My crush on #1 Crush is not showing signs of lessening. It’s getting more intense by the minute. He is not making things easy for me (not on purpose, I don’t think). If I don’t email him in the morning, he’d email me first.
He had been asking for my YM. Apparently chatting is easier than emailing. I think emailing is the way to go so that it could be drawn out for a longer period of time. Hehehhehe…
Anyways, I added him to my YM the night before and I turned on my YM at work, after much encouragement by the receptionist. His ID says he was offline but less than a minute after I turned on my YM, he sent me a message. We’ve been chatting for the better part of the afternoon.
Have I mentioned that he is cute? Even when chatting and/or emailing? Sighh...
Showing posts with label Cuties. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cuties. Show all posts
Saturday, September 1, 2007
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Something Blue
Lunch time is quite the big deal around here, especially since we have to wait until 1.30 before we get to eat. There are plenty of choices around here but after a while, they would all taste the same anyway.
I’ve even made some lunch for myself, just to shake things up. So far, I’ve managed to cook up some pasta with tomato-based sauce and chicken soup with potatoes and white rice. I am trying to expand my repertoire pretty soon.
But there is one restaurant that seems to be the receptionist’s favorite. I don’t really mind going there. The food is not bad but sometimes it takes 45 minutes for a simple kuey tiaw soup to arrive. The waiters made it nicer to be there though. One cute guy looked exactly like one cute Malay actor but he’s hardly around anymore.
The crème de la crème has got to be the cashier. I think he’s new. Not so sure. Have not seen him before until a couple of months ago. Very cute, very adorale. I mean, adorable. I just wanna bite his cheeks. The ones on his face. When I say face, I mean his face. And when I say face, I don’t mean his ass. He sits behind the cashier counter all day long! How could I get a glimpse of his ass??
Anyways, we had been flimiling (flirting and smiling) with each other for a while now but I have no idea what to call him. So one day, I got the receptionist to ask for his name and he replied. I thought he was kidding. His name is the same as the Malay singer that won AF and is now called SMS King. I did not believe and asked for ID. He showed it to me but I did not really get a good look.
The receptionist was shocked that the boy was willingly showing me his ID. I mean, come on dude, it’s not like he dropped trou and whipped it out for me to see. It’s just ID. So after that, we would just have this fleeting mini flimiling moments at the cash register where I’d take the chance to touch his hand when I take change and he would always smile at that.
Today, after a long absence, we went back to that restaurant. He was there, as per usual, being all cute and dark. Oh, did I mention that he has the nicest, deepest, most romantic eyes? Sigh. Hang on. Drool’s all over the keyboard. *wipes*
When we went to pay, the receptionist talked to him. I did not really get the gist of what they were talking about but suddenly he exclaimed that he thinks I am handsome. Out of the blue. Of course I blushed crimson. *gurly shriek!*
The receptionist gave me a disbelieving look. The cute guy just stood there smiling. I paid up and flashed him my most dazzling smile and then left. The receptionist pestered me, kept asking me what was going on, whether cute cashier guy has turned to the fag side. I can’t really say now can I? She insisted that he is a fag coz he proclaimed loudly that I was handsome. No one’s ever called me handsome. *swoons*
Update: The receptionist went downstairs at 5 to buy some bread for dinner and she stopped by the restaurant and actually told him that I said hi. He blushed crimson! According to her that is. But I did make her swear that she was telling the truth or her boyfriend’s penis would remain flaccid for eternity. She swore. Guess it’s true. Yay!
Update #2: We went for lunch at the restaurant today and yes, the cute guy smiled at me enthusiastically. This time, the receptionist asked for his number and said that I was asking for his number. He asked why at first but then he gave it to her to give me.
I’ve even made some lunch for myself, just to shake things up. So far, I’ve managed to cook up some pasta with tomato-based sauce and chicken soup with potatoes and white rice. I am trying to expand my repertoire pretty soon.
But there is one restaurant that seems to be the receptionist’s favorite. I don’t really mind going there. The food is not bad but sometimes it takes 45 minutes for a simple kuey tiaw soup to arrive. The waiters made it nicer to be there though. One cute guy looked exactly like one cute Malay actor but he’s hardly around anymore.
The crème de la crème has got to be the cashier. I think he’s new. Not so sure. Have not seen him before until a couple of months ago. Very cute, very adorale. I mean, adorable. I just wanna bite his cheeks. The ones on his face. When I say face, I mean his face. And when I say face, I don’t mean his ass. He sits behind the cashier counter all day long! How could I get a glimpse of his ass??
Anyways, we had been flimiling (flirting and smiling) with each other for a while now but I have no idea what to call him. So one day, I got the receptionist to ask for his name and he replied. I thought he was kidding. His name is the same as the Malay singer that won AF and is now called SMS King. I did not believe and asked for ID. He showed it to me but I did not really get a good look.
The receptionist was shocked that the boy was willingly showing me his ID. I mean, come on dude, it’s not like he dropped trou and whipped it out for me to see. It’s just ID. So after that, we would just have this fleeting mini flimiling moments at the cash register where I’d take the chance to touch his hand when I take change and he would always smile at that.
Today, after a long absence, we went back to that restaurant. He was there, as per usual, being all cute and dark. Oh, did I mention that he has the nicest, deepest, most romantic eyes? Sigh. Hang on. Drool’s all over the keyboard. *wipes*
When we went to pay, the receptionist talked to him. I did not really get the gist of what they were talking about but suddenly he exclaimed that he thinks I am handsome. Out of the blue. Of course I blushed crimson. *gurly shriek!*
The receptionist gave me a disbelieving look. The cute guy just stood there smiling. I paid up and flashed him my most dazzling smile and then left. The receptionist pestered me, kept asking me what was going on, whether cute cashier guy has turned to the fag side. I can’t really say now can I? She insisted that he is a fag coz he proclaimed loudly that I was handsome. No one’s ever called me handsome. *swoons*
Update: The receptionist went downstairs at 5 to buy some bread for dinner and she stopped by the restaurant and actually told him that I said hi. He blushed crimson! According to her that is. But I did make her swear that she was telling the truth or her boyfriend’s penis would remain flaccid for eternity. She swore. Guess it’s true. Yay!
