"When it comes to living it up, nobody can beat the Indonesian Chinese... They never do things halfway. You can't order a piece of chicken or fish. If they could order a whole cow, they would."

Hehe. Huhu. Haha. BwargahAhahahHahahhHhahAHaHhaHahAAaAa.....

Thanks to The Straits Times, that's the woogliest thing I've read in weeks. It took me right back to the Erwinteoic Era. I loves.

Anyhoo, many people have been making me feel ultra weird these past few weeks. Weird as in, valued. Huhu. And special. Or as if I'm so popular and stuff. I've been spoken to in excited-for-no-reason tones, and had my name called out in loud, gushing decibels. It's a total overkill, I swear. These people have been acting as if I'm such a cool person to be seen with and it's like they want to tell the whole town Hey-looky-here-I-know-Nashe!
(Lets not consider the freak-mail-buggers on MYspace)


I don't know. And I'm not sure how I rate the feeling.

Just what is it about me now?
I'm never popular (notorious, maybe, but not popular), I look like a fried dodo half the time, I appear snobby, I don't have perfect teeth, hair, skin, body etc., I'm messy, unkempt and way detached from reality, I'm an idiot as a friend, I can whine too much, I like imitating Miss Swan, I'm ridiculously afraid of grass and weeds, I'm a bitch from Little Britain and, in a single glance of my BMI, a prospective patient for hypertension.

I'm not exactly someone whose alliance you'd be exclaiming to the entire world.

Therefore, this is weird.

I don't usually feel appreciated this much. I appreciate the people who make me feel this way, of course. If only this happens to me everyday, and everyone feels appreciated like I do... we'll have an utopia under way.


I'm off to watch TMNT.
and just don't ask which fan-of-Nashe I'm going with, coz I'm not telling.