Monday Morning

For the umpteenth time, I gotta stop crying over dramas/movies/shows that I've watch ten thousand times. I was watching Love is Cinta with my dad earlier on and dang, I was crying nonstop hits- again.

My dad was comforting,
"AHHHH CRY LA, CRY LAHHHH. CRY CRY CRY ONLY."


and I'm back to more reports. I stayed up the whole night yesterday, working on my report till six and before that, entertaining Naq.
I'm not the psycho bitch here. But I was reading this psycho bitch's blog on how sex craze she is. Shes sick, mentally. And ugly. wait, make that FUCKING UGLY and shes a prostitute. taaaa-daaah!

I'd told ya.
The world's coming to an end.

Now, now where do I wanna go for New Year Eve?

At this point to time, I wish I could be long winded and typed down nonsensical stuffs on my report that sound true. With my books and notes that were when I was in Year 1 all the way to 3 strewn all over the desk, bed and floor, I really don't have space literally and time here.
All due to the selfish reason- I wanna celebrate my New Year! I want to drink and be merry to 2008 cause 07 was fucked!

Adidas seems like a prudent company to do a report on, not to say DEPEND YOUR FUCKING GRADES ON. My GPA better soar across the roof, for I've spent all my miserable waking hours on these shitloads of craps. I'm keeping my fingers cross and if I could have my way, I wished all my toes and fingers would be intertwined. HAHA. (okay, I was just imagining how deformed it must've looked.)

I am slouching as low as possible and my fingers are getting cramps due to the constant typing. I can even feel my brain juice seeping out through my ears. Oh yeah boy. And it was purple.

I wish fags make you destress. It does sometimes to some people. But to me, it made me wanna shit. Well, most of the time. Like now.

You know, I havent been on good term with my boyfriend. But I love it when he fell asleep on me while we're talking and all I could hear is his breathing. Then I'll go, "I love you baby, but since u fell asleep on me, we'll continue arguing tomorrow okay sugarplum?"

Impossible is Nothing, doofus. Now get back to the possibility of having a soaring-through-sky-GPA report.

So what's up?

Apart from a very bad December I'm facing, everything went okay. I guess.
Apart from the fact that my shoulder aches like fuck;
Apart from the fact that I'm dead broke;
Apart from the fact that my projects are piling;
Apart from the fact that my temper flared while I was on the phone with my boyfriend cause it was fucking warm and cause I havent shower yet.

Urgh.

Life isnt as pretty as I would love to paint in the blog, ya know.
I cant imagine how inhumane Adidas can get. GOD!! YOU GUYS ARE LIKE A MONTH LATE!! where the fuck is my November's pay?!?!
I need to feed, like hello?? Isn't there anyone in human resource?
As in H-U-M-A-N!Do I really need to spell it out for you?

I know we're only interns. But you guys ought to be ashamed of yourselves. Tsk!

Fuming aside. (jeeez what the fuck am I listening to - radiohead. HAHA.)

Anyways, I've gotten a nicer Christmas present this year. Ho Ho Ho. Lets drink and be merry. :)

8th Dec '07

Zoukout.

We really need to stop arguing. Its not healthy, babe. I ♥ You.

I want december to pass.
I want 2007 to disappear.

Saturday never seem to be a temptaion for me to go out these days. Or have I've gone all homely and sort?

I woke up with a jolt this morning, flustered and frustrated.
Jeez.
The teley for 9 hours literally. The teley condemns me to a degrading social life.

Atleast, I managed to catch Alvin and the chipmunks yesterday. Yeah, I'm a tad updated. Fucking cute this one. Go watch it!

Oh, I shouldn't really be doing this cause I should really be doing my report right now. Urgh!

What a killer this semester is!
I realised there isnt really any time for me to work even. Man, how does it feels like to not have to work for three FUCKING months?!?Okay, hooray to the fact that I'm outta Temasek by february *throws confettis* butttt I hate, hate, hate the rushness of it all. Goddddd, YOU FUCKING BITCHES, I FUCKING HATE YOU GUYS. I FUCKING HOPE YOU GUYS FAIL IN WHATEVER YOU DO AND CUZ WHATEVER YOU DO SUCKS COCK EITHER WAY AND I HOPE THAT I COULD SIT BEHIND YOU GUYS ONE DAY,CHEWING ON MY FINGERNAILS AND FUCKING SPIT IT ON YOUR HAIR!AND I FUCKING HOPE IT'LL GET TANGLED IN YOUR MANE OR PUBICS OR WHATEVER IT IS ON THAT HEAD OF YOURS. FUCKERSSSSSS!

