Current Mood: Sleepy

I told a guy friend that there are 300 Billion stars in the universe and he bought it. Later that day, i told him that the bench over there has a wet paint on it and he’ll have to touch it just to be sure.

Sometimes, we men are just so reversibly ironic.

Current Mood: Menacing

I’m back. Among some of the projects that i’ve worked on, Michael Song from mikemmery.blogspot.com might be one of the most versatile soul that i’ve came across with. He buzzed, nictitated and told me on that one random day,

“Mikel, just do anything that you think is good and surprise me.”

So there you go… No straining stresses; No austere pushes or finicking fuss, which is the most lenient client that anyone would ever wished for. I love it when people’s been generous to me because i’m not a fast worker, because i’m quite specific with everything i do and every one of my works are hopefully my masterpiece upon delivery.

And there it goes as the scarlet splat of fire-cracking mood slowly discolored, yours truly on the other hand has been readily sum up the “mikemmery make over” project in a full spring-spearing nip tuck.

And there you have it, a mad 4-days of surgical operation duty in the crib without any HOT nurses wiping my sweats from my forehead. I bet that’s the best i could come out with from a plain blogspot default template into an unfamiliar eye-candy.

Now that the boss himself has fallen sick due to fermented workload tension. I do sincerely hope that Michael will get well soon so that i can get the whole damn thing moved to his domain!

Get well, Michael and here’s your site! (click here!) Hope you like it.

Current Mood: Rejected & Stressed! S.O.S!

“It’s that day again,” i sighed relentlessly to my buddy. That very one day where the statistics of moaning or aural fixation or whatsoever-you-call-it are on its highest peak across the whole wide world.

… in any bedroom;
… in any loo;
… in any Mercedes or four wheels with durable and resilience-wise suspension system;
… on any motioning Zanussi;
… underneath any dining table;
… inside any closets;
… or even in the fridge (like how?! I don’t know… you tell me!)

Not that i slantingly disapproving the idea of money-munching Valentine’s Day but the poison of it tends to side with marketing strategy especially the florists and Hallmarks that smirks behind the money counter. While i was strolling in Hallmark two days ago… I eyed on something rather interesting…

Sales Ad at a Store: ‘You are my one and only’ valentine cards, now on sale: 4 for $5.

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I hissed, turned around and told my pal next to me.

“Kay, I don’t understand why Cupid was chosen to represent Valentine’s Day. When I think about romance, the last thing on my mind is a short, chubby toddler coming at me with a weapon!”

I’m making my Valentine’s Day an isolation-day, doing utterly nothing productive, like counting cars on highway 30-feets from my condo’s veranda or watching the HOT Tera Patrick stimulating with Seth Dickens.

Happy shagging Valentine’s Day and please… do the nasty with the rubber(s) on even though i know… most of the gentlemen out there are allergic to latex. *heart felt*

Without you, days are like Sadday, moanday, tearsday, wasteday, thirstday, frightday, shatterday… so there i love you… everyday.