My dear frens... I am dying.



Cause I went jogging. JOGGING. That bipedal form of that accursed activity called EXERCISE. Why I did it... I will never know. Suffice to say, I am seriously out of shape. Like heart attack type of decline... where the heart attacks the brain to tell it to FUCKIN slow down or it will DIE! And death my dear dear frens, is never a good thing when applied to gorgeous pple like me.
I ran along Hanover road, a quick jog... which deteriorated to an ungainly amble halfway down it, which then became something I would like to call semi-crawling, where I am still on my feet, but moving at the snail-like crawl of a well.... snail. No mean feat I assure you. Short of breath, slight dizziness, perpetual fear that I was gonna die of a heart failure. It just kept pumping. Thank God.

Interesting day at work today. Was my ASM 's (note: Assistant Store Manager) bday today. So wished her many happy returns when I came into work, then idly before break time, asked her what sort of muffin was nice at Muffin Break. The plan was to sneakily get her a muffin to represent, u guessed it, a nice, thoughtful bday muffin, thus endearing myself to her heart and i wun be fired so casually no more.
Of course, plans can be ruined. Ruined by backstabbing managers who perpetually desire to fire hardworking asian ex-Singaporean PR, current Malaysian/Australian PRs. She came on on her day off 10 minutes b4 my break, in her hands a plate of chocolate mudcake with small candles poking out of it. It was a disgustingly sweet gesture. And my thunder was stolen alas. I must watch my back now.
We sang bday song, blew out candles, and kept the cake in the fridge cause it aint break yet.

Sad thing I found out today. ASM's bf broke up with her on the day b4 her bday. Now that, beats my SMS shit hands down. It is horrid. It is FUCKED. Pple who do that shld die a death of ants on balls, bees in his eyes. And an elephant screwing him up his ass TO DEATH. Note to you young limber boys out there who desire gfs. DO NOT DUMP GFS ON BDAYS. YOU WILL DIE.
Her bf did send her fl0wers though. She wasn't very impressed.

Has it been a good couple of days? Have I finally found some semblance of joy in my otherwise semi-sad life of mine?

Well, aint the happiest moments of my life but I did have a rather grand bit of fun recently. Take monday, which was yesterdae, for instance.
Had school, broke some fren barriers, received an extremely hard report to edit for my final assignment. Discovered how screwed i was for the second assignment. Really, I must do the two of them these next weeks so I might disappear for a bit.
Night came and I hurried down to Soft Belly, 367 Lt Bourke St, btwn Queen and Elizabeth St, which incidentally, was where my cousin had his 21st.
The girls were supposed to meet there for Shan's and Rathi's dinner. Or so I thought.
There was nobody at Soft Belly. Not a soul. Puzzled, I called them up and found out to my horror that there was a msg to meet at Ii Gamberio instead sent to everyone.
I didn't get a msg.
I had to go all the way back to Lygon. Far far away lygon. Far far FAR away lygon. Sigh
I got there with the good ole tram, and reached there, and had fun chatising pple, catching up and making fun at Shan's expense.

And for ur viewing pleasure:



Me and the birthday twin! Was glad she enjoyed my card. Cause i have no money to spend on her. I lie. I am a bastard.



From left: Rathi that ultra-stressed bday girl of indeterminable age, Manli decked in a gorgeous necklace, that twin once again and this beautiful boy that nobody can really resist now can they? I love that striped top!



Let's try this again



There we go! We are really pretty! So pretty! Like a rainbow in weed time!

Dinner done. We went home where I bunked with Derek.

Next day (today), had lunch with neth and nelly at curry place, then hopped over to Vic Mart to buy Nelly some nuts. Somehow she craved nuts. All those nuts without bananas.
Then I bought a couple of cds, a Handsome Boy Modelling School one, and an Accousitc Vol 3 mix. Both of which, I am glad to say, are satisfactically good. Hip hop and accoustic stuff... who could resist?
Went to the cinemas after that to watch Thank You For Smoking, which is an interestingly hilarious film about a spin doctor defending tobacco companies, while trying to remain a good role model to his son. Though the premise isnt too original, the style is definitely refreshing. It is funny, and you will laugh. The feel at the end is a little too nice, though it is an enjoyable ride to the finish. CAtch it!!!!!

ok, no more, fingers are tired.... seeyaaaa

Argh and double argh. It's a bad sign when a person feels down after watching a comedy... can it... a romantic comedy to extrapolate things.
Just caught Girl Next Door, and while the plot aint exactly great (all over the place actually... very unbelievable, far-fetched stuff), its pretty ok. Just brought me down a couple of notches from the hot girl, the love between the two... and just general stuff i find lacking in life. Its pretty grey here atm.
Yes, I know, I'm being maniacly (spelling) depressing again, and you dun like to read such sombre thoughts on a once gay and rainbow-like journal.

So.

Let's dwell into more mundane details of my ever-exciting life shall we?

Friday night popped by Melba Hall in Melbourne Uni to see my sis perform. She plays the trumpet there and was blocked by the 234235256 strings they have there. But the concert was pretty good. Very decent repetoire except for crappy choir. Seriously, they are useless. It is not a good sign when altos out-sing the sops. And the songs they sing are booooring. 2, 3 parts. Thats it.

Er... Sat was work, and I got to play Hiphop music. Aint that a blast? At home was dinner and then watched Derailed, which was unsettling to say the least. The human psyche is fucked to say the least.

Did nothing today other than bummed and walked about in Glenferrie.

And many of my frens are disappearing. I'm losing frens. And I'm a very sad man.

*hugs Licia*

peace out. and all that jazz.