Not feeling very funny these days, on the contrary in fact.
Everytime I'm down and try to verbalise my emotions, I slip further down the the ditch. Somehow, in the course of writing it out, I compound my unhappiness resulting in a bigger disaster. It doesn't help that at times like these, my iTunes have a penchant to play songs like Daniel Powter - Bad Day and Lindsay Lohan - Confessions of a Broken Heart. So much for Party Shuffle....
Therefore I decided not to write anything substantial. I just wish I could skip this phase of my life. Never did I imagine I would feel this way. Used to think that this will be an eye opening, life changing experience. Well, I guess it still is, just not positively. Nuff said.
Anyway if you haven't realised already, I'm back for the long weekend. Last minute decision, stemming from boredom and one broken heart. Have a happy new year everyone.
Yes, I'm going back today at noon. Where you ask? Back to the life I've been escaping from for these past 2 months. Alas, all good things come to an end. And when loopy is concerned, the unhappiness seem to be all over the place.
Don't worry. It won't kill me. Afterall I survived one whole semester. This is just another series of challenge resulting from one stupid mistake I made a long long time ago.
I'm moving on, looking forward. For I fear if I look back, I might not be able to carry on anymore.
Enuff about regrets. Don't wanna be on this emotional rollercoaster anymore. Boy, I think I'm the only idiot who gets tears welling up in his eyes while blogging. That probably explains the non-existent readership, lol.
Well, this is the last update in awhile (read: weeks/months) so you're more than welcomed to move on with your lives. But if one day, you suddenly wonder about the silly blogger who's sometimes emotional but mostly narcissistic and have no qualms of shedding a tear or two while writing his farewell post, please do check him out.
Thank you and farewell.
Sincerely yours,
Loopy
Before I start, let me point out that I don't dream (the ones you have while asleep) very often.
Naturally, I was pretty surprised when I had not one but two dreams in a night, back to back.
I was on the roof of this very high building, with someone else. Can't remember who. However, I do remember feeling very evil and malicious and overcame by the this sudden urge to kill. Before I knew it, I had pushed him off the building. Suddenly, someone appeared and seeing me do the deed, started running away. I gave chase and eventually caught up to him. God knows how I got the strength, but I restrained him, dragged him to the ledge and forced him over.
That's how the dream ended. The next thing I know, another dream starts.
It was a dog shelter. All of a sudden, the dogs attacked a puppy. The poor thing, unable to defend itself, suffered numerous blows. For a minute, I just stood there, suprised. Then I jumped in and rescued the poor puppy. It was wounded on some parts of its body, its short white fur tainted wif blood. I remember taking it home, and seeing it run around the house without a care in the world, made me so happy.
And that was it. End of dream.
Weird right. One night, two dreams of two extremes. They say dreams reflect your sub-conscious. I never knew I was so twisted. However, I have been told that I can be an absolute jerk when I want to and an innocent angel then next minute if it suits me. It's a coping mechanism, everyone can do it right? Right?
Went to a BBQ last Thursday. My friend bestowed me the responsibility of being camera-person of the night. Naturally I went around annoying the shit out of ppl, lol.
Below is the only picture of me from that night. I was actually trying to cover the lens with my palms while laughing my head off. Kudos to Fabled Cat for his quick hands, lol. He really is good with the camera.
So I finally had the haircut I was talking about. In fact, I did it on Tuesday and it has completely turned my non-existent sex life around. All of a sudden, I'm the talk of town, invited to every single party worth going to and hit the lottery.
Ok, so maybe not.
Basically, I went to my regular place on Tue afternoon, with my beloved sister. Afterall she needed a trim as well and two beautiful ppl is always better than one. Thankfully, there was only one person there so we immediately proceeded to the hairwash.
This guy started washing my hair. Anyway, it started off as eventful as any other hairwash. He was nice enuff to stop and give me the second to lean forward when I wanted to put away the magazine I was reading browsing. Incidentally, said magazine was in Chinese. Now you know how into it I was.
