Best Answers During a Job Interview

1. Why did you apply for this job?

I have applied for many jobs along with this and you called me now.


2. Why do you want to work for this company?

I have to work for some company who ever gives me a job, I don't have any specific company in mind.


3. Why should I hire you?

You have to hire some one, you may as well give me a try.


4. What would you do if this happened?

Well, it depends my mindset and mood at that situation...


5. What is your biggest strength?

Basically, daring to join any company who pays me well, without thinking ofthe fate of company


6. What is your biggest weakness?

Girls


7. What was your worst mistake, and how did you learn from it?

Joining my earlier company and learnt that I need to jump to get moremoney, so I am here today


8. What accomplishments in your last position are you most proud of?

Had I accomplished any in my last position, why do I need to change my job?I could demand more and stay there.


9. Describe a challenge you faced and how you overcame it?

Biggest challenge is answering the question "why are you looking for a change" and I started blabbering irrelevantly to overcome that.


10. Why did you leave/ are you leaving your last job?

For the same reason why you left your earlier job


11. What do you want from this job?

If no work is given but keep giving good hikes


12. What are your career goals and how do you plan to achieve them?

Make more money and for that keep jumping companies every 2 yrs


13. Did you hear of our company and what do you know of us?

Yeah, I know that you will ask this, I've gone through your website


14. What is the salary expected and how do justify that?

Well, no one will change job for the same salary, hence, give me 20% extrathan what I am getting and that is unpublished industry standard

(I know you will bargain on what ever I ask, hence, I have already hiked mycurrent salary by 30%)


Ini lah tips dari cikgu for the day. Good luck to all job seekers out there!

ps: dun get any wrong ideas cheedren; i'm not switching jobs or anything lah. This is is some funny forwarded e mail i got. So i post here lor! heh heh.....tipah tertipu!

Ok...i found this rather interesting meme from Angel's blog to do but i dunnno the name of it. Angel...why you never provide the name ah? Please explain??

So i'll just call it the "Complete The Sentence" meme. Mak confident jer. So this meme, konon-kononnyer you have to fill up at least 17 out of 27 sentences. Tapi because i'm so greedy i'm going to do all. Suka hati mak lah!

1. A person is only as good as my toenails.

2. Friendship always comes with motive. Mari lari ke Timbuktu dulu.

3. To love is to make love.

4. Money makes me feel horny.

5. I miss, you mister.

6. My way of saying I care is by gently placing my palms in front of your face. With my golden nails.

7. I try to spread love and happiness by keeping my hands to myself.

8. Pick the flowers when no one is watching.

9. To love someone is to let him have the last say. Sometimes.

10. Beauty is Beast punya fag hag.

11. When I was thirteen, what I remember the most was secretly buying paper dolls after school and make my sisters jeles.

12. When I was twenty one, I remember skipping classes to go for movies and shopping and sleeping under lecturer’s noses.

13. I am most happy when bitching. Period.

14. Nothing makes me happier than seeing kids being punished.

15. If I can change one thing, I will change my gender. Wah!!! Pengakuan ekslusif!! Ha ha ha ha! No lah, cut cake cut cake. I like to joke. I happen to inherit some great family heirlooms ok; now why would i wanna throw anything away? HMM??

16. If smiles were money then poor people would be sad all the time. Innit?

17. Wouldn't it be nice if we could vaporize people we don’t like at the blink of an eye?

18. If you want to get Mama Diva to scream like pondan then u should throw a prawn or cat at him.

19. Money is not everything if you don’t have taste. Hahh!!! Who don’t agree wif me??

20. The most touching moment I have experienced is having Ken Watanabe holding my hands, proposing to be my Danna. Ok ok ok…so I can’t put it in past tense yet. But just you wait!

21. I smile when I feel like it. Suka hati I lah….apa you kesah?!

22. When I am happy I prance around wif my golden nails.

23. If only I don't have to get stuck in another lousy date like meeting an orgy addict or some I’m-happy-being-single-but-I’m-getting-attached-soon guy.

24. The best thing I did yesterday was having a lavish dinner; paid by a nice pal. Biler nak seconders? :p.

25. If I ever write a book, I will give it this title: Speaking With Confidence; The Bibik Method

26. One thing I must do before I die is not to die so soon.

27. Doing this meme I feel like I’ve drain out whatever remaining cells I have in my brain. This is really one tough meme to do. Don't believe me....you try!!!!!!

