding! AHAHAHAHAH!!!