Monday Morning

its seriously depressing to be staying home all day long.
im sucha bummer.
i've only 7 bucks.
i don't know when my pay is gon be wired in.
i've got the fucking nerves to plan to get ready for dblo.

ok, 7 bucks can gimme 2 shots.
haha.
my line got cut.
=(
my bills are piling.
i have to bring my portfolio to the interview on monday.
which is ultra depressing cause we have to bring poly results and i know my results suck ass.
and i bet, if i were to show them my resume they probably be "we'll have to call you back"

ahhhhhhh.
student internship program= cheap labour.
i am so fucking depressed i might as well eat stapler bullets.

ipin just called. im ultra fucking depressed right now.
our fucking pay is not in yet.
stoopid fucking company.

so this is how broke ass people feel?
its pretty cool.

my daily dose of caffeine makes me flying pretty high.
my daily dose of laughter makes me pretty happy.(can't think of any other words to use-heh)
and your daily dose of pretty pictures makes you pretty satisfied, doesn't it?

I fell asleep with the phone again, while talking to amirul.
daddy had got into a major fit when he couldn't contact anyone of us.
my mom wasn't answering her phone,
and i, i was pretty much shagged out to noticed the phone was ringing nonstop hits.
i guessed he must've called around ten times till i realised that my dream about my handphone ringing was in actual fact, ringing!

He gave a good lecture bout how important is it to put the phone back so that we're contactable.
And i wondered what was so important that he had a panic attack when none of us was contactable, ouh...
did i tell you...
he actually wanna know...
whether....

my mom bought the papers yet.
=)

oh wells, back to mugging.

It's like you're my favourite drug.

i'm a minimalist, i'm applying that to my education.
i know, i feel i'm gonna get a panic session when i realised i've still lots to study.
cause, right now, i'm anticipating millions of stuffs.

my legs are itching for the dancefloor (is that all i think about?)
i think im the youngest person to get retrenched. heh.
i am counting to the interview date i have with Adidas.
yes, internship with Adidas.
how-fucking-wicked?!

(and now im having laughing bout thinking that im gonna be dressed head to toe in Adidas tracksuit ala-ala Missy Elliot)

but first, please retail branding paper on monday end sooooooon!!

i smell warm shower, soap, sunsilk shampoo.
the toilet is calling me.
i'll chat with you pretty soon.

nini's ORD.(haha, chibai right) mos that very night, with LIVE THE DREAM earlier on. Utt...Utt...Utt...
did i mentioned Utt was there?
Utt...

i skipped branding lecture,
why would you guys wanna know about that.
saturday burnt. fuck work.
catching up session with diy (aku rindu kau) and naq.
wany , you're missed.

monday, bummed.
in the nutshell, my week was filled with nothingness cept' the mos part.
clubbing always makes one happy,doesn't it?

this week, i was being clingy.
to amirul.
so i hung around like a fruit fly over a fruit (picture that-)

i'm sorry my line's been cut.

i love ittttt!

haha.
later am gonna cut me hair short.
im pretty sick with this hair. move over rihanna!

was soccer on yesterday?
why must people order mcdelivery everytime soccer is on?
with the constant ringing of the phone and everytime i tell them off that THE FUCKING WAITING TIME IS AN HOUR & HALF DUE TO OVERWHELMING ORDERS, the cheena chibai, pundeks just had to exclaimed loudly

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAH SO LONG AHHH, MCDONALDS JUST INFRONT OF MY HOUSE, YOU NOE"

then i'll fucking reply

"THEN GO DOWN AND BUY ,U MOTHERFUCKING COW"

maybe i'll just reply that on my last day of work, if they happen to be a bitch.

its 4, should really get going.
will update later.

well,it's mellow alright.
all these other factors have sublimal effect on me.
shit.
i hated these feelings.
i've warn you and myself that this bound to happen.

i have my sudden outbursts of insanity.
if i were to tell you, you'll laugh and tell me how ridiculous i can get.

i caught you snooping around my friendster. i have absolutely nothing against that.
but wth were you doing viewing his?
haha, jealousy or curiousity at its best?
i hope your humongous ego burst into an orion's belt and your pride sucked out of you and into the milky way.
and maybe one day you can take over the world with your world domination's speeches.
goodluck with your YEKK-ness.

shall not waste my brain cells pondering why did we even last. heh.
i'm itching to stuff whatever bits and pieces of randomness up your face since you're one sore fuck and request all your bullshits back. i don't use them anyway.

on a happier but not-so-looking-forward note, i have a presentation to rehearse to and some Sales Management to attend to.
and someone cute to talk to.

my throat fucking burns from all those fags i had yesterday.
thanks girlfriends for the much awaited meetup.

i need serious catching up to do with some people.
CALL ME!
heh.

and all these bapak-kau-peh-laki nyer projects, please end soon cause its driving me up the wall.
my groupmates are such bitches.
you guys smelled so cheena and i swear all those babi you've eaten are rotting in between your teeth cause you don't fucking shower before going school, god knows you even brush your fucking teeth cause its fucking yellow and its probably algae-d.


sally is chatting about zoukout.
i can't believe almost a year just flew passed my very eyes.
i can't believe i've met someone awesome.
i can't believe i feel GREAT letting someone go.

AND I CAN'T FUCKING BELIEVE THAT I'M GRADUATING.
my 3-fucking-useless years in TP.

now am waiting ever so patiently so my mr rusty to gimme a call.
projects are waiting,
so is WOMAD,
so is ZOUK,
so is MOS,
LETS!

I'm freezing my ass off in the computer lab.

My fellow groupmate, I wish to tell you...

Okay not tell,YELL, SCREAM, SPIT AT YOU cuz...

YOU HAVE THE WORST SMELLING BREATH EVER.



I nearly turned blue from holding my breath too long.

PRESENTATION TIME BEBEH.