  The whole career pep talk yesterday inspired me to do two things; even though it was meant for Kayu, Petdiba and Asbon. I still am going to send a goofy audition video of myself to the Travel and Adventure Channel before the age of thirty, hopefully it will make me a writer (better yet compere *barf *) for any of the globe-trekking shows before I die a death of gum disease. Another; say that I do not make it with my present occupation,I would want to get paid for watching movies and giving their makers a piece of my mind through my own healthy critic column.I mean, might as well do something I really honestly passionately like, right?Now that I have just had an eyesore-ful of How to Lose A Guy In Ten Days on my wretched PC I feel that I should protect the interests of innocent filmgoers around the country at least. Thank God I didnt take Bebop up on his suggestion to go `review it at the cinema because that, my friend, was probably the stupidest romantic piece of shite that wasted 90 minutes of my precious time.
You dont expect a womens magazine to be brainlessly called Composure and that all intellectual,go-getting female writers look like Kate Hudson, do you?Please.Smart women dont prance around looking for men in bars and wearing oops one of my titties just popped outta my tiny blouse thingies on an everyday basis,okay?Just not Meg-Ryansy cute enough. Anyway; whatever my profession would be, I shall allocate all of my (future) annual leave for at least two vacations per annum.
Y tu Mama had surprised me yesterday when she invited me to become her faithful chaperon on a road trip to Abednegos NYC soon with little brother Johnny Brapian.I am quite excited, though cautioning myself against anymore false hopes.I have been disappointed 5 times before but should this plan finally materialize, I would probably be the happiest and most content middle child in the world. By the way, I bumped into an old Yahoo Messenger flame circa Beta Year at lunch, who really did look extra yummy with those unbelievably toned biceps and a rather sexy parut kelapa `do.
His Girlfriend, who was never aware of our virtual `courtship, chirpily made us shake hands and talk to each other.Which felt really weird, because it suddenly flashed before me a lewd mental image of these two together; who according to his unashamed confessions, were sexually deprived maniacs that drove around Putrajaya naked in that rempit Kancil of his for fun. I think thats why I had eventually `broken up with him. Eeeeeeeeeee -uw. 
