Today was a very good day.

Today, I saw, I shot, I held hands, I spazzed, I ate, I gossiped, I spazzed some more, I shopped, I ate, I shopped, I sighed, I sniffed imaginary flowers, I gossiped, and finished the day with the ever faithful iced tea.

I woke up early today, but had unknowingly developed the disgusting habit of turning off my alarm clock (the phone, that is). Thank God, I managed to kick myself out of bed and showered early. Had a morning photo shoot with Fen. There were three photographers – Fen Dee (Nikon D300), Rinny (Canon 1000D), and I (Nikon D90). Between the three of us, I suspected we have about a thousand photos of Fen. Hun tagged along to be the bodyguard because we were shooting in alleys and lonely places. It was safe (and wonderful) to have him around. Hun and Rinny and I had lunch in Subway. I was fed an Italian BMT sandwich. Talked a lot and cleared my mind. Some irresponsible people are worrying the fuck out of me (see post before previous post), causing some serious stress and it is not good for my health.

Dee, hubby, wifey, and Fen Izaya.

Everyone needed to shop, so we headed off in different directions. Hun went to shop for manly office wear, shirts and pants and things like that, while Rinny and I … just needed to shop. We went to a the Chic Pop bazaar at Sunway Giza, and found a stash of fancy items. Most conveniently, we dress nothing alike so we did not have to fight over clothes. She wears colourful fluttery things and I limit myself to moody colours and geometry. I bought a dress, a top, a pair of leggings, a handbag and three rings for RM 121. I only needed leggings, really, but what sane human resists temptation? Oscar Wilde said resistance was for sissies. His exact words were “I can resist everything but temptation.” Pure genius. Rinny’s belly led us to Ikea afterwards, so we had meatballs and gravad lax.

Here, I look like I hate shopping, but I love it. Oh and that’s an octopus on my t-shirt.

Since going home while feeling all hyperactive would have been anti-climatic, I decided to crash Rinny’s and Jas’s gossip session. We gossiped. Jas is like the funniest thing ever and I never knew. Oh goodness. Future gaining-abs-by-laughter sessions are in order. On a random note, I just realised I forgot to camwhore with Hun. Fuck. He starts his industrial training on Monday and I will start classes again next next Monday, which will come in the way of dates. The horror. Must camwhore soon, despite Depp90′s epic zooming capabilities. Bleeding 18-200 mm lens. I want a 50 mm. I have to work harder, like Boxer the horse from Animal Farm.

I feel utterly loved! Everyone wants to give me roses! Well, actually only two people. But still. The pink rose is sitting in a jam jar by the window, smelling much better than any jam.  The red rose is hanging upside down in the my closet, like a perfumed bat. My mother insisted that her rose owns Farhan’s rose, because she grew it herself. Oh well, but his is red. Hahaha. Here are the photos. I guess I should have sprayed some water droplets onto the roses, for that cheesy freshly plucked effect.

Ma’s rose.

Farhan’s rose.

Coin Locker Babies is one of the most disturbing books I have ever read, next to Middlesex (which I liked) and Junk (which I hated). It makes me want to read a fantasy novel with 12-point text. Or read a picture book. If I read another heavy novel my head would roll of my shoulders and into oblivion. I wouldn’t mind reading another Ryu Murakami book, but I should limit it to one fucked-up novel a month. The next book I read is going to be about hobbits and rainbows instead of abandoned babies and toxic towns.

On a lighter note, Syash, Shaid and I are going over to Fanna’s for lunch later! Syash’s initial proposal was going out for lunch but Fanna stepped in and said she would cook. (What the?) After lunch, we will be dropping by Syu’s workplace and annoy her during her break time.  Fanna is going to cook spaghetti alfredo. I am not sure if whatever she cooks will be safe for consuming, but the fact that she is capable of cooking is most shocking. She was also up by 11 in the morning today, a mean feat for someone who sleeps like a petrified log. Again, I felt love, with a touch of horror and awe. I hope her pasta doesn’t suck.

Dear Friend of Seven Years,

Please, please, please get off the drugs. We are worried sick about you.

Love,

E

Books are so hard to organise. If I had my way, I would sort all the books in the house according to the Dewey Decimal System. Either that, or sort everything by the colour. Imagine, a room filled with red books! So wild. Most of my books are black though. In my attempt to reorganise my room, I went on a counting frenzy.

1. 28 plush toys (four of which are octopuses);
2. 52 graphic novels;
3. about 300 novels (I lost count);
4. 22 dictionaries;
5. 59 bangles/ bracelets; and
6. 45 miniature cats.

Oh God, from these numbers it is clear that I am a disgustingly materialistic person. I haven’t even weighed my paper collection (yes, I still collect paper). My mother could be right. I should abstain from shopping for liabilities. (I picked up Rich Dad Poor Dad recently). In my defense, thirty or so of the miniature cats were gifts. And novels are good. And those graphic novels could be collectibles some time in the future.

Today, I read a bit of Ryu Murakami’s Coin Locker Babies, which appears to be another one of those refreshingly disturbing Japanese novels that jars your brain every three pages or so. I fell asleep after Chapter 2 and had a strange dream. All my friends were there and we were about to go home after some big celebration. Fanna drove me home. For some reason, I had a shotgun named Viva and I asked Fanna if I could test it on her windshield.  She said I could, but I would have to pay buy her a new windshield, so I did not shoot. Then in the middle of texting Farhan, I woke up. Haven’t had nonsensical dreams since I read The Time Machine. While I was reading it, I even dreamt during ten-minute naps. Reading is good.

Dating is good too. Hee.