My Camera, My Computer, My Gym, and FHM

After a long neglect, and a request from die-hard fan Mahirah, a new blog entry's a-coming. Yeehaw.

1. Camera Dieded

It IS the summer holidays, so a little bit of lazy-assery is quite expected. In any case me old camera died so no pictures anytime soon. It was a brick of a camera which doesn't go so well with my habit of stuffing it down my jeans (in the pockets, mind you) so the screen ended up so warped that if I had a book of Egyptian hieroglyphs, I could build my own Stargate.

2. Old Laptop Resurrected, Then Dieded Again

The old laptop had a minor resurrection the other day. Dunno much about computers but they say probably that the engine in it got overheated due to the fan not working well enough thanks to the fact that the insides' a mini dust bunny petting zoo.

Shoving a small fan under its arse lends me some minutes to extract many of the pictures already in it, totally not helped by the computer screen which like the camera, is also warped. You kinda need to put your thumb on a certain point at the top of the screen and put pressure on it to de-warp the damn thing so you can see enough to use the pinky of your other hand to move the touchpad around. After a while, the thing will warp back irregardless of your digit being there and you'd have to wrestle the bugger for a bit before trying to find the sweet spot to thumb again. I'd rate the experience just about as enjoyable as fingering an unwilling she-bear.

After trying vainly to pleasure the beast for the gigs of mp3s in there, I quite characteristically insulted the fidelity of its mother and bought myself a new one. A new laptop, I mean, not a new bear.

3. The Gym That I Go To

If you're looking for hot girls at the gym, best give the KLCC Twin Tower Fitness Club a wide berth. The place is nice and all, and the activities there are alright (picked up aikido on Fridays) but most of the fellas there are Petronas engineers who work there and who are like 30plus. The girl at the counter, Ira, is cute though.

From time to time, I treat it like a convenient shower place. After doing the shopping at Suria KLCC, I just pop down there and take a sauna. Beats jumping into the kiddie pool by the recreation lake outside. Getting arrested for suspected pedophilia will probably not be good on the CV.

4. The FHM World's Most Wanted Women 2008 Party

Being a regular reader of FHM, I got this invite to the FHM party at The Loft. Thought I'd drop in, see what's the fuss about. Too bad no one else I know buys FHM, so that meant I was gonna wing it alone that night.

The place was quite cozy, after a pint and a cigar, I joined in a group of guys who turned out to be the rowdiest there. Excellent stuff. Girls were hot (what few there were, the early part being a total sausage fest) drinks were pricey, and after midnight it was pretty jumping.

And if on the off-chance you're that cute, funny VI-hating psychologist girl (Evelyn? Ee Ling?), I'd quite consider selling a 99-year lease on my soul for her to call me or something. Damn I was a total faggot for forgetting to ask her number. Damn damn damn.