Sorry this is all i could come up with. For now. Hey, even that i spent a lot of time doing this tau. Really hard to do you know! And plus, i'm in the midst of another big project now. A more personal one this time. And i shall reveal everything once its done. All in good time.

Sabar tu seprauh Sabariah nox...

Ps: So my meme is morbid. Bite my skinny ass.

My Gramma's Pink Bungalow

As you may already have guessed, me and my gramma has this really dysfunctional bond. We’re really close….but with really absurd chemistry. I can talk to her bout’ anything....except for the fact that I’m a fairy of course. We’d comment on unfortunate looking actors over the TV, we’d talk about my tattoo that she really disapproves, we’d discuss what to cook for lunch the next day, what a bully my dad was as a kid, how fierce she was when raising her own kids, gossiping bout other relatives (my fav part! Lolz!!!) …and the list goes on.

In view of that, I found this little post that I wrote many many many years ago in an older blog. It sure reminded me of the good times we have and I figured that u ols will find it rather amusing too.

So here goes….(remember it was many years ago!)


Today, i had a rather screwed up day and its alllllllll thanks to my own doings. So clever. Lets start from the begining. No, there wasn't any begining. I was reading Da Vinci Code the night right up till dawn. Yes....till erm....8.30am i think.

That's when i finally started to feel sleepy, burying myself under the thick layers of comforters (I use 3 comforters fyi) and THAT'S when mommy comes in to spot check me. She saw me still awake so she dragged me along from breakfast. And because i didn't sleep at all, i had a rather huge appetite. Ate a plate of fried mihun, 3 toasted bread caked with thick layers of butter and kaya, and 2 half boiled eggs, topping up with my must-have nescafe ice. If i were to continue such diet everyday, i think i'll die of heart attack by 25. (Shit….i AM turning 25 end of this year…choi choi choi!! Touch wood!!)

So that was it, mommy went to work and daddy sent me, my sis and gramma back home. Finally. I thought i could get some sleep then. But no....guess what happen? Gramma went "Bibik you so long never visit your grampa, 1st time you wake up in the morning, come come let's go...' I was like Oh my god...let me sleep! But empress dowager's orders have to turut lah. Went also...A funny thing happened at grampa's graveyard. His bungalow got a bit run down, marbles cracking at the side, colour fading and all (Maklumlah, he 'stay' there since i was 3!) Dad saw a gravedigger nearby and he ask the man to do some renovation. Cost a hefty 800! Dad's gonna share the bomb among all my uncles and aunts.

In view of the matter, gramma started gossiping with me (yeah, i inherited my gossip jutsu from nenek, we talk allllll day long at home, from what to cook for dinner until when am i going to get a gf since my sis also has a bf; yeah right. wait on....!) She was wondering aloud that how HER bungalow will look like next time. She pointed to an empty lot just beside grampa's.

Apparently she bought the land the same time during grampa's funeral. Kononnya cuba pasangan romantic side by side lah. I told her, the whole kampung house all black and white only. So boring. I'll make her's bright pink next time. No crosses or angels on the head. I put a giant pink love with a BIG picture of her in the middle. (Think powerpuff girls) Make hers the most outstanding in the whole kampung.

She kena geli. But she actually gave it a thought and kinda like the idea in the end. ha ha ha! Then she gave me the green light to design her bungalow next time. lol!!! I even told her i'm going to buy a lot for myself in between grampa and hers. Since i'm so thin i think i can fit the narrow gap lah. Then i can become her tiang lampu eternally. Kena pial telinga.

Hmm….see what I mean?? Such a morbid topic also she can talk siau siau for you. But Gramma is healthier than me now. I suppose she doesn’t have to worry about her pink bungalow for quite a while. Our fren now tengah busy summer holiday visit all my aunty and uncle’s posh houses again.

Faster Eat....Faster Eat!!

Reading Nyonya Penang’s latest entry sure brought back a flush of personal memories of my own. You see, I used to have some umm…..dietary issues myself during my growing years. I was told by my mom that even as a toddler, my maid had to carry me around the housing area for 2 whole hours just to feed me a small plate of half boiled eggs.

Pertinent to that, I was naturally very petite as a boy. Most of the time, I was the shortest and lightest in class. I tell you embarrassing secret. In primary school, I actually wore the same blue short pants from year 1 to year 6. Yes I could still fit into my year 1 pants at the age of 12. Stop laughing you!

Back at home, I had a lot of pressure from my family as well. You see, I have 3 other cousins the same age as me. Once again, mak lah yang paling mini size. All 4 of us were born in the year of the dog. And my youngest aunty once said, “If all 4 of you were real dogs, your cousins would be Dobermans and you’ll be the Chihuahua of the group.” Sweet.

