Finally... Blogger Working in Condo!!

Woohoo!! It's good to have you back!! It's hard to always blog in the uni. It's one thing with the distance and another with the privacy issue... Always feel like someone prying on me. Yup, being all self conscious again. I forgot that word about always feeling like the star of the show of something or something. Whatever...

Location: B12.3A, Sunway, M'sia.

Pipi, proud of his new garment. 070909

Today is officially September 11. Apart from being the tragic day happened 6 years ago, today is officially the day before bro use that one way ticket he bought in MATTA fair to board the flight to Great Britain. I know I did wrong when he was 18, not about to repeat the same mistake 5 years later.

Before I took the bus back to KL. 070909

It was obvious that bro was detoxing already. I know by using this word I sounded smart and I’m comparing the stay at home with drugs. But after staying in this very small and cozy house for the past a year ++ and this country for about 22 years, I think it takes longer to detox. It’s hard not to miss home. Even though staying only about 100++km away from home, I miss Pipi already.

Us again~ 070909

Anyways, I know I shouldn’t but I already bought this really (IMO) cool present for bro’s graduation~

Haha… cute huh?

What to buy for him for his departure? I know he doesn’t like ‘unproductive’ stuff (including stuff in human form aka Me) he doesn’t like chocolates, he doesn’t like Chinese herbs, he doesn’t like stuff toys nor beanies, he doesn’t like sweets etc.

It’s kinda hard for me to buy anything for him. At least it’s widely known that I like sweets and chocolates and anything sweet and chocolatety but not too sweet that will cause diabetes and cover up the chocolate feel of the chocolate.

Whoa, it’s like the most ‘sweets’ and ‘chocolates’ used in a sentence.

But oh well, it’s bro and I think he already knew that love can’t be bought by money or any material wants. If not I’m so gona fill his MP3 with Beatle’s Can’t Buy Me Love over and over and over again and burn Material Girls (by the Duffs) into hundreds of CDs and FedEx to him. Cool huh?

Kinda feel like a psychopath already. We’ll call this pre-breaking down missing-bro-ceremony. You’ll hear about the real break down, if not soon.