Musings of A Distracted Mind....
so there i was at work busying myself with the report I was suppose to churn out when poof! the server decided to die on me... aaaagh. gggreat. so what did i do? i waited for mr. kidnapper to abduct me from this mental asylum. haha. and in the meantime I took some pictures. yes yes. im allowed to because im a cam whore and I'm officially crazy.

In my defence, let me first say that I was bored. At least I'm not like some people who pick their noses when they've got nothin to do
I was so happy when my phone rang... because i knew it was him and he's done with work! So off I went to buy tics for TNMT and we got great seats even though it was the weekend. Had lunch at Lucky Plaza's ayam penyet place since Zamir's never eaten there before. He said it was nice and similar to the 'wasabi' incident I convinced him to try the 'sambal' and bearing in mind the drinks had not arrived yet, you should see the look on his face. I was laughing like mad. yes I'm mean. anyway, lunch was very filling and i felt like i ate too much.
anyway, TNMT's story line was weak and the animation could've been better but I loved it anyway. The suckiest thing was that the theatre was sooo cold my feet were freezing and it almost felt numb. I had to put my legs on his lap while he covered them with his jacket and rubbed them just to make sure I was warm and comfortable. Sweet.
oooh and i found out something. don't talk to me while we're walking because i'll get easily distracted and won't pay attention. Apparently I have 'attention deficiency syndrome' also known as someone with a distractible mind. I've been told that I have an attention span of a minute or less. Whatever lah. So if you're talking to me whilst we're walking and I see something that catches my attention, then stop talking because i ain't listening. What distracts me? Oh anything really. It could be a sticker on the floor because i'll be wondering how it got there OR it could be a HUGE sale sign or even my toes, yes sometimes i find it funny when my toes wiggle. OR..... like the time I discovered that my last finger on both hands were of an unequal size. Apparently one is two times smaller than the other. How did that happen?
Ok ok I'm drifting again. Bring me back. That's all. Now you know why my entries are all like this.
Yes mister, I can still hear you say, "Tell me something new"..... *covers my ears you know what they say, if you can't beat them, then don't.
Mr. Silly boy and me...

Ayam penyet!!!
Mister, lets go karaoke-ing with Yani again. Please.... If you don't then sing me to sleep ok.


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