Every other day, I would be constantly nagged by either my mom or gramma. It gets worse during festive seasons where relatives visit and they would give snide remarks about how I never grew.

“ Aiyoh….you never eat that’s why you so short. Wait other people think I never feed you…” says mom.

“You see all your other cousins all taller and bigger than you. Their mother cook anything also they eat; not so picky like you…semua tak makan!” says gramma.

“Wah….why you still so skinny ah? You never eat lice ah? Must eat more mah! My boy boy younger than you also taller than you….ha ha ha!” says irritating relatives.

Now all their children are ugly and overweight. Who’s laughing now?? HA HA HA HA!!!!!

It’s kinda depressing really. Up until I was 15, I was still wearing Little Bobdog and Batman t shirts coz I can only fit into the lil’ boy’s department sizes. A Nike tee was big enough to make a blanket for me back then. Not until super large Alien Workshop and Ocean Pacific tees came in trend. Then I could dress up a little.

I still remember how gramma would prepare a huge ass bowl of rice, all mixed with gravy and whatever dishes we had for the day and she would spoon feed me and my sis. From the same bowl. Sharing is caring you know. I purposely chewed slower so that my sis had to eat more. That’s why she’s the fat one when we were younger. Gosh I hope she doesn’t read this. Mak naik Air Asia lari ke Cambodia dulu.

Now that i'm taller than gramma already, i would say back the very same thing she told me everytime she picks her food. Just to get back at her you know. She doesn't take western food, anything buttered and cheese you see. Sausage, bacon, cakes...all she rejek.

" You see....you everything also dun eat...how to grow taller?"

And she would smack me on the head. Ha ha ha!

And dad didn’t make it any easier too. Oh he was a tyrant in my younger days. I was afraid of no one in the house. Except daddy. Just one look from his eyes can make all your bones shudder okeh. No need rotan rotan also. But of course I still had my rotan days lah. Still trying to forget about it.

ANYWAY, there was once when he packed lunch for me after school coz gramma (who usually cooks) was on summer holiday. I still remember I was in Year 1 back then. I sat on the dining table and Daddy said I couldn’t leave the table until I finished the food. I nodded vigorously in panic of course. The he left for work.

I ate and I ate and I ate. Spoon after spoon….after spoon….after…..ZZZZZZZZZZzzzzz….

I fell asleep on the table with my plate of rice not even half eaten yet. Before I realized anything, it was mom who waked me up. I jolted up and started eating violently again, afraid that Daddy would find out I still haven’t finish my rice.

Then it occurred to me. If mom is home…then dad has to be home also. Dad fetches mom home everyday. Shhiiiit!! And before I can even make any plans to destroy the evidence, I heard those heavy footsteps walking down the carpeted stairs. O f course it was Daddy, he had to have his dinner immediately after work.

What do I do…what do I do!! He stepped into the kitchen seeing me still on the table and gave me a curious look.

“Err….I’m eating dinner now…”

He gave me a brief “hmm” and went ahead with his dinner. I was still alive! So I continued eating what was suppose to be my lunch as my dinner now. Yet I couldn’t finish. Mommy had to secretly throw it away for me after I begged on my knees.

A few years ahead, I got smarter. I pretended to be busy doing homework after school and took my lunch later when there’s least people at home. At 2.30 pm, Dad would be off to work and gramma would already be fast asleep in front of the TV. Best time to have lunch. What I couldn’t finish, I threw it on the floor and my doggie would gobble everything up.

And everyone wondered why all our family dogs are always overweight………

Tragedi Botol Kicap

Oh my goaaaat….I just saw THE most disgusting thing. You guys are SO gonna freak out after this. Just over the weekend, I was having lunch at Pizza Hut near Tesco. And you know how Pizza Hut and KFC still serve their ketchup and chili sauce in bottles kan?

So I was pigging myself out when I suddenly noticed this table of family sitting in front of me. The parents were busy eating away; leaving their toddler child to eat on its own and mess up the whole table. They were so ignorant I tell you. Not even Godzilla walk pass by Pizza Hut slashing everything down with the tail can raise their attention i tell you. Eat like 7 months never eat before.

But that’s not what ticked me off.

Suddenly, the toddler reached for the ketchup, open the cap and LITERALLY put the cap in the mouth!! It was inside the orifice for a good 5 mins before he spat it out. As if I’m not freaked out enough already, the kid then reached for the ketchup bottle and SLOBBERED the mouth of the bottle! The kid was having a whale of a time deep throating the bottle. If that bottle had a life, it would have gotten at least 3 orgasms already.

