Happy Birthday Michelle!
My father was giving me a lift to my interview on Thursday.
I had already put on all my make up except for my lip colour.
“What’s that smell?” *sniffs*
“Oh. It’s just my lip balm…”
“So strong the smell.”
“It’ll go away one la.”
*sniffs again*
“What’s it… strawberry ar?…”
“Ya.”
“You’re going for a job interview……..
and you smell like a little kid.”
*pause of silence*
*fairy wails cut thru the silence*
My father laughs evilly.
the fairy has malibu whilst she waits….
I’m all dressed up waiting for the slut to come pick me up for the Salem something party at Zouk now.
I think we’re late…. -_-
Well.
It’s not the girl’s fault this time!
The reality of starting to work is hitting me.
I tried on my slacks this morning. And they don’t fit anymore. No surprise since i barely wear them anyway. So i panicked. And wore all black for the interview this morning.
“i don’t know what to wear tomorrow for the interview…”
“friend. It’s damn late. Go to sleep. And you want to worry about what to wear?!”
“hmph.”
I was in 1U with Ash today. I started scouting for work clothes.
I don’t want to!
I know so many ppl my age are ecstatic to grow up… but i’m in no hurry.
I will never be able to go back to this safe world where i don’t have to worry about money.
I will suddenly start to plan out my working timeline and what i will be in 3 years… in 5 years… in 10 years…
I still want to be Daddy’s little girl.
And be allowed to cry when i’m feeling shitty.
Better yet. Be seven again.
I’m starting to get obsessed about this.
*gulps down more malibu*
I’m getting a massive headache sorting out my work files.
shit shit shit
Pony Crazy
I went to MPH today.
And saw a sticker book.
You know what it was?
It was a My Little Pony sticker book.
“Holy cow…!” said i *disbelief*
“Oh dear…,” said MediumBen.
But i am in a financially tight situation.
so i reckon i’ll get it another time.
when i’m feeling way richer…
As we were walking out of the bookstore,
“Oh look! Someone is buying it…” said he.
“Huh? Oh gosh… jealous…” gasped me.
And so.
I stared in envy after the little girl
Who was barely four feet tall
Clinging on the to the sticker book
That i so wanted too!
Whilst Ben tried to pull me away.
Two big arms tugging a small arm…
That was attached to a steadfast and stubborn girl
Who just wanted to be seven again
So that people wouldn’t judge her
If all she wanted for the day
Was a My Little Pony sticker book.
Where OH WHERE?!?!
I just ransacked my room for half an hour looking for my organiser.
I need it to write my appointments down.
I’m starting to lose track.
I can’t find it!!!!!
Where,
OH WHERE?!
It’s annoying me to bits!
Plus i made it!
I realise i need to clean my room again. Really truly.
It’s one of those chilly nights when i wish my slut was here to hug me.
I followed Louis try find his dogs at various animal shelters today.
We went to the MPPJ office to enquire about lost dogs.
It was 1:05 pm.
The two malay ladies at the counters were chit-chatting.
When i asked about the dog thing, one lady was about to answer me when the older one said not to bother because its their break.
Wow.
I swear to god it would have only taken her A FUCKING MINUTE to answer me.
“Ah… sekarang lunch break la, you datang balik pukul dua la.”
I had on a straight face as i said thanks and that i would
fuck cannot show screwed-up face cos they have to help later
“Eh so how?” - Louis
“Wait, i tell you outside.”
The second i stepped outside, i started cursing how fucking lazy malay government workers are.
We went back at 2 something.
The younger one wasn’t back yet.
The older one was playing solitaire on her com.
Nice. -_-
It took her two minutes to tell us MPPJ can’t help us.
And she was laughing saying we can just get another dog.
Thanks alot.
FOR WASTING OUR TIME AND LAUGHING.
Stupid ho.
Too bad Ryan wasn’t there to point a knife at her like so…
** edit **
Things i HAVE to do this week. Don’t be a procrastinating Malaysian, Joyce. Just fucking do it.
( i have a tendency to pretend i’m talking to myself as if to another person)
1. Rewrite your cv…. again. Perfection perfection perfection.
2. Compile your portfolio properly. I don’t care if the fucking hard drive is screwing up.
3. Turn your Little Pony goth. It won’t like being pink forever. Ew. Pink is so over.
4. Clean your room. It became a disaster area again. Even Aaron can’t believe his girlfriend is such a slob. One day, you’re going to slip on that pvc, trip on the blade, cut yourself, fall on the shelf, and collapse on the pile of expensive Shriro papers next to the bed. When you’re drunk. I know you haven’t been getting drunk lately. But damn girl how long will thaT last….
5. Sew Mary’s clothes. Yea, she’s such a bitch to pass you a whole bagful of clothes to cut/sew/make beautiful. But that’s cos you’re so fucking talented.
(did i mention i’m also so egoistic with vodka and malibu in me?)
oh my slut wants to sleep and i have to put him to bed. tata.
I have to entertain myself for a few minutes.
So i’m blogging.
I’m in Johnson’s room.
Drinking vodka and orange.
With my bitch Mary.
Mary’s on the phone.
Dang, we’re out of orange juice….
HOW.
HOWW….
HOWWWWWWWWW
Happy
Birthday
Azwin!
Dear Azwin,
I know you will read this. 
Even though you got massively drunk just now.
And said things like “my birthday is in Sebruary”…. (some strange cross between sept and february i suppose…)
And called my friend Louis random names like ‘Brian’ and ‘Jacob’ and said he’s half Jew….
To which you then shouted something in German…
And harrased the waiters at Cristros….
As well as all of us…
And said you had hernia when you were born…
And happily danced on the chair while Cristros played you a birthday song…
And made me laugh till i cried for an hour…
And pose for lame ads like so:
Happy birthday dear. Love lots.
You’re fucking funny when you’re drunk.
I’m bringing you out with me next time *evil thoughts of getting azwin drunk again*
ps: You are so damn chat lucky i didn’t have my cam with me…
* EyeObserve *
Taken with fully-manual camera, Minolta, b&w film, 52mm lens.
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