27.2.06

stop. think. breathe.

hello!
guys, pls do not mind my uber cussing and swearing in the post before this post. anyway, fiqah, tak pernah siak aku jadi mcm gitu skali!!! hohohohohoh. i guess that makcik tripped my fire wire.

guess who's back in the house, graping, or what malays call it, "menganggur"? ME!!! hohohohohoh. couldnt take the shit in guardian(so much for the term "guardian"...shit.), so i quit. and it felt bloody good. kak pau asked me whether i felt guilty. HELL NO. they deserve some kinda wake up call. i need the rest, i've made up my mind. thank god my loved ones understand. i can't even get a decent 3 days leave for my sister's wedding!!! how can i still work in that worm hole!

speaking of my sister, she's getting married on the 11th march yo!!!! GENG, KALAU ADA MASA LAPANG, DATANGLAH KE MAJLIS YER! no need for invitation cards, you all know where i live and know my elder sister. so do come and get a free meal and berkat-to-go. hohohoh.

so.............im pretty much free nowadays. what to do?
1) photo taking?
2) designing?
3) meet up with long lost friends?
4) sharpening my guitar playing?
5) sleep alot?

decisions...decisions...
anyways, i have an interview this Friday at AMP Yishun. yes! at last, a kindergarten center. wiw!
wish me lotsa luck eh eh eh....

ok gotta go.

:: she posted @ 11:27 PM ::

23.2.06

3....2....1.......thats it!

this is to the ass mother fucker of a makcik in where im working at.

i respect that your age is like my mother, hell, but i dont respect you. you risk your life by bringing that badass mouth of yours to my face and spit kesat words at me. and who do you think you are, who gives you permission to jab your stupid finger at my back while im there trying to control my hand from slapping your godforsaken face. who do you think i am? your mother fucking daughter??!! i dont think you even talk like that to your daughter. i think your daughter is also like you. mana tak tumpah kuah nya kalau tidak ke nasi kan! eh, plabuto, sedarlah sikit. umur dah lanjot, taubat la sial! pakai tudung, tak payah nak eksyen rambot lawa. dah beruban macam sarang tebuan, mak oi, mau fesyen lagik ker. to sum it up, MAKCIK TAK PERNAH TUTUP MULUT LASER MELASER TU KER??!! one fine day, someone will shoot at you back with alot more hatred than i already have for you. it may not be me, it may be someone else. oh yes i know who.

thank you. there goes my anger management.

:: she posted @ 12:14 AM ::

14.2.06

dear eyes.

my eyes are so tired. what happened? i did get 8 hours of sleep whaaaaaaat??!!
working at 3.30pm later till 10pm. customers here i come.

yesterday was "dress like young nyonyas and embarass yourself" day for some people on the streets. hell yeah, so what if its valentines day, still you dont have to dress up like a clown with heavy makeup and frilly dress with tights like its clown's day!
every day should be valentines day. full stop.
my head is swimming. maybe i still need sleep. or it is because of yesterday. too much in my head that i practically burst like a waterfall. hohohohoh. i need therapy.

i need:
Halifax tabs
Taking back Sunday tabs
Used tabs
erm...Atreyu tabs??

do come down to guardian northpoint and make my life colourful for once!

:: she posted @ 10:22 PM ::

9.2.06

its so hard.

"hold your breath
quiet now don't say a word.
you could run, it wont do any good.
prayers forsaken when you lose faith inside.
its not time to die
your life, is it a lie?
when you get what you're looking for
will your cravings subside?
or will you crawl into an early tomb
lay down and give up
she'd rather die!"

urrrrggh.
what is happening to me. i myself have got no answers. tell me guys, you guys are working. sure, money is what we want when we work. work = money. no work, no money. but then do you enjoy working? even though theres money? do you have other options? are you sick and tired of work?

im so sorry but sometimes i do. theres just some voice talking to me, stop whatever shit im doing and just sit down silently. nowadays i feel so shitty. i feel like this nowadays. i feel like an empty carpark.




a picture says a thousand words. i took this picture last month. where i got sick and tired, bored and listless, unenergized to go to work, i took leave and left home early in the morning where it seems look like im going to work but im not. i just need my time off. off of everything that just doesnt add up. went to the esplanade when its in the wee hours of the morning. people are working and im just sick looking at people dragging their feet to work.
maybe i cant take all the responsibilities piling on my shoulders. i may look like i dont have any, but hey. give me a break. i do ok.
not enough? thinking about the future sends shivers down my spine.

anyway.........sunday. im off. anyone want to go out and shout their heads off with me at a distant place? lets shout all our problems away and be crazy on that day. tag it aite? or leave me a message on my phone, which is more convenient.
so...
put on a plastic smile and face the world!

:: she posted @ 10:37 PM ::

5.2.06

of legs and crap makcik.

you, makcik, you sure are crappy. and so NOT funny while you crack funny jokes. cos why? you are old and you stay old with old jokes about granny panties and sagging breasts. yes ma'am thats what you are. shit.

ok! enough crapping about the crap! i need to learn taking back sunday's song pronto! hohohoh!
i wish to welcome AYU back to the cyberworld!!
welcome back.

today i watched sesame street and suddenly i miss kermit the frog.

:: she posted @ 9:51 PM ::