im so fucking tired today.
so much so it makes me wanna bite people's heads off.

doesnt help that i was stuck in a bus full of passenger service minahs just now.
bloody hell!
talk abt being fucking bimbotic.
every sentence they say ends with either a "SIAL la!" or a "PUKI MAK"
and halo..
ur so fucking fat like a cow.
why dunt u stick to wearing pants.
forget about stuffing ur fucking fat asses in those skirts.
still can tailor sum more.
ur tummies are sticking out..
spilling out more like it.
u look like fucking baby elephants in ballerina suits.

i was on the verge of DYING in that BUS.
congested with all ur diffrent conversations.
abt which pathetic Loser Cargo boy asking for ur fat NUmbers.
and how much he s dying for ur fucking nauseating fat attention.
PUHLEASE.
the boys there are all very much sexually deprive.
they need sex.
even if it means getting it from a Baby elephant.
the least u could do is be alittle bit smarter then u look.
u fat cows.

XOXO,
4:44:00 AM

TGIF!!

finally
scummy's booking out after his 2 weeks long confinement.
life's been sooo mundane and utterly boring without him.
i hate to see mushy couples cuddling up together nowadaes.
they make me feel empty.
damn them to hell.

XOXO,
6:59:00 AM

Tribute to The best Guy buddy ive ever had

Listening to Sum41's Pieces..
love the tune..
guess that punk whatever shit thing in me 's still there.
Cldnt Kill it after all these years.
I have this Fetish for headbanging emo rock songs.
and its all thanks to the man name Hairul.

come to think about it,
hairul always reminded me of a malay version of ashton kutcher.
he's so crazy that he scolds the red -cross girls for asking him to donate money.
he taught me that screaming and dancing in the centre of the streets were fun.
he taught me that its not a necessity to comb hair.
he taught me what music was all about.
he would play diffrent guitar tunes on my voicemail everyday.
he would be singing many diffrent weird songs on the fon every night.
we wld yakk abt music all night long.
there was once, it was from 10pm-8am the next morning.
and the frenship was strictly platonic.
we noe each other flaws so well, it was impossible to fall in love.
he is a complete failure when it comes to love.
i sumhow happen to be alittle bit better at it.

he played a major role in making me the crazy loon that i am today.
and listening to this kind of music always reminded me of that Boy name Hairul.
He's in Ns right now.
and his Presence is greatly missed by me and fara always.
i hope he's not dead yet.

XOXO,
8:22:00 AM

i brought a sulky pilot to the wrong taxi stand just now mornin.
and there wasnt any taxis around at all.we waited for 10 minutes
cause i was convinced that his dumb taxi was going to arrive any minute then.
boy was he pissed.
in the end, he ended up showing me the way to the taxi stand where his taxi has been waiting for him all the while.
holy cow.
paisey nak mampus,terberak on the spot.
malunyer akuuuuuuu...

and i was so sleepy on my way back home frm work just now.
that i bumped my BIG forehead REAL hard on the window ledge in the bus.
there was this really LOUD thud,so much so that the pakcik in front of me
actually turned and ask me " adik ok tak?"
walauey..sakit nak mampus..paisey gilerr...
now there's this huge baluku on my already big forehead.

thank god its off today and tomorrow!!
going off now to do the thing i do best at!
ZZZZzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZ

XOXO,
8:04:00 PM

weather's awesome to sleep in right now.
i can actually hear the wind howling through my windows.
been some time aye since we had this in yishun?
i love storms.
they make me feel dark n evil.like wtf??
alright that sounded lame.
well almost lame.
at the rate im going, i ll be diagnosed with the hollow-brain syndrome soon.

gonna get my beauty sleep now.(as if!)
the simple pleasures in life are too precious to be missed when ur doing
night shifts consecutively.

i need a chocolate bar.
any chocolate bar.
or why not willy wonka.
put him in a pink box with a pink bow on top for me.
that wld be perfect.
willy wonka all to myself.
*i ll worship the ground you step on if johnny baby's presented to me in that sense"

XOXO,
8:45:00 PM

Breathe

doing 3 night shifts in a row again, bleah.
thank god the boys let me sleep in peace.
They even get nasi lemak for me in the wee hours
of the morning when my tummy's grumbling.
i thank god for these men.wldnt noe what i wld do
without them in that messy office.
i got myself an endearment
They call me Baby-G..god noes where that came from,
probably cause im one of the youngest pea brains around.

met up with honey and nini last week for lunch in school..
we checked out every single canteen in it..
and pretended we were freshies..lol..
so much for consoling ourselves..
but it was fun nevertheless.
trying to find potential scandals for munira and honey..*count me out*

that trip to school brought back alot of memories.
the BLK M labs,the Theatre for the Arts.The food junction.
sigh.
how i first met scummy.
where we use to spend time together every single day in between breaks and all.
the night classes.the lab assisting.the Theatre shows we did together.
the OGL thingy.The Mee Pok lunch we use to have.The Nugget breaks.how we
use to skip lectures together to escape to east coast and pasir ris for cyling sprees.
the quiet times at the library reading his favourite dumb asterix comics together.
the scrabble games we used to share after classes.

gosh.im turning into a mushy bitch and its all thanks to him.
this is SO nauseating.
stop it kinah.

im glad he's doing ok in camp right now.
sounds more cheerful nowadaes on the fon.
makes him a stronger person.physically N mentally.
i think this whole NS thing wld do him some good afterall.

in the meantime,
i should go get some sleep before work starts again for the night.
i feel like the equivalent of a nocturnal hungry hyena.

XOXO,
2:46:00 AM