Update #2: We went for lunch at the restaurant today and yes, the cute guy smiled at me enthusiastically. This time, the receptionist asked for his number and said that I was asking for his number. He asked why at first but then he gave it to her to give me.
Tuesday, February 6, 2007
Never Kill A Boy On A First Date
The new season of American Idol has officially started. I love American Idol! I was actually in the US when Kelly Clarkson was crowned as the first Idol.
I dunno why but I’ve never really gotten interested in the reality shows in Malaysia. I did try to follow Malaysian Idol but Jaclyn Victor? Lame. Okay, okay, maybe she’s not that lame, what with her Surround Sound Voice and all. However, I do need to point out that she’s utterly unable to do the SSV thingy (ya know, where she would hold the microphone over her head or five meters off the side of her face) ever since she clinched the title. If you don’t believe me, watch her in Juara Lagu where she was singing Gemilang. She jazzed it up a bit and she could not perform it as she did on MI.
Don’t even get me started on Daniel. He’s cute lar but cute is not enough to be an Idol. Okay, maybe he got a competent singing voice but still. Competent should not be enough.
I really don’t like Akademi Fantasia. One friend said the reason why I did not like AF is because AF is catered to the typical Malay. Sexcuse me? Am I not Malay enough? He said I was not and that I am more contemporary and Americanized. Wuteva. But seriously, look at all the winners. Vince? Okay only lor. Zahid? Can’t really sing an original composition, except lately. Mawi? Sawi? Color me bored. Faizal? Who?
One in a Million. Now that is a concept. But why is Dayang Nurfaizah in it? I know, I know, it was all sexplained already but she’s an award-winning, accomplished veteran with several albums under her belt. Hardly seems fair. What would it do for Dayang’s career? A win would not really help. She’s already a big enough name. Losing would be bad for her, in my opinion. In the end, she did lose.
Anyways, getting back to American Idol. Each season would produce at least one superstar. Kelly Clarkson has gone on to win awards. Jennifer Hudson just got a Golden Globe. Carrie Underwood is carving a niche in the country market. I think Katharine McPhee would be the breakout star from last season, even though she lost the Idol crown to that spastic Taylor Hicks.
This season so far has been weak. The initial auditions have not really shown us any potential winners. Although there were a few good ones, mostly from the girls. There were also a few good looking boys that made me drool. There was one boy, Jerry or something. 16 years old but smokin’ hot. Good voice too. Paula was squirming in her seat like she had inserted a vibrator in her pussycat doll. You could always tell when Paula Jr. is speaking when Paula acts all modest and coy and blushing.
People never give her credit. She’s really a good actress. She could act normal, okay slightly normal, even when she’s stoned out of her mind. And she could still let Paula Jr. do the talking in that condition too. I have new level of respect for Paula’s professionalism.
I dunno why but I’ve never really gotten interested in the reality shows in Malaysia. I did try to follow Malaysian Idol but Jaclyn Victor? Lame. Okay, okay, maybe she’s not that lame, what with her Surround Sound Voice and all. However, I do need to point out that she’s utterly unable to do the SSV thingy (ya know, where she would hold the microphone over her head or five meters off the side of her face) ever since she clinched the title. If you don’t believe me, watch her in Juara Lagu where she was singing Gemilang. She jazzed it up a bit and she could not perform it as she did on MI.
Don’t even get me started on Daniel. He’s cute lar but cute is not enough to be an Idol. Okay, maybe he got a competent singing voice but still. Competent should not be enough.
I really don’t like Akademi Fantasia. One friend said the reason why I did not like AF is because AF is catered to the typical Malay. Sexcuse me? Am I not Malay enough? He said I was not and that I am more contemporary and Americanized. Wuteva. But seriously, look at all the winners. Vince? Okay only lor. Zahid? Can’t really sing an original composition, except lately. Mawi? Sawi? Color me bored. Faizal? Who?
One in a Million. Now that is a concept. But why is Dayang Nurfaizah in it? I know, I know, it was all sexplained already but she’s an award-winning, accomplished veteran with several albums under her belt. Hardly seems fair. What would it do for Dayang’s career? A win would not really help. She’s already a big enough name. Losing would be bad for her, in my opinion. In the end, she did lose.
Anyways, getting back to American Idol. Each season would produce at least one superstar. Kelly Clarkson has gone on to win awards. Jennifer Hudson just got a Golden Globe. Carrie Underwood is carving a niche in the country market. I think Katharine McPhee would be the breakout star from last season, even though she lost the Idol crown to that spastic Taylor Hicks.
This season so far has been weak. The initial auditions have not really shown us any potential winners. Although there were a few good ones, mostly from the girls. There were also a few good looking boys that made me drool. There was one boy, Jerry or something. 16 years old but smokin’ hot. Good voice too. Paula was squirming in her seat like she had inserted a vibrator in her pussycat doll. You could always tell when Paula Jr. is speaking when Paula acts all modest and coy and blushing.
People never give her credit. She’s really a good actress. She could act normal, okay slightly normal, even when she’s stoned out of her mind. And she could still let Paula Jr. do the talking in that condition too. I have new level of respect for Paula’s professionalism.
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