Confession on the Jamban Floor no. 659

I had conversation with this teaching practise teacher, to my surprise that he viewed my friendster and facebook. I haven’t updating those two websites in ages since wireless in my school is not working for more than three months now. Pathetic!

It really annoys me, as I am so outdated with information and life. I need updates and I need beautiful pictures to post on and download from every website available for me!
I feel old and look! There’s wrinkle everywhere! On my face! Under my eyes! I need botox!

I guess, everyone I know, almost to everyone, turn 30 this year. Liza is the first person to achieve then followed by Paul and Fakhri last week and Suze will be soon.
As I am, I am always 24 my dear!
The botox above? That’s not for me! I acted out to express the feeling I sympatise to my friends who now reached the number tiga puluh dalam Bahasa Melayu this year.

I am not in denial, I haven’t reach it yet and it will never be ☺
Asked everyone who knows me, if they said I am thirty this year, I’d kill them.
But hey! Why ask them when you can ask me?
Honestly, I am turning 24 this year *wink*

My beautiful and loyal readers;

Age doesn’t matter in this world.
Look at Sarah Jessica Parker, She’s aged and she’s still as stunning as before!
Look at Madonna, She’s hot reaching 50!

Why am I comparing this with the girls?
Oh! It’s for you Suze, Liza and Eddey! I am trying to comfort you guys with those hot mid-century ladies in Hollywood.

Why would we so emotional about our age?
I tell you one story from a very good friend of mine. He’s so freaked out about this aging thing that he decided to die young so that he doesn’t have to experience any of the aging process.
Freaky eyh!
Well, at least he made an effort to prevent old.

It takes a painful price to be beautiful and now it takes another painful price to stay young.

So I end, I am not worry about my age this year. Hopefully by April the time will walk slowly to reach to July.
I will face my youthful years with smile and beautiful friends around me!

xoxo

Confession on the Jamban Floor no. 656

It was raining last night, Aziman and I decided just to stay at the gym for awhile until the rains over.

I looked at my watch, it passed 8 and I haven’t finished my work yet knowing the school inspection continues until Tuesday. Worried and tired both come at the same time.
Thinking, Shall I do my work tomorrow or later when I get home? Or Shall I just go to sleep once arrived home. Hhmmmm

Met Desmond at the gym. We had a little chat on the class he decided to join and some weight training he has for the next 6 weeks.
Then there’s this “muscle definition”. What’s this? Any idea? I don’t know, neither Desmond.

There, I sit at the lounge and looking at the people. It’s a different kind of crowd.
I told Aziman, “Man before 8 the people are so hip, good looking and loud and lots. And this is different crowd after 8.”
I told him again, “Man, I feel lonely and friendless now.”

He agreed, its different environment at the gym after 8. People are different and I don’t know anyone of them. Although, I’ve met them in classes I joined in but they are different and plain.

The rain stopped so we headed to our own home and decided to do a little work and off to sleep early.

Oh well, it’s Sexy Saturday, a day before Aziman’s birthday and Nyonya is waiting for dinner for the whole gang to be reunited.
Hope it comes true as the 17 lists of friends invited are confirmed join.

Dear the name list below;
Elina, Eddie, Kayoy, Azim, Aedy, Redz, Fikri, Aziman, Amir, Irwan, Suze, Liza, GK, Toni, Dalin, Sue, Abu.

You are invited to Nyonya @ Serusop for dinner. Attendance is COMPULSORY!

Enjoy and Happy Birthday Aziman!!!