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Saturday, February 23, 2008
allowed entry at 9:40 pm

I've actually been on a silent hiatus.
As if anyone cares if I went on hiatus or even died anyways.
Pfft.


Yes, my sea-monkeys have hatched.
But they're so fucking tiny.
Even tadpoles are a hundred times larger than the sea-monkeys. Right lijie?
Haiyah.

I haven't really had time for friends or even myself for the past week or two.
Business Communication presentation, Marketing plan and presentation again and Event proposal and another presentation.
Even the dosage of my favourite Coffee Bean's Caramel Ice Blended can't help soothe my stress.
All these added up equals to pimples popping out of my face.
They're goddamn fucking itchy, I have no idea why.
URGH, can? cheebai kia.
Plus, THE EXAM coming up in 3 weeks.
I'm so doomed, good God, help me.

I think long ass bus rides are awesome to relax a messed up mind.
Try taking 197 from Queensway Shopping Centre, at night.
It's the longest bus ride I have ever sat my sorry ass on.
And it's not even the full journey.
So anyways, lower down your MP3's volume, hear the bus's engines running and look outside the window.
It's wooooooooooooooo relaxing.


Another relaxing spot I've set my foot on is of course,
Semakau Landfill.
I wouldn't have expected it to be that serene and pretty for a place that's a dumping ground for the rubbish Singaporeans throw away.
It looks more like ISG went to East Coast.
Speaking of which, goddammit, we have that blasted class bonding session on Tuesday. FUCK.
I still haven't gotten the pictures yet.


People have really got to shut up.
Can you for once, just once, shut the fuck up, stop criticising others and look at yourself in the goddamn mirror first?
It's bloody sickening and tiring my ears.
They're about to bleed.
My throat's already vomited blood.
Do you wanna see my ears bleed too?
I do too criticise, but there comes to a point where it's just too much.
And yours, darling, is way beyond the definition of 'too much'.


There's not a single picture of me being angry.
I should start taking angry pictures.
heh.

Till whenever, adios amigos.
Hidung kau ade hingos.
I know, lame. Shut up ah.