I Moved... Again
I've moved to a new apartment, which is only one floor below
the old one, 2 weeks ago. This time it's gonna be permanent. Sorta. Well, at least for a year. This is where I'll be staying after I get married. It's a partly furnished unit with kitchen counters and stove, air conditioners, water heaters and fancy lightings all over.
So, weeks before that, Lin and I spent a whole day cleaning up the apartment. Sweeping, mopping, wiping, scrubbing, you name it. It was a whole lot of fun.
We can't wait to furnish our first rented new home!
25th Birthday
I’m sitting here thinking
Of a gift I ought to be buying
Something that would leave you feeling
That you are special without saying
Many ideas I was considering
But nothing came close than giving
A promise of my love to you with no ending
And this promise I shall be renewing
With each birthday you’ll be celebrating
Happy Birthday!
My fiancé, my girlfriend, my best friend.
The Husband Store
A store that sells husbands has just opened in New York City, where a woman may go to choose a husband. Among the instructions at the entrance is a description of how the store operates.
You may visit the store ONLY ONCE! There are six floors and the attributes of the men increase as the shopper ascends the flights. There is, however, a catch. You may choose any man from a particular floor or you may choose to go up a floor, but you cannot go back down except to exit the building.
So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband. On the first floor the sign on the door reads:
"Floor 1 - These men have jobs and love the Lord."
She figures she can do better, so she goes up the next flight.
"Floor 2 - These men have jobs, love the Lord, and love kids."
Not bad, she decides, but what about companionship? She moves on.
"Floor 3 - These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids and are extremely good looking."
"Wow!" she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going. She goes to the fourth floor.
"Floor 4 - These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, are drop-dead
good looking and help with the housework."
"Oh, mercy me!" she exclaims, "I can hardly stand it!" Still, she goes to the fifth floor and the sign reads:
"Floor 5 - These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, are drop-dead gorgeous, help with the housework and have a strong romantic streak."
She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the sixth floor and the sign reads:
"Floor 6 - You are visitor 4,363,012 to this floor. There are no men on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please. Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store. Watch your step as you exit the building, and have a nice day!"
Aidilfitri '09
My last
raya as a bachelor. It'll definitely be different next year.
As usual, SELAMAT HARI RAYA MAAF ZAHIR BATIN. Have a blessed Syawal!
Pencil Power
I literally lost contact with the outside world last Sunday coz my simcard was damaged. I cannot make or receive any calls or text messages. So there I was, alone in my apartment. I locked myself in my room and started to draw.
It was my second attempt at drawing this female character. She's a colleague of mine. The smile was the hardest to draw. After all that, it still looks crooked. Oh well. I think I'm better at drawing faces that aren't smiling.
I know
tak jadi sangat, but you can comment anyway.
Reunited
Before I go on and take my shower (just finished cleaning up my room for
raya *lol*), I just wanna say that I hate going to a buffet for
buka puasa. Too damn many hungry people
lah!
Yesterday, a bunch of us
Vandy peeps got together for
buka puasa at
KGPA, Damansara. It's sorta like an informal annual meet-up that we do every Ramadhan. There were tons of food, but I didn't really enjoy them. However, the company was great. Had lots of fun, lots of laughter. Those with kids brought theirs to be introduced to the gang. Amazing how time just flies.
It's ashamed that I didn't get to take any pictures with my iPhone to be shared with you guys. I'm pretty sure some of them folks will post some on Facebook. I'll just wait.
Perfect
Sometimes it is exhausting to be a perfectionist. For once, I'd like to know how does it feel to not care about details that are too small for others to notice or care.
On second thought, maybe not.
