Ok so Saturday was a riot. I moved quite a lot. (I refuse to use the word 'dance' because fact of the matter is, I didn't dance. I just moved).

In fact, I moved so much that I'm still having leg cramps. Kaki ku sakit nyaaarr... Macam lenguh-lenguh gituk. You know, it's like you have not exercised for a very long time, then suddenly you run ten thousand miles, ah macam gituk ah sakit nya. It's really bad for someone whose form of exercise is well... Shopping (or window-shopping when you don't have the cash) - like me.

May I quote from Queen Eli, 'Saturday was mad, rad and wet'. Ouh yeah we got wet alright. Too much grinding, gyrating and gallivanting. Kata malam muda-mudi... Hurhur...

I read Jila's entry in her blog. She was wondering why she attracts weird people. She's lucky she only got the weird people. At least they have character. I attract the Unsavoury Characters lah cann!! Men who are balding, beer-bellying and aging!! Not to mention, leering AND salivating!! TWICE I got approached by these Unsavoury Characters who wanted to dance with me. Twice too many times. ~Eh sila eh~ Tolong jangan stresskan aku by coming on to me and start touching my arms and my waist in hope for a dance. What, did you really think I would dance with you? Let me say why I can't and I won't.

1) You scare me with your arm-flapping 'dance' moves. You remind me too much of Sesame Street. Don't ask me why. You just do.

2) Alcohol breadth is NOT cool. Ok?

3) Leering AND salivating at the same time is ALSO not cool. Ok?

4) Touching me is the WORST of my tak-cool list. Ok?

5) Your beer-belly gets it the way of us dancing together. My body will be rubbing your beer-belly instead of your chest. Tak stim lah nyaaarr... Berdansa dengan kau!!

Ok? I can go on. There's about ten thousand points on Why I Won't And I Can't Dance With You. But 5 will do.

(I want that guy with the sexy specs and that even sexier fedora hat. Mr. Sexy Fedora, I wanna bump into you. As in, bump into you some other time.)