A foamy head later, we went over to wash off the shampoo. That's where the fun started.
So he laid me down, vertically, wif my head in the, for lack of a better word from my limited vocabulary, sink. There I was, on my back, feeling all vulnerable and he stood above me.
He started off by hosing down the shampoo from my hair and simultaneously running his fingers all over the top of my head. He had this very gentle touch, with fingers even more delicate than mine! I swear! Scouts honour.
I think he spent a good minute running his hands through my hair. God, I never knew my hair was so good to touch and that someone would find it so irresistible, lol.
Then he started rubbing my ears, not forcefully, but very delicately. Caressing them. He had my earlobe between his thumb and index finger, rolling it between them. Slowly, his index finger trailed the underside of my ear, inching up. His fingers running over the back of my ears, daintily while his thumb explored the upside of my ear. He spent a good 5 minutes admiring my ears. Every single touch and stroke sending electricity down my spine.
Suddenly, he spoke and I opened my eyes. His head was directly above mine. I could feel his breath, he was speaking to me but I couldn't hear him.
And for a minute, I thought he was gonna attempt something like this.
Two pardon's later, I finally heard what he was saying to me. Turns out, he was asking if I had someone specific who I wanted to cut my hair. (The place has more than one stylist)
I told him who I wanted and he went back to caressing my ear. Once everything was done, I went back to my chair and waited for the cut.
The whole debacle was really weird... And no, I didn't get turned on or something. It's just not everyday I get my ear caressed I guess...
what MILF means?
That's where Yahoo! Answers come in.
On the bright side, my hair will dry much faster.
I'm freaking dizzy and dying to go to bed yet my damp mane refuses to dry. I think I'm gonna pass out soon...
It's decided.
I'm gonna cut my hair short again, so much for growing it out over the past two months.
All these while I've happily accepted and ignored comments from ppl telling me that I look better with short hair but I'm finally drawing the line when an unfamiliar acquaintance remarks, upon seeing my current photo, "I thought loopy very lengchai (handsome) wan?"
What a sad sad day...
I should have known today would be a bad day. Afterall, it's not everyday that you receive calls at, freaking 5AM!
I don't even remember what I said to the girl the first time but I do remember the second call.
"Hello, Mr. Azmi please."
"No such person." At least that's what I think I mumbled anyway.
"You're the guy just now right." She asked.
"Yea."
Evidently, I'm not very chatty in the middle of the night. WHO THE HELL IS??!!
Anyway though I was half-asleep, I do remember she spoke very good English.
Then came another call. This time, it was a guy. Again, asking for the wretched Mr. Azmi.
"Wrong number." At this point, I was quite pissed oredi.
Though in my half-conscious state, I could hear the same girl speaking to they guy in the background. "See, I told you. The number is not right."
I didn't wait on the line anymore. Instead I hung up, turned off the phone and went back to bed.
The calls must have cursed me cuz I developed a fever in the evening. But that didn't stop me from dragging my ass to watch Narnia later at night. I guess, the fact that I already bought the tickets was a great motivation, lol.
BTW, when I did turn on my phone, there were 3 misscalls from the same number. Those idiots just don't give up. Though I do have a nagging feeling that they were some losers silly teenagers with sad pathetic lives playing pranks on the unsuspecting public. Thankfully I got enough beauty sleep. Still looking good.
Kenny from South Park
Not him la,Kenny Sia! The famous fat overweight chubby plump big tits Malaysian blogger. If you haven't heard of this guy before, well then I love you. Ok, so I don't really love you but I'll have no problem telling you that anyway. Afterall, I'm very generous with words.
Anyway dear kenny has recently launched a contest, promoting a local photobook service. Some ppl accused him of selling out (to commercialism) but personally, I think he's just an attention whore and so am I.
Below is my personal submission to the contest.
That's my awe inspiring entry guys. I have a feeling I'll be receiving my price in the mail really soon. *claps with glee*
PS. There's nothing wrong with the screenshots. I'm just showcasing my artistic streak and the non-perfectionist side of my good looking self.
