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I would really want an answer to this:

Why the heck is this yellow fatty getting all the girls? All of them should be standing next to me instead. Why? WHY?!

Is there an underlying relation between sexiness and being yellow in color that was just discovered lately that I do not know of? Is the new color of seduction yellow? When you look at yellow, do you see sexual aura oozing out to you, grabbing you, kissing and caressing you, and…..ahem. Is the new spelling for sexiness, Y.E.L.L.O.W?? Or do I live in a different planet than you do?

I hate that yellow guy. I’ve made the stupid mistake of approving his friends request and now have to endure the torture of seeing loads of photos of him with a bunch of skimpily dressed girls.

And I can’t go pee in the public toilet without constantly looking over my shoulder checking to see if there’s one of them standing behind watching me pee! I’m using Maxis but who knows if the guy in the next stall is a DIGI customer and the stupid yellow guy come into the wrong stall? Hey, anything can happen le.

Stupid stupid yellow guy. Why do you have to be so fat and yet so cute? I kick your ass then you know.

‘Yellow, Very yellow!! VERY VERY YELLOW!!’

Dammit, I have to type that. HAVE TO. It’s been in my head since that stupid commercial. Can’t get it out. Been abusing it to the max when talking to practically everyone. Once we’re talking about something even remotely related to a phone, a phone call, a corner of the house, ANY color, and one of us will be shouting the catch phrase.

It’s a disease, I tell you. It’s the new millenium’s yellow fever.

Sorry, I need to complain about something, I need to destress. I’ve almost had all my weekends in May and June fully scheduled, and I don’t get paid well working weekends. I need to be my own boss as soon as I can.

I was rather delighted and well, a bit suprised that my brother in UK kept in touch with what I do by visiting my blog. Well, the story of our house’s papaya tree caught his eye and  now he never fails to  ask me questions to keep tap on the growth of our beloved papaya tree in every phone call.

It motivates me to write more here. But I’m working on something else that’s been  feeding on my attention and energy, which left me with very little time or focus to update my Friendster blog. So, there will only short updates from now on.

For my dear dear friends, if you can’t get enough of me, just call me will ya?! It’s been a while since I’ve heard from you, haven’t I? We used to talk so much more often, and now the only time I know that we’re still in touch with each other’s life is when someone you and I know is ‘keh poh’ enough to tell me stories about you (that your dog died or your cat gave birth to a six legged pig, etc, etc.), and perform the same duty when they’re with you.

Anyway, I’ve got myself a new toy recently. In my biggest investment (or deinvestment, according to a customer of mine) in my life so far, I’ve got myself a new (well, sort of. It’s 2nd hand, but new to me) car.

After more than six months of searching and visualizing myself driving a Sentra, this baby finally sits in my house now. The power of visualisation, seriously. You will get what you aim for or something better if you use the correct technique of visualization. Not without actually working for it, of course.

I’m extremely poor now. Damn. You guys better ‘belanja’ me more when we go out for meals and the occasional booze fest.

For not updating.

Sorry, I’ve got my hands full.

I can’t live with myself without fullfilling my promises. As promised, I’ve already given the prize for the ‘Guess what my dad is doing’ contest on a post before chinese new year. Thank you all for participating. Here’s the answer:

Will the bugger who recieved the prize leave a comment here to inform the world that I’m a man of my word? A man’s man, at that.

Now before I entertain this urge to deviate to writing more about what a manly man I am, I think better stop here.

See you around. I won’t be here often. I’ve got a life, you know.