Professional Bimbo

So. This is what I have discovered for the past 4 weeks. Kronenberg is a nice beer. Because it is fruity and sweet. But not as sweet as Apple Ciders. Which make them really nice, especially when they come in different flavors. Sweet. Really sweet. It takes approximately 14 shots of Vodka to send me to sleep. The 8th shot I will start flying. So I will live a good 6 shots thereafter. It accompanies well with Thunder by Imagine Dragons. A bird accidentally discovered, sugarcane as a mixer to Vodka is absolut -ly heavenly. It will be lifted to another level if mixed with lemon or lime. I seemed to like it. Very much. Even a light one, a frozen margarita will send my body go tingling. When mixed with Kronenberg, I will be as high as a kite. But we need to down it fast in small glasses. I like that amount of high. Just make sure I am not chatting with strangers. Soju is not my thing. Not sweet enough. So need to mix with sugarcane to lift the sweetness up. Wine is okay. And I lik...

A conversation in the elevator one fine morning from 24th Floor to Ground Floor: friendly neighbour: your perfume smells really nice... bimbo: thank you... friendly neighbour: what is it? it's really nice... some perfume are really suffocating but this is just nice... bimbo: it's jpg... friendly neighbour: oh... can buy from supermarket ah? bimbo: "-.- Oh well, there goes the neighborhood.

Sad [sad] 1 affected by unhappiness or grief; sorrowful or mournful: to feel sad because a close friend has moved away. 2 expressive of or characterized by sorry: sad looks; a sad song. 3 causing sorrow: a sad disappointment; sad news. I really am trying not to be sad. So... I also really am trying to think of happy things to write. I am sitting here for 10 minutes. Starring at the screen as Joanne is over there, with all her A for Effort, also trying to cheer me up. We are all trying so hard. But I can't help it, but just feeling sad. Can you believe it. I am so sad that I could not sleep. Already I do not have my napping habit (which means less sleeping time), now I cannot even get through 6 hours for the night without waking up, including weekends. It has been like this for the 4th week now. Now, that is sad. Sometimes I am just thinking, that I am just waiting, when I will collapse. Like the time many years back, I partied every single night and just collapsed for the n...

I was not well a few months back. So I needed to go to see a doctor. And I did. Somewhere just near my place. And you know how flu's are. Your eyes are watery, you can hardly breathe through your blocked nose and everything around you seemed to be a blur. And that is when I met my doctor. My handsome doctor.  How handsome, my friends asked me, and I said, a lesser version of Leon Lai. Really.... or maybe... hahahaha... "Do you have a fever?" "I don't know..." * takes a thermometer and inserted to my ear * "You do..." "I am sure it's just a mild one, cause I don't really feel the heat..." "Yeah..." Then! He took both of his warm soft hands and held my jaws, cupping. Such soft warm hands he has and I am very sure I am going to start ovulating then! "Is your nose blocked?" "Yes it is. And it is runny also at the same time... it's blocked and it's runny, so ironic." And he laughed....

Sometimes I do wonder, how can I be so smart and yet be this stupid too. Don't you ever wonder that be your life too? Your brain is telling you to make the right moves... but your heart... your bloody heart... is so weak and yet taking control. Such oxymoron. It confuses me.