Archive for September 21st, 2004

Tuesday September 21, 2004

Published on September 21, 2004 in Uncategorized. 6 Comments

Ridiculous!!!

I can’t find my SPM cert! I just want to relook the results and all i found was my Mt. Kinabalu cert.
so they’re going to hire me because i climbed a mountain to look for fairies? great.

Another thing i can’t find is a reference letter from an agency i did an internship for.
i can’t find a certain piece of paper in my room. of course i can’t. i can’t even find my hair brush sometimes when its right in front of me.

I HAVE TO FUCKING CLEAN MY ROOM!!!!!!!!

5 - 6 pm is HAPPY HOUR

Okay. So i’m lying. Every hour in my house (or in Joyce’s context) is happy hour.

I’m happily sipping on Malibu with ice.
Happily watching burnt episodes of Queer As Folk.
Happily waiting for my hair to dry.
I smell of peach and all girly things nice.
Happily waiting to see My Slut.

Happiness is not that difficult to come by.

You just have to learn how to do it yourself.

 

Tuesday September 21, 2004

Published on September 21, 2004 in Uncategorized. 0 Comments

Dear Thelma,

My boyfriend is getting violent and i don’t know what to do…

I woke up in a super foul mood today.
I had a horrible sleep (i usually have amazing blissful slumber) and to make things worse, My Slut punched me in the face while we were sleeping.

Last time, he scratched me while sleeping. Twice.
And the thing is, i can’t totally scold him cos he was (supposedly) innocently sleeping.

I’m sure he feels bad. Which boyfriend wouldn’t?

And yes i feel bad too… cos it hurt godfuckingdammit!

All i know is, i’m bringing oven mittens and string next time i’m sleeping over.