When you were 10, you remember getting into a fight with your best pal (whom you quickly sold out for a chance to play with the new kid's GameBoy) and then ignoring him, when he asked you to lend him your pen-cil.
Fast forward 50 yrs later, and you're still doing the same thing. Some ppl grow up, but you and the Chinese premier, just grow old.
Yup, that's the ASEAN summit currently held in KL.
See, our PM's so gracious. Much more sensible compared to the Chinese premier, typical siu hei gwai (literally short-tempered ghost).
Anyway I imagine Pak Lah "smiling broadly" like this -
Original news article here.
Just yesterday a fren was complaining that I seldom post photos these days. I promised I'll put one up in the next six months, lol. Well, guess what, turns out, neither of us have to wait that long.
Was just browsing through some old photos and came across this.
God, I dun even wanna think how long ago that was. I used to really like this picture. I like it a little less now cuz I'm just not used to seeing myself look like that anymore, lol. It's a great picture though, one I, for lack of a better word, treasure. This is my one and only picture taken wif fat ass my dear fren/classmate cum partner/crap-mate.
Dude, just wanna let you noe that you're not forgotten and those torturous days (called school) spent beside you were the best. You deserve a great fren like me, lol.
Tonight free? Maybe watch Narnia or Aeon Flux followed by yumcha. I'm asking (so and so).
That was the message I sent out to a few friends.
I've got no transport tonight. Sorry. Maybe next week.
Dunno lar, see how. Think maybe not.
Sorry dear, I'm down with the flu.
Good try.I'm still in KL, lol. Coming back on Wednesday.
And those were the replies I received in return. Damn! So I'm spending my night typing this post. I swear everyone's involved in this evil scheme to make me rot at home.
Then I was complaining to one of them that I'm never doing the co-ordinating again. This is the second time I've tried to get this group of frens together and the first time didn't take off as well.
"This is why I don't dare to plan. Surely lots of problems will arise," he lamented. "Furthermore I don't have any influence at all. Think no one will bother replying me also."
Does this mean I'm not influential enuff?? Damn!
Oxford (Dictionary, not the uni) has picked 'podcast' as the word of 2005.
Undeniably, it has stirred my yearning for the iPod, which I had every intention of getting till it ran out of stock all over the island republic over the causeway.
To make matters worse, yesterday I received a phone call that reignited my desires, turning them into a huge scorching bonfire.
Santa (not her real name) asked me what I wanted.
"You don't have to get me anything."
"You sure? Isn't there something you want? Do you want an iPod?"
And my heart stopped skipped a beat.
Taking a deep breath, "I'd be lying if I said I don't want one. It's unnecessary. You don't have to bother getting me anything. Serious."
Laughing her head off, "Ok ok, how bout video games? You used to be into them right? Do you still play? The new XBox 360 just came out."
"That's even more over the top. I've got no time to play these days (lie) anyway. Plus I won't be able to make use of it in uni (am I hinting something??)."
"Fine fine. What do you think _____ will like?"
Santa, why do you have to entice me like this.... Seriously, you don't have to get me anything. But in the off chance that you do, but you don't need to, but insist on getting it anyway, even though I've said countless times that it's unnecessary, a 5th Gen iPod would be great. But you don't have to k.
Yesterday Pinkie called me out, not because she misses me but cuz she needs someone to use and I just happen to be the best candidate, lol.
A mutual acquaintance had come to town and she was playing host. Surprisingly, I did not experience any hesitation when she asked me to help entertain him. Think I'm not being myself lately, lol. Or maybe she has me under her spell, lol.
So we went for a movie, easiest way to waste two hours. I told her to pick the movie and we ended up wif Perhaps Love. Incidentally I was quite interested in the movie as well, thus was rather pleased with her choice.
