an ode to Mz. Larawannabe

think.think.think.

of edddward. so that you will cease your daily trifling.

and you may flit away from tedium and general boredom.

float away. like a little butterfly, quick upon the clouds of want and longing.

to being home again and lying down to the hard pages of his story.

you arch your neck to the sensuous possibilities of being bitten.

MSN convo with my BFF: TGIF peeps!

Larawannabe: im fidgeting. cant wait to balik
Larawannabe: u know haaa
Larawannabe: men when they're sick, they r so grumpy
Larawannabe: why is that??
Iggy Singh: who says they are men?
Iggy Singh: they are ALWAYS babies
Iggy Singh: or boys
Iggy Singh: they just get wrinkles, go bald, and grow their bellies
Iggy Singh: ohhhh.. like going backwards in time to when they were babies
Iggy Singh: hence our fascination with vampires
Larawannabe: wat? vamps are more mature?
Iggy Singh: as in they stay beautiful
Iggy Singh: no balding
Iggy Singh: no bellies
Iggy Singh: :))
Iggy Singh: at least they deadly babies with eternally good looks
Larawannabe: hear hear!

birthdays and then some...

3 folk share a birthday today: Veena Kanda, Edward Cullen and Nicole Kidman.

happy birthday my sista Veen :) i wish you all that is pure and happy, with lots of sex thrown into the mix! amen!!!
Edward was born in 1901, is a vampire and unknown to him, my BFF Mz. LWB is smitten and then some. le sigh! how this has kept us going these last 2 weeks.
Nicole is on the other hand, human like Veen, is 41, and just one year older than muah, and as the radio DJs put it this a.m.... UNLINED! yes, her porcelain skin is remarkable.

i have had the best week ever. my client and dear friend Su bought me a birthday lunch yesterday at Centro, and MADAM here had nasi lemak. the verry 1st time since i was diagnosed to be glucose intolerant, and mannnn, was it worth every morsel (of course 1/3 the rice!)
my oldest and dearest friend Socks bought me a Moroccan dinner at One Bangsar last night, and we had the best time ever. i got the best "present" - a picture of a land iguana taken on their recent holiday to the Galapagos Islands. he was wild and happy and just about to eat a cactus. and coincidentally in the very same card, my favvorite Bon Jovi song written out in full - Welcome to Wherever You Are. and of course the best of the best thing really was the time we got to spend together, the happiness at just hanging out, the bitter sharing of life's twisted and unwanted lessons, and the realization that we are that "friend" to each other that has been constant :) you know? just like in that song.

todayyy, my office is taking me out to the KLCC for Tim Sum and i am again felling truly blessed. oh, and peeps?? it is FRIDAY!

hey :) this is my last Monday as a 30-something...

and although this strikes me as a revolutionary stepping up to my brilliant future, the real focus for the day has been: would you really become a vampire if you were given a choice, and who is cooler? the vampire or the loup-garou?

hmm, so Larawannabe and me are having this on-going chat right now, on which creature of the night is better. interestingly enough, i have firmly shifted to the loup-garou after catching Blood and Chocolate on ASTRO just recently.

so now, we are on opposite sides of the after world. a short crisis and then i suggest we could BOTH be rulers together, bringing the age-old war between the vampire and beautiful wolf creature to an end, and therefore recreate the laws of what is acceptable and who our allies are.

also, my 1st ruling would be that all creatures of the night have to start wearing pink, and G-strings... bring it on!

genius

claro = bright
(used in "slang" to punctuate a conversation meaning - "precisely" or "exactly" or "it's crystal clear"

and what is that really (genius)? that score on the MENSA assessment? the ability to write in French and paint like a Renaissance master? the ability to write your first piano symphony at 5?
hmmm, yes, that i can buy.

but what is "normal"? i personally hate that word - "normal" btw. it immediately denotes the insinuation of there being a NOT normal. of being out-of-the-box as a problem and i.e. as not normal. as being corny, or wacky, or strange, or (oh.oh.oh. this one) idiosyncratic as being not normal. labels and categories. they constrict and stereotype and make me always accept that i live on the fringes of "normalcy". i do. why? just...

• that i love tattoos, and crave "a" next one (no Mom, don't start panicking).
• that i love anything Spanish irrationally. Antonio baby, anytime, any day, Block A, 5-0-5...
• that i believe vampires exist (huh! so i said it on my Blog, out here in cyberspace. does that mean i will become the next RPK?)
• and i think the damn scientologists are barmy. aliens my ass! (eee.. how politically incorrect!)
• that i stop breathing every time Shahrukh Khan fills the silver screen. oh, and i cry every time he does (sometimes even before he does, when he is just starting to twitch that eye-brow of his! i am cair.)
• that i believe in omens. and definitely in dreams
• that i wear opal to "sense". and gold to "block"
• that i never touch someone even accidentally, unless i think you have a good aura
• that i completely supported every point Malik Imtiaz Sarwar made on Riz Khan last night over that buduh Tuan Haji (that was talking through his ass). YOU ROCK MIS!
• notice how i didn't add - that i live my life completely around my 4.5 foot green lizard - ahem. that i think is non-negotiable!