Nerf, Nerf, Nerf!

you make me laugh so hard darling. sometimes i laugh so hard my sides hurt. i laugh so hard i tear, while coughing uncontrollably. most often when you leave me in stitches, you have that quizzical look on your face. you have no idea what you said or did could make me keel over with laughter. i don't need you to tell me a joke or a funny story. most of the time it isn't even something you said to me. it's probably a cute sound your made, an actual account of something you have done or experienced, a particular way in which you sing at the top of your lungs, when you blush, and of course when you make up new words to amuse me. yes it's true that, there holds no definition or meaning to the words you make up apart from the fact that it rhymes. but that in itself is good enough to entertain me.

i'm sure that couples the world over understand and know what they want from each other. i also admit that we have been together but for a brief duration of time. i will not coin us as being 'mundane and predictable', just to belittle the remaining people in the world. but how many people out there can describe the excitement of squatting in a toilet corner and watching ants get poisoned? you with your attention-span-of-a-warted-amphibian could be glued to such a sight, just have me laughing my guts out. i have often told you that we should get regular activities like normal folks, but no, normal is the least of it huh?

i was sleepy to say the least when we both went to bed. you said you were tired too. how is it that now i am the one wide eyed and bushy tailed, sitting here while you doze away? now that you've tired yourself out making me hold my sides laughing. i guess you still have the last laugh.

i love that you make me laugh. i love the fact that you enjoy making me laugh. sleep tight lil bug, sleep tight...

Yes Darling, Smurf rhymes with Nerf...

Hammer, Hammer, Hammer.

i get excited when i work on cars. i always do. no surprise there with guys and automobiles. i enjoy getting down and dirty. it could be rewiring an extra light to fit beneath the dash, or installing a brand new deck. simple or hard, as long as i'm fiddling in the car, my attention is full on, locked to the task at hand.

this time round, i am helping my baby upgrade her sound system in her car. last week, she got herself some nice hardware to add into her car. she bought a nice 12" sub and a brand spanking new amp to boost the max decibels her current system can throw out. so my end of the deal is to install it all in for her. i promised to make a nice custom boot sub-box for her. i already procured all the necessary bits that are needed for the little project.

my enthusiasm got the better of me today. i was going to take it slow in completing the project, on account that i wanted to prolong the whole process of fixing it bit by bit. cause the way i figure it, if i finished it all in one shot, there did be no more fun things for me to play with. try as i did, i failed. i couldn't stop myself. each time i set a new finishing task to end, i did a little more instead. in the end, i finished constructing the whole job. i couldn't resist the temptation. i had inevitably lull myself into the pretense that i could actually pace myself. even though i failed to make it last longer, i had a damn good time finishing it in record time. you win some and you lose some.

Reluctantly crouched at the starting line,
engines pumping and thumping in time.

Vroom, Vroom, Vroom!

kirby-dirby is finally back on the road. it took awhile. a long long while. i was even starting to be a bit suspect of the intentions of the said crap car driver. so much excuses in such a long period of time does numb one to the fact that it is possible, quite possible that one got stiffed big time. what can i say? not much point in getting police assistance really. their only concern is IF there is loss of life or grievous bodily harm. so a small dent with scrapped paint across the door hardly constitutes a national emergency. no chance to see the local S.W.A.T team swarm into my crap neighbours place to pepper him in a spray of hot projectile. it got to the point where i myself, a known and muched loved optimist, began to question the very foundation of the faith in mankind as a whole.

now i don't claim to see the world through rose tinted glasses. there will always be people with bad and ugly intentions, that we cannot deny or ignore, truth be told i am probably one of the few in the world who can truly say that, i wholely believe in the goodness of the common man. but after a long period of staring at my damage car sitting outside the house, i concluded that i would have to bear the cost of getting my ride fixed myself. visions of me crashing through his front glass door in a hail of glass shrapnel with my war-mace to bludgeon him to death in his semi-sleep state plagued me.

i could have just taken my baseball bat in my backseat to dent his car back, but that would have been way too passe for me. unless he actually saw me doing it, the whole point of denting his car would have been missed. i would have dented every panel of his car, riddled his hood with screw driver punctures, slashed his tyres, poured oil-based paint all over before taking a dump on his roof. i would have considered that to be a statement from me and not a mindless act of retaliation.

but it turned out, he made good a promise made. long it may be. but it was kept. kirby-dirby returned from the panel-beater spotless and dent free. all good.

Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high.

Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!

its was another damn good friday. we had my baby's schoolmates over to chill over at our place. we ordered a pizza meal from a shop near our place. food came while we were sitting around in front of the telly.

for an extra special treat, baby made ondeh-ondeh. for the uninitiated, its green balls with brown sugar stuffing and coconut sprinkles. i love 'em green things. so soft, so sweet. mmm... i had only to crush the block of suger to more user friendly pieces so that she could use it. wasn't a bang up job i did. lumpy. a second belated task was to shred pandan leaves, but even that totally s-exploded and caused an ejectculation of hot green stuff all over the kitchen wall. not my idea of kinky shit really. it really looked like spent bong water with debris all over the place. god damn, hot plant juice burns. nwad can attest to what it looked like. she might be following me and waiz for a shopping trip coming thursday. hey, our club might be getting bigger. accepting apprenticeship, enquire within.

guys are just like doggies. easy to entertain. throw in an item like a game console, and they will get together like a raging fire and hard wood. girls on the other hand are like kitties. they will only take to you if and when they decide to. no amount of coaxing, coercing or bribing will bring them to you. all in good time for them.

Hip Hip Hooray!