Only after a while, the dad noticed his kid’s raunchy stunt. And what he did?? You guess!! Our friend NONCHALANTLY screwed the cap back on and placed it back properly on the table. Without even bothering to wipe the bottle or returning it to the waiter as if nothing happened. Nothing. Just like that. Confident jer.

I’m so utterly revolted. Masa main corn cake sedap. Anak dah besar tak tau jaga. I’m SO never ever dipping chili sauce from bottles in public food outlets EVER again. Yuck yuck yuck!!!

On a lighter note….i’d like to introduce my new food fetish to u ols. Ladies and ladies, I present to you…..Lala from Upstown!

See the food is so good I sempat to make smiley cat. Siap got taik lalat sexy made of green beans okeh. U dun jeles. But the Bambu Lala is not nice. Got bau pasir some more. Cannot eat at all. That's why the isi i make Fantasia Barino lips only. Man I’m so good at culinary arts….

Same face with my Lala not??

Romance of the Red Chamber

Alright people. Here’s the actual great post that I have promised you guys earlier on. Over the past few weeks, I have been busy with a secret project actually. Now that it’s finally accomplished, I can finally present to you my magnum opus.

You see, my nenek just underwent a heart surgery and my father decided to move her bedroom downstairs for safety reasons; so she doesn’t have to climb the stairs so often. And I inherited nenek’s room of course. Bye bye to my tiny little Polly Pocket matchbox bedroom!

So of course a new room calls for……a brand new makeover!! I’m finally a big girl and I’m allowed to furnish my own room for the 1st time. Oh I just couldn’t contain my excitement. I have so many radical ideas and I’m so gonna make it happen.

First things first. I don’t want no boring white walls. Apa kelas! I want….a red one. *Picks up handphone and speed dials Mom*

“Mommy, tell Daddy I want red walls in my room. Just 2 side will do. The other 2 leave white. Have it done before I come back k? Love you….”

And….Walla!

Red wall!!

Hmm…..red already but still boring. I want a mural now. So lots of drawing and erasing took place. Man it was so much work! I didn’t imagine drawing on a wall is that difficult! So I got a lil’ help from mom to touch up my final drawing. A lil’. Ha ha ha! Then came the painting part. Another grueling process…..but oh….just look at the end product!

Isn’t it just simply gorgeous! Sure it may not be a work of Picasso or professionally done; but at least I can proudly call it a Bibik Original! I actually hand drawn and painted it myself; so it sure feels rewarding. Very big accomplishment for me ok! First time I draw mural tau…kira cantik oledi lah! I dunno (and dun care) what you think….but I SIMPLY LOVE IT!!!

Next off would be getting a bed. Initially I was planning to get a single bed; thinking that I could save more space to have a writing table. But for some reasons, Daddy coaxed me into getting a queen size bed instead. That conniving old man just wanted me to spend more money. Grrr!!! He even brought me to a furniture shop selling nothing but only queen beds! Keji tak?! So I got no choice but to choose a queen bed from there.

But oh the selections they have! I dinch know Melaka got sell furnitures with such exquisite taste you know. If only the price tag is less exquisite. Cis. The beds come in all sorts of futuristic designs made of solid black wood. And I chose one with blue neon lights on the head. I had to. Look at how shiny my bed is…ha ha ha!

Of course the damage to my wallet was no less a 3rd degree burn with little chance of full recovery. I paid almost a thousand for the bed frame ALONE and another few hundred (5 I think) for a queen size mattress. Bontot Bibik on Megasale now. Sapa nak, e mail mak okeh. Do support the Bibik’s New Bedroom Charity Foundation. Mati lah i kena makan Maggi for the next 3 months.

Next off….bedsheets. Now be reminded that I never had a queen bed before. I always have been sleeping on single beds. Maklumlah taraf single now kan. This is my 1st queen bed (does that makes me taraf Queen now?) which means I need to get brand new comforters and sheets. This type of money cannot save one you know. I’ll be sleeping on it and we’re talking bout my own comfort.

After searching high and low for long enough, I finally found my love at 1st sight.

