allowed entry at 10:23 pm
So much for a job interview.
"We don't need part-timers in the meantime."
Screw you, bitch.
Save it. Or better yet, shove it up your ass.
So annoying.
Hanging out with my bodyguards was refreshing.
My bodyguards, being Haiqal and Reezan.
They may look like they don't give a flying fuck about the world, but they're one of the steps in which I can reach euphoria.
My final stage of reaching ultimate euphoria?
My cocaine; Faisal.
Speaking of which, he has a blooooogg.
hahahah
Anyways.
I went to the Sony Style outlet just now and was trying out the cameras.
I've changed my wishlist.
No more DSC-H7s.

This is my new eye candy.
I used it, and it felt so smooth and so right.
Felt like sex man, I swear.
The price?
$1,099 for the kit including the lens.
And that's just the basic kit.
Would anyone like to donate to the "Make-Fareena-Happy Fund"?
Any amount of contribution would be gladly taken in.

I swear I love you guys, my very own Happy Tree Friends.
And I just realised, the last time I posted this picture up, we were all single.
Now, we're all attached and very much in love.
I love the way we are.
Shut up, I look retarded.