Yesterday. I watched The Series of Unfortunate Events with idra. Nice, creatively done and humbly cute show. We're lovin the show & and the cheesy dogs.. I just love long stuff. Not till the unfortunate thing happened to me, while i was watching the show. Two 14-yr old boys, scout lookalike but with cheerleader attitude. Yes, Both of them. Squealing noises. No, they're too young to know what gayfied-ing means. But then again, i might be wrong. Having them as sidelines, spoil the mood of mine. E.g. when Jim Carey makes that "oh oh aarrgghh arrghH!!" (monkey sound) to the little Sunny, these pests would imitate thinking they'd win the best voiceover. Okay.

They eat popcorn like fat mice! I tell u, if that nicely folded popcorn box could be anymore upsized to a shape of a briefcase, they'd wait no more to swim in that. And happily doing it. *slaps forehead.

But nothing can make me feel better when i switched on to Idol on 5. No Mario means No Vazquez. No Vazquez means No Fest. No Fest means No Funny Accent. No Funny Accent means no Nice Curvy Lips. No nice curvy Lips means no Fantasy for me. Shit.

I'm at work now. Waiting for assignments to be delegated to me from the Lady and the young lady. So far none. Called mom to tell her that Christy (its a guy's name too. yah.) is one of CLEO's most eligible bachelor this yr. haha.. but he's really nice. Met him at Club Med, he's one of the GO who does the managing. Suave chap. Good catch. (Does anybody have a gd bait to spare me?)

Kept having pee urges. My tap's freakin loose now. I'm gonna have to call Mike to fix it.