Double toned Maroon silk comforters with matching bed sheets and pillow case and bolster case. 300 thread counts. Damage caused: RM 450. I know you must be calling me crazy to be spending so much on bed sheets and comforters alone. But hey, you have any idea how silk feels like to the naked skin under a chilling 20C air con? Sleeping Beauty slept for a hundred years on her bed. I can sleep till Thy Kingdom Comes under my silk comforters. The only missing thing on my bed now is Ken Watanabe’s bare shoulder for me to lie on. Sigh….bila lah my Chairman is going to appear.

" Bibik...fret not...i'm here for you... " Ahh malu nyer mak! Mak suker mak suker!!!

Ehmm ehmm. Moving on. Curtains. Now of course I can’ have a naked window in my room can I? And what could be more perfect if it’s none other than another double toned satin fabric. I’m seeing sea blue here. This is the taste of a genuine oriental queen. Everything must shining shining one.

And oh have I found the perfect match! I was so elated by what wonders this magic curtain does. You see, its kinda semi translucent but its not clear enough to see what’s really behind it. How very seductive. Mak suka! In view of that, the shades of the curtain provides glorious daylight to my room in the daytime. It’s bright enough but its not glaring. And I don’t even have to open the curtain. It’s magic. That’s all I can say.










And when it gets darker, the curtain magically transform into glistening shades of blue green under white fluorescent lights. How g-l-a-m is that! Mak suker mak suker!!!





Next stop….furnishings. I always thought this would be the most fun part of revamping a room. But one has to be cautious not to over decorate the room lest it turns into Elton John’s bedroom. I’m still in the midst of hunting for trinkets to add in but here’s what i got so far.




I always wanted these brightly coloured leaves for a long time. The red ones I saw in the shop are simply gorgeous bit I figured they won’t stand out from my equally-as-red walls. So I matched 3 tones of lime green (you didn’t think I would loose out my favourite colour did you??), a darker hue of purple and off white. The results? Fantabulous.



Just see how striking they look with a red wall. Such vibrant and bold colours. Ha ha ha!






Oh, and I got these really colourful Peking Opera masks from my trip to Langkawi last time also. I haven’t hang them up yet, but they’re going up on my white walls soon. Also fabulous.



Now that I’m almost finally done with everything, there’s just one little thing left. My one stop entertainment centre. This would be the 2nd atom bomb attack to my wallet. I got me a petite black LG DVD player with a matching LG flat screen TV. Because they’re of the same brand, you know I can just use the DVD remote control to control both the TV and the DVD player itself? How clever is that. Technology is so fascinating these days. With the TV in my room, that means I can have my PS2 in my bedroom as well. And my blogging machine goes in there too of course.






So now, I don’t have to leave my room at all. I can sleep, watch DVDs, surf porn the net, blog and even play PS2 games all in the comfort of my red room under thick silk comforters in a chilly 20C temperature. Can I like retire from work already and just stay in my room? Please?

So once again, I present to you….le queen’s de la red boudoir! Voule voucoo shag avec moi…croissant oui Delifrance Au Clair eeuw de toilette.



Dun jeles coz I can speak fluent French and you can't.

In Pursuit of Mr. Right....

“God let us meet wrong people in pursuit of love so we’ll know how to appreciate more when the right one comes along.”

Says some crappy forwarded e mail. I was forced into singlehood after stepping out of a relationship not so recently. It took me a few months to recuperate from the break up, and another few months to adjust into a single-woman lifestyle. Mak perit lagi tau. And I kept telling myself…

“Ok you can do this. Being single is not so scary after all. Plenty of single people in this world. Just take 3 deep breaths. You can do this. Its just a phase. Just a phase….”

Those are the magic words of wisdom I keep reminding myself. It kept me sane. It kept me from freaking out. And after several months, I finally decided to take a step forward and get my hands dirty with the dating game. And I fell 2 steps back instead.

Do you have any idea what a freak show the world is out there?! In search of Mr. Right for me, I came across some of the freakiest guys I’ve ever come across. All out of a sudden, I felt like a Carrie Bradshaw running episode after episodes of Sex and the City starring different freak stars each time.

Lemme give you a gist of some of the guest stars.

First, there was Mr. Terminal Disease. This guy happens to be younger than me and honestly speaking, I don’t really dig younger guys….coz they’re so childish. As if I’m not childish enough myself; so that’s the last thing I need. But Mr. Terminal Disease was such a persistent chatter and he insisted that we ought to meet up. I was having second thoughts; why bother meeting up if I’m not even interested?!

BUT….I decided to go against myself and give him a chance. For the sake of the good chats we had and his sincerity. On the surface at least. So we did end up meeting. True enough. No sparks. But that doesn’t mean I have to act all hostile and ditch him on the spot right. We had a good lunch and a good chat and said our bye byes.

