On a different note, I am suspecting the maid is wearing my night bra. I found my old night bra in her room yesterday and I saw the old bra and one of my current night bras hanging side by side in the laundry area tonight.
P.S. I am shitting while typing thi! A true multi-tasker, I would say :)
10k is a childhood friend of mine; we know each other existed but were not close until we were around twelve years old. Close, as in, close enough to know that we did not (and do not still) get along well. We could not stop bickering at each other and I remember his aunt once said that we will bring the house down if we live together. It is definitely an overstatement because we just happened to live together and the house we lived in was standing solid. By lived together, I mean we rented an apartment but occupied different bedrooms for a period of nine months.
It is in that particular nine months, our friendship had taken its toll. Till today, I do not know what had happened before and the next thing I knew was that 10k had taken a liking on me. 10k, being a normal adolescent with his hormone raged up, hinted to start a relationship over and over to which I rejected again and again. My only point to reject him was that we have clashed personality; we could not even agree over a tiny matter and we practiced a cold war every two or three days -please believe me- for pretty much the entire nine months period. To me, the nine months felt like ninety months; I was physically exhausted and mentally traumatized (due to an action which I shall not explain further). I guess he did not like this dampened situation better than I did, and to my euphoria he decided to relocate thousands of mile away. This is how we lost contact with each other, I swear it was an enlightenment moment.
Fast forward few years later, an episode of freaky occurrences start to spring up. One night, I suddenly dreamt of 10k. I thought it was weird because I have not talked or seen him and not even thought of him all these years and all of a sudden, he appeared in my dream. Imagine my shock when I received an email from him the next day. After five years of absence, he wrote one (nasty) sentence message the day after I dreamt of him. Well, he apologized the next day quoting he was drunk when sending the email; I simply ignored both emails for fear he might haunt me again. Few years later, I thought of him on a spur of moment. Still unprepared, imagine my shock when a mutual friend of ours called me the next day. Apparently, 10k told the mutual friend a staggering rumor about me and she wanted to confirm with me. Yesterday, I dreamt of 10k again! "it is Joseph, isn't it?" referring to whom I was attached to. Well I do not know what to expect tomorrow but, after going through them before, I think I will be in a less shocking state of mind.
I have the feeling that 10k is out there to ruin my reputation. I admit that I am slightly bias due to the latter dream, but I have an evidence of him circulating a false information about me involving a rich man.
I am totally amazed by myself!
How do I amass up to 18.6% fat in a span of three months???
I believe the sudden gain weight is due to (which I have been told by the neurologist I visited) a side effect of migraine medication that I have taken but the mommy thinks it is majorly due to my lack of discipline bleh.
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I sprayed my whole face with deodorant this morning. What sadden me further is that when I realised that there is no cure (as yet) for stupidity.
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I am writing this post from a desktop in Genting's hotel room; the suite's internet connection is so slow that it is possible to put my hometown's dial-up connection into glory.
The parents are extremely good at impulse traveling. The term 'plan' is probably not well acknowlegded in their dictionaries. Take today as an example, I woke up in the morning and was greeted with "we are going to Genting in the afternoon" and so I rushed to the clinic that I have an 11 o'clock appointment, then rushed back home to pack for an overnight stay and went straight to the airport to buy the next available flight to KL. Daddy made a call to reserve hotel rooms just before we departed. Just.like.that.
Anyway, I purchased a pair of stunning high heels recently and brought them along to this trip because Genting is the only place that requires minimal walking. Since the pair is gladiator heels and I am rather skewed to petite size, I decided to match the stilettos with a hot pant to visually lengthen my legs. Nothing prepared me for the remainder of a staff in the VIP entry door who whispered something like I should get changed first because my pant is too short. Frankly, I don't see the relevance between being sexy and gamble but I didn't ask for extra explanation. I have been wearing the pant for more than a year and even paraded in my conservative hometown; I guess Malaysia is more conservative in that sense.
In the end, I showed the maid around Genting and took pictures for her keeping. Then I head back to my room to write cover letter and resume to a fund management firm who is currently recruiting.
Today's pretty lady is found at Gleneagles Hospital's eye clinic. I brought my aunt to see Prof. Arthur Lim to get her eyes checked; and there she was, working for Prof. Lim. I am not good at describing but she is certainly one of the most beautiful person I have seen to this date. She is striking tall with slender body. Her skin tone is so fair that is comparable to porcelain; well it could be she has good a foundation but I am sure she will look just fine without make-up. She has perfect facial features: well-rounded eyes, a sharp nose and small lips. Furthermore, her look comprises beauty with intelligence; I will not be surprised if she is an intern on her way to be a doctor.
