Bunga Api

Today i am in my melancholic mood. Yes, the mood when i believe life sucks and prozac would be the key to solve all my problems. Trying my best to control these unwanted thoughts, i decided to follow all the rest of the Wellingtonians to maen bunge api. Yes, bunga api! Not cikai cikai ones mind you....We are indeed talking about those huge, chunky and multicoloured ones. Thanks to encik NJB la kan for buying the whole trunk. ( i dont know how much they cost). It was fun; laughing, shouting and simply watching the bunge api (s) . Having said this, those who are close to me must remember how much i enjoy watching bunge api. My jaws will go drop open and my eyes wont blink everytime i see the bunga api shows. Regardless whether i am next to a Kiwi hunk during guy fawkes, mat rempit Melaka near MITC, or the Indonesians near KLCC for Merdeka or New Year. Bunga api shows never failed to make me happy. Almost all of my exes know this. Hence, when i was mad at them for being late they will drive me to KL area Bukit Bintang to stop me from nagging or babbling. Chiem used to do 3 rounds. Vijay had to do 5 rounds (motor extra effort la kan). in fact, they find this habit of mind rather amusing. Hence point of this entry would be: Senang dapat awek cam aku ni, just rent an appartamento next to Bukit Bintang, i wont nag...ever..