The following night, we met online again. The he started asking questions like “What you think of me?” “Would you fall in love with a guy like me?” “Am I your type?” I was like shit…this can’t be good. Before I could even attempt answering all those questions, he was already professing his love for me. Cripes. In order to stall some time and not let him down, I said we shouldn’t go to fast since we met once only. And he took it quite nicely.

A few days and many sms later, he decided to be more honest with me because I am to be his future bf. Perasan tak the guy? Never mind that; but he revealed to me that he’s suffering from a terminal disease. Of course he’s not those final stage bed ridden type (else I couldn’t have met him up lah right) and I was so taken aback. Of all the millions of guys in this world, I had to bump into one with a terminal disease. He looked perfectly fine in the outside I didn’t suspect a thing at all. I was so panic stricken and I didn’t know how to dump him at all. From then on, it was more compassion than passion. I was worrying about him half the time and no way in gay hell am I going to play nurse here. Its fun to play nurse but it’s not fun to BE one ok.

A week more down the road, he revealed another piece of news to me. Yep…there’s more. Apparently, Mr. Terminal Disease is still seeing his ex; who has not 1, not 2, not 3, but 20 boyfriends currently. Yes you got that right. 20 boyfriends. And Mr. Terminal Disease is still considering whether to forgive him and accept him back or not.

All out of a sudden, I became counseling teacher. In the end, they talked things over and they’re back together. I merely gave him a plastic smile with a “Oh I’m so happy for you” face. I didn’t have to be the bad guy after all. Huge sigh of relief! Good luck sharing him with 19 other guys.

Mental note to self: Never ever date younger guys. EVER.

Then comes along the Buff Guy. Now this is saucier. I always had a thing for buff guys so I thought this could be fun. With Buff Guy, it was more lust than love. We had the raunchiest chats but we never met. Was kinda fun that way already . And one fine day, he e mailed me a video clip of him humping someone. Ok that’s fine, men have sex all the time and he’s not my lover, so its ok for him to sleep around all he wants.

Then there were more raunchy chats and he finally asked to meet up. Oooh…I was getting butterflies in my tummy. Meeting a buff guy….now that I never try before. It was those “Oooh I’m so scared to meet. I so shy lah. But I still want to meet….” kind of thing. Unfortunately, he was only available during my Langkawi trip. So we had to postpone.

And we have yet to meet up till today. But guess what happened yesterday?? At noon, I received an sms from an unknown number and it reads…

“Gay orgy party in Genting on so and so day. Free lodging. Strictly for 21 – 30 years old only. To join, please send an e mail to *insert-e mail add* “

Hmm….okkkkkaayy. Gay orgy parties. No thanks. But hey…wait a minute….don’t I know that e mail add from somewhere?? *Immediately opens G mail and screen through address book*

Eeeeeppps!!! The e mail add belonged to Buff Guy! That fucker organizes gay orgies!!! My god! And what are the odds of me receiving that sms also? Strike lottery even easier ok! Thank God I haven’t met him and nothing happened. Now I believe that God works in mysterious ways. Bye bye forever Buff Guy!

And finally, came The Monkey. No he doesn’t look like a monkey. Its just his nick. Now The Monkey is a more decent guy. Not very good looking but down to earth and friendly. Really genuine guy. And I do enjoy his company. The only drawback there was is that he kept on stressing how much he enjoys being single…..and he travels for work like a lot. But I told myself, “Aiyah…become friend also good enough what, since he’s such a good company” and I lived with that. Self consolation lah katanya. He calls and sms me quite oftenly and I do appreciate the attention he gives me. But earlier this month, he got really busy with his business trips again and we got a little drifted apart. And finally he came home and I met him online again. So I casually asked when could we meet up for drinks again and he dropped a bomb.

“I may not be able to meet you so soon coz I’m getting attached soon…”

Wtf. 1 minute he says how much he enjoys being single, keeps calling me everyday and the next thing he tells me he’s getting attached. I was crushed. Before I could even fall in love. Can that actually happen??! Well it’s a good thing I didn’t throw myself to him and make a fool out of myself. Die also must die with dignity okeh. Mak diva tau.

Thus ends the 1st season of Bradshaw’s Sex and the City. Sigh….i know I’m still young and I have plenty of time ahead shit, but there’s only so much I can take man. I might get a nervous breakdown if I come across another orgy planning terminal diseased guy who enjoys being single but is getting attached soon.

Cheers for singlehood.