low key weekend
most of my weekend was spent at the smelly’s,
naked under the covers, munching on honeystars, and watching HEROES.
i fucking love HEROES. this kick-ass-hit has finally surpassed my previous undying favouritism for SATC.
my favourite character?
Hiro Nakamura.
he’s a full-time office clerk/part-time comic book junkie from tokyo who escapes his mundane life by teleporting himself to new york.
his powers?
the ability to bend time and space.
"li-y-ke star trek!" *holds up peace sign*.
his mission?
"save the cheerleader. and save the world!"
hes awesome.
this dude is seriously funny man. especially when he attempts to speak broken english. and the way his round face cringes up into an ever rounder cha-siew-PAO when he "con-cen-tray-tes". 
he’s adorably cute. he’s geeky.
and now that he’s finally found his beloved katana, he fucking rocks. even more.
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you know,
this is how every damn weekend should be.
im finally starting to appreciate weekends *in*, as the stress of the semester is starting to pile up on me again.
the frown lines are slowly returning to mar to my holiday-smooth forehead
my beloved tan is rapidly fading, and my arse is continuing on its inevitable downward slide.
my head can barely get around the list of "no mores"
that are piling up,
as i unwillingly drag myself back into the realm we mundane people know as *reality*:
no more lounging in the sun, no more alcohol, and foreign substances, no more hardcore-clubbing, no more going out at wee-hours in the morning, no more sleeping in, no more sleeping the whole afternoon away, no more sleeping just-because-i-want-to, no more sleeping till the weekend.
O_o
*screams*.
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fuck that man.
ok anyway,
before my drama-mama takes over and makes me lose the plot,
i shall recap my weekend ever so rapidly:
spent friday with indontoddy,kellytheelf andyvonnethepixie over at 1u,
(window) shopping, having drinks at chilli’s and catching the movie: turistas.
**i also spotted the cutest lilac dress over at warehouse with a plunging neckline. damn! the dress looked awesome on me. too bad, it also cost 600plus bucks.
:(
:( :(
ok! moving on,
At chillis, the waiter sat us at the smoking section (obviously), and later on told us she needed to look at our ID’s when we were abt to light up! me, being the absent minded idiot that i am, left my wallet and ID in my car, whilst toddy was required to show his passport because he was a foreigner.
since when did they enforce such a fucked up policy?
well, they can go fuck themselves for all i care.
cheri&kelly all for the "chillis-gofuckyourselves" campaign.
only a few weeks back, i was sitting at the exact same booth with divashaun drinking alco and smoking my lungs out. no questions asked.
>=(
OK. NEXT.
the low budget movie turistas,
was unexpectedly quite good.
besides the fact that half its content showcased an ample display of tits and ass, big biceps and hard abs a-plenty.
check out Josh Duhamel for instance, who serves mostly as pleasing eye-candy throughout the show. hes HOT. he’s gallant. he save girls!
^_^
check it out. its all about organ-harvesting in brazil.
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friday night ended w trip to williams. and a bitching session over a humongous plate a spaghetti and meatballs.
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its been quite some time since i had such a low-key weekend.
most of my weekends have been spent going out into the
wee-hours of the morning,
drinking,
gambling
and getting lost in the endless crowds of the kl clubbing scene.
i reckon my lungs. (and liver) deserve a good rest.