However, the movie turned out to be a disappointment. The singing were below par and overall, not very polished. So much for the first commercially produced chinese musical, which turned out to be not a true musical at all. The easiest way to describe it would be - a normal movie intermitted by singing.
The highlight of the entire outing came right after the movie. As we were exiting the cinema, heading for the escalator, I spotted someone checking me out. Trust me, I know when I'm being checked out cuz I do my fair share of oogling at other ppl, lol. It doesn't have to be said that I was quite pleased, afterall she was quite cute herself - from what I had gathered making a nonchalant glance.
As fate would have it, she ended up right behind me on the escalator.
"Not cute la." I heard her friend say. "Very normal only."
"He's soooooo cute. I wanna marry him and have his baby."
Maybe she didn't exactly say that, lol, but just the same. Anyway it would have been nice if her pal digged me too, lol, but I'm not that greedy. I'll take what I can get, lol.
Everyone of us has many memories of our secondary (high) school days, some good ones and some not so. Below is an experience that's somewhat in between, you don't know whether to laugh or cry over it.
I just finished an exam paper. It was exam season, don't remember if it was mid-term or finals. Who cares anyway. There I was, wondering around, gracing ppl with my presence socialising during recess.
Then I spotted two of my classmates, let's call them BigHeaded Baboon (for convenience sake) and Male Chauvinistic Pig (not a coincidence). From afar, I saw them talking, with BigHeaded Baboon's back facing me. Naturally, I approached them.
I heard my name spoken, so I stepped closer. Unknown to BHB, I was right behind him and could hear every single word he was saying. I could see MCP's eyes widening when he realised my presence (he was facing BHB) yet he didn't say anything, just stood frozen on the spot.
"(Me) cheated in the exam. They're all a bunch of cheaters. And they're gonna do well. It's not fair."
And still, I stood there, glaring at them. BHB noticing MCP's constipated look, realised something was amiss and turned around. That look of surprise mixed with horror is still etched in my memory. I gave him a soul piercing stare, turned around and starting walking away.
Then I started chuckling, silently of course. If you're gonna play a bitch, then make ppl believe you are one, lol. Seriously, I wasn't offended. Not even slightly. Instead, I found the whole scene amusing. It was always my impression that episodes like these only happen in movies (or chinese drama serials), lol. Guess not.
Though for the life of me I can't remember if I really committed fowl play, but that's not the point.
The next time you wanna bitch about someone, don't! Or at least get some privacy. There's a saying in Cantonese which roughly translates into
"Don't bitch about ppl during the day, don't crap about ghosts at night."
Haha, well not exactly but you get the drift.
Below is an excerpt of my IM conversation.wandering friend says:
u got hamachi?loopy says:
i have tamagochi
Hamachi, tamagochi, kuaci, shu qi, they're all the same.
Dun have any narcissistic thoughts or experiences to share so I'll give everyone a break today. I know I'll be missed but don't worry, I'll be back real soon. Promise! *pinkie swear*
Over the weekend, I went down to Singapore. Hence the lack of updates. And before that, I was too lazy to write, haha.
Thought I'd write something since I did travel over a thousand kilometers (two way), afterall you can't cross the causeway and not have a story to tell.
Seriously, it was pretty uneventful, plus I had my hands full. Didn't exactly walk around. The highlight of the trip has to be the bus ride back. Yes, my trip was that pathetic.
Anyway, it was going to be just another bus ride, albeit an excruciatingly long one. Then this person walked on the bus and I couldn't take my eyes off. Cute, and showing just the right amount of skin, haha. Actually not that stunning but considering the awful state of affairs, I had to lower the standards somewhat a little, haha. Simply my type.
It doesn't need to be said that I stole glances every single chance I got, and occasionally stared outright when I thought I wouldn't be caught, hehe.
Gosh, I think I came close to visually raping someone, had my conscience not stood in the way.
Ahem, what I'm trying to say is that I was taken by the mere sight of someone and it made my day. *Grin like a fool*
- I'm loopy
- From Neither here, nor there
- I dunno and frankly, I dun care either...
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