1) At least 3 people have came up to my and asked me whether I use cologne or not. I usually answer yes, and ask if the way I smell is being repulsive or not. Their answer? “Nope, cuz you don’t smell like anything at all.” My thoughts?
“Isn’t that… good? and besides its really weird and redundant to ask a question like that right? I mean… Its almost like you expect me to smell like something.”

2) I took a stroll around KLCC and found out that Malaysia has finally brought in 7 for Mankind. Not that I would fork out that kind of money for a pair of denims anyway- Unless I purge away all my other hobby expenditures and invest solely on clothing.

3) Mom said that my pits are so dense they look like dirt. Thank you mom, I’ll go grab a shaver now.

4) I always thought Elder’s messages were quite simple, an straight to the point. I withdraw that statement for now. Today’s sermon was heavily laden with metaphors and similes so overwhelming it was almost as if I was struck with some sort of imagination-dyslexia trying to make a connection. I think I should be getting more than 7 hours of sleep everyday to prep myself for all these unexpected curve-balls.

5) I get contradictory comments about the way I look sometimes. My colleague told me that I remind her of shaggy from scooby doo, and follow on to say that I actually do look good without glasses on. In my head I’m thinking… “Err… ok, so are those two comments mutually exclusive?” “Shaggy doesn’t wear glasses, so you’re meaning to say I shouldn’t too?” “putting both premises together, if you think I look good without glasses, and I look like shaggy, does that mean you think shaggy is good looking? should I even be taking advice from someone who thinks that shaggy is hot?”

Anyway wearing contacts everyday and staring on the laptop screen for very long hours is bad. My eyeballs might dry up and crumble into desert ash.

6) Oddly I was reminded to smile if I were to ever catch glimpses of someone else (especially the pretty ones) in the mall. But usually while I walk around my eyes are downcast like a classic dork, and then most of the time I miss all of it and go what? where?

There’s this uncanny pressure to make friendliness a lifestyle and not just retain it at the four walls of familiarity.

7) I want this:

and a kitchen island. And a loft styled house where I can invite people for dinner parties and they won’t sit in the living area secretly farting on my sofa without me keeping an eye on them, or lazing around without feeling guilty that I’m working relentlessly trying to prepare the greatest dinner in the world while they talk about zombies or footballs. Actually, I just love dinner parties, and am wanting a more fellowship friendly kitchen. Sorry future wife; I can’t promise you a sacred holy of holies place accessible only to the queen-priestess of the house to burn her cuisine offerings.

8) Remember to tip the waiter(tress).

9) I lectured with my fly down last week. Not cool, and definitely not in the lesson plan to attempt to inject humor to the class.

10) And I quote from an anonymous wise person: “All things work out for good in the end. If its not good, means its not the end yet.”

Amen to that.