I pwned these greasy keys!
Once again, I have entered the battleground of n00bs and pr0s. The cybercafe.
Today's location : Cyber X, Damai.
Reason : Forgot my laptop. Needed to blog & check mails for LUCT acceptance letter.
Note : Do ALL the "w,e,r,t,a,s,d,f,g,c,n,k,l" keys have to go missing at these places?
I feel like a tourist in my own "hometown".
They gave me a tourist price at the philippino market for speaking malay like a kl-ite. (>.<")
Kak mariam let me use her car. She thinks I drive too dangerously though. I disagree completely.
Having a license makes life's little pleasures so much more accessible. What am I referring to? Why...I am talking about the sheer joy of munching down damai's infamous roti kahwin. [drools]
Who cares if people here drive like the speed limit is at 60? Who cares if I have to fight with whatever sabahan lingo I know to get that good parking spot? Who cares if I apparantly look like I'm overdressed all the damn time?
I came all the way out here just for this. And if I die from cholestrol, I'll say it was the seafood they kept feeding me.
On a lighter non-food-based note:
Brandon (boyd) Banesly and I FINALLY got around to writing that duet we planned since WAY back. It's jazzy-ish, but it's likeable. I like it. We should be able to record it before I go back to KL.
"starranise, you can rape/kill/bite Den² when you get your hands on him."
Also, this just in:
I bought me a dress. You got that right, non-believers. A DRESS. I was forced to because I'm not allowed to wear a suit to the black-tie dinner this weekend. I still think I could be butch enough for a suit. Oh well, hopefully this comes out well.
Today's location : Cyber X, Damai.
Reason : Forgot my laptop. Needed to blog & check mails for LUCT acceptance letter.
Note : Do ALL the "w,e,r,t,a,s,d,f,g,c,n,k,l" keys have to go missing at these places?
I feel like a tourist in my own "hometown".
They gave me a tourist price at the philippino market for speaking malay like a kl-ite. (>.<")
Kak mariam let me use her car. She thinks I drive too dangerously though. I disagree completely.
Having a license makes life's little pleasures so much more accessible. What am I referring to? Why...I am talking about the sheer joy of munching down damai's infamous roti kahwin. [drools]
Who cares if people here drive like the speed limit is at 60? Who cares if I have to fight with whatever sabahan lingo I know to get that good parking spot? Who cares if I apparantly look like I'm overdressed all the damn time?
I came all the way out here just for this. And if I die from cholestrol, I'll say it was the seafood they kept feeding me.
On a lighter non-food-based note:
Brandon (boyd) Banesly and I FINALLY got around to writing that duet we planned since WAY back. It's jazzy-ish, but it's likeable. I like it. We should be able to record it before I go back to KL.
"starranise, you can rape/kill/bite Den² when you get your hands on him."
Also, this just in:
I bought me a dress. You got that right, non-believers. A DRESS. I was forced to because I'm not allowed to wear a suit to the black-tie dinner this weekend. I still think I could be butch enough for a suit. Oh well, hopefully this comes out well.