Celebrating 3 years of complete and utter bullshit.

I don’t know what to say. Uh, my internet is being an ass today.

Affy is taking a break. He’ll be back on the 28th. Or whenever he feels like coming back.

Why am I referring myself in third person?
Until next time, don’t talk to strangers.

Be good.

In this era of the new information technology, where hacking and cracking passwords is just a click away, keeping your important files secure and away from preying eyes is vital. Especially if the information stored is highly valuable. (more…)

Blogsvertise - Earn cash and generate extra income for your blog!
(more…)

I have been busy being a sponge; soaking up as much holiday time as I can. I have made zero progress on my assignments. 5 days to go!

I will be spending the rest of my holiday nights at Wawan’s — keeping him good company and making sure he behaves (haha!) while his parents are vacationing in Australia, again. Don’t be surprised if I disappear for the next few days (though very unlikely).

Adios.
Affy-

Oh, look, Emma’s Brunei Online 2006 is up!

Before anybody comes up with some whacked out theory - why my expression looks like I’ve seen Oprah Winfrey naked, I would like to explain myself. Haha. Imagine yourself plunging into a pool repeatedly until a good mid-air shot is taken. After the first plunge, I have water up my nose and in my ears. I was instructed to do the “bomb” on the second jump. I would do it properly but my main focus after my little incident was to stay alive. Other than that, I don’t want to leave the photoshoot with a sore ass from a water slap. Plus, I was wearing contact lenses. Long story, short: pluging into a pool, smiling and at the same time taking a deep breath isn’t easy. Really.

After the photoshoot, I left with a new found respect for models. They aren’t just carbon-based entities living on the planet with great skin and perfect teeth. They can talk, have feelings and aren’t just perfectly manicured clothes hanger. What they do for a living is hard. I think.

I would like to thank Emma and her brilliant mind for coming up with the swell idea. And for being a wonderfull hostess in her magnificent Bijou Bungalow. Thanks for lending the shorts too!

A special shoutout goes to Maurina for being the only one who seems familiar (thank God for online photos) and who pointed me in the right direction. Since I don’t know 99% of the people at the photoshoot, I would’ve been a lost puppy. Maurina, a life-saver, indeed.

House M.D is on! Gotta jet!

Merry Christmas, you! Check your stokins for coal. I got one, last year. I got dust, this year.

I know it’s 6 hours late, but the pills the doctor prescribe for my inflammed tonsil and my green goo is the fast lane to slumberland. It puts you to deep sleep almost right away. Infact, I’m gonna take one now. I need my sleep for the christmas party tonight.

I need to properly categorize my entries. It’s a mess. Maybe, I’ll do that umm… umm… next time.
Adios xx

You’re in for a surprise, maybe, and I’ll only let a selected few of you know by January. It’s not a strippers party extravaganza or anything of the sort, so don’t get your hopes too high. It’s not certain, yet. If you have no idea what the fuck I’m talking about, just let it slip and continue reading.

We again went out and this time, it’s not Marilyn’s Cafe (although we did stop-by after the event), it’s Riviera Cafe adjacent to the mucky brown Belait River. I was relunctant at first because I had a severe stomach-ache that afternoon, after much persuasion from a deary friend, I attended the gathering. We convened at a joint-table at Riviera to watch Ronald and the gang (I don’t know what’s the name of his band, so I made one up), consisting of him and other 2 family members — his little brother and his other little brother. Left to right: Ronald; on the guitars, his brother; on bass and lastly his 6-7 year old brother; on the drums. They played well. Really well, actually. His brother is amazing on the drums, considering he’s only 6 years old. For a little boy his age, he played the drums way beyond his years and definitely received a few woahs from the audience. Equally, all three brothers played stunningly on their respective musical instruments and no doubt, that they have the musical gene in them.

I bought Bully (by Rockstar games, google it) on the PS2, today just to fill my time during the wee hours of the day. Sadly, as I sat on the comfy couch, inserted the dvd, waited a few seconds, and probably another few seconds, it took forever to load. I tried numerous time but to no avail. So now, I have absolutely nothing to do and I’m taking it back to the shop first thing in the morning. If she doesn’t want to switch, even with the receipt intact, I’ll demand my B$3 back! Enough to get me a pack of Marlboro’s. And that makes me happy.

So, until next entry, I’m gonna check on my cat to see how’s she doing.

P/S: To Stella, if you’re reading this, I’m extremely sorry about yesterday - my laptop batt went flat in the middle of our conversation. I’ll further enlighten you with my mad photoshop skills (haha!) next conversation, kay?

P/S/S: A special thanks to Ronald for a great performance and for doing that really cool thing with his teeth on the guitars.

Affy-