Pardon me, I'm entitled to some teen angst, right? (even though I'm turning 20 in ermm, less than 4 months?) Must been Muse that i'm listening to right now.

Righttt, and I thought ZOukout was horrible. Oh, did I tell you? ZOUKOUT WAS SUCH A LETDOWN. Should I even be disappointed? Fuck, YHEAH! I was fucking looking forward to Armin Van Buuren but his slot was like at dawn. Carl Cox was fine. My BF and I just zonked out after 4am and we were already stone cold sober by then. My baby got a lil' tipsy and It was a tad scary looking at how he still wanted more drinks. As usually, we were tired due to the walking. (The very reason why I REFUSED to sign up for NA-fucking-FA)
The company's was great thought, with Naq, Wany & Man and Jingz and my baby of course. Bumping into Nini and the rest with the laughing gas. I got an itchy feeling they made me a lil stoopid now. HAH.

Oh boy, zoukout. What a letdown you were this year. Last year was still the bomb. Next year? Probably. Ok pictures will be up as soon as I get my hands on those pics from Naqqies.

But right now, my schedule's pretty tight like my ass (OOOH LA LA! hehhe) and wont be getting around to sing some songs in your ears.

NIGHTS lovely.

Eventhough I am retiring from the dancefloor, (HAHA) or that I have been under total abstinence from clubbing...ZOUKOUT IS A DEFINITELY GO GO GO!
Now, time is flying right past my fucking eyes. It feels like last year.
Boyfriend and I are all hype up to go. Speaking of which, my BF and I once had an argument and he being the spoilt brat he has always been, casually cursed me , "I hope you'll get blisters on your feet nearing the Zoukout day, so you can't dance!".
Obviously, me being the I-will-always-win-in-arguments, won the whole arguments shits cause I told him i'd be wearing slippers so that won't be a problem. =)

Buttttttt

God decided to punish me.

Yesterday during the Starbucks Salvation Army (Yes, I was working, babies), I had a sudden urge to be kiasu and whatnots and grabbed as many whipped cream cans I could carry. Ahhhh, you know the ending afterall, don't you. I dropped 4 cans on my fucking foot and it bleed like a motherfucking pussy when you're having heavy flow of menses eventhough the wound was puny like fuck. So I had to endure my bleeding foot and kept on putting whip creams after whip creams on those frappacinos.

Then I realised I can't walk for fuck and I was limping all the way from Bugis to Raffles City to Arab Street. Hahaha. Gua Mau Mati lor.

Tomorrow how leh, I limping leh. Die laaaaaa.
All these my BF's fault laaaaaaaaaaaa. CHIBAI KIA.
Tomorrow he better kiss my foot.
I can't wait for tomorrow!! ZOUKOUT 07!
I'll see you there alright!

Hello Sunday. Hello school on Monday.
Gahhhh. Im deadbored at home, alone.
Talk about staying home all day doing nothing. Hah.
Yeah, internship is over. and yes, I brought home lotsa Adidas stuffs.

I celebrated the end of internship by dropping by Timbre for Poetverty yesterday.
Eventhough I was so lazy and penniless. I blamed my ezlink. However I managed to drag my ass out to Timbre for the event at 7.
So much for being HALAL. Halal my ass. Why can't I just stay Halal for maybe a couple of months or so??My boyfriend and I ended up buying pints after pints of Erdinger. Haha. Whilst everyone busy woooo-ing for the bands playing on stage, we were busy being merry and drinking and going in and out of Timbre for a smoke.

Then he got all noisy. I think he was drunk a bit. Haha. But I managed to drag him all the way to town. Man, I gotta give props to myself for being sucha great GF. HAHAHA.

Right now, i'm lazy to do anything but sleep.