So someone who, at one point of time in my life, was someone significant, turned 22 today. Even though it was supposed to be a day to celebrate jubilance, adulthood, and a lifetime of happiness and wellness, he turned out to be quite an asshole. Pardon me, I am clueless as to how to put it politely. The least you could have done when someone wishes you well is to reciprocate by expressing gratitude. Really, a word of thanks would have sufficed. A "yeah. whatever" was definitely uncalled for. A foul mood is no excuse for such ungraciousness. At least not by my standard. gee, up yours man.

In any case, that brief period of sms exchange left me unfazed. I got up, showered and caught up with the tube. I missed last night's epl celebration show, dammit. But nevermind that. Oh God, I almost forgot that I'll be heading down to the driving centre tomorrow. It has been a while and I am definitely dreading it. I've forgotten how to do parallel parking and I can definitely expect an earful from my instructor. wahlaueyyy.

And then, just a while ago, some kid messaged me on msn asking me what I was up to when my status appeared as Busy. I replied "was busy with something" with utmost nonchalance and he asked "wat?" wahlauuuu. He is quite the nosey parker and I don't even know him.

Mak saya pun tak ada kaypoh macam gitu sekali.

And the the rest of the evening was spent watching The Official History of Liverpool FC. I am falling head over heels in love with Steven Gerrard all over again. *sighs dreamily* Ohhh and I must say that Ian Rush looks much much better as he gets older. He can also do without that moustache.

hur hur.

In my humble opinion, only one man can pull it off and that is Nassier Wahab. Don't ask why, I just think so.