My legs are aching after dancing for 4 hours straight last night. I had thought Elly just wanted a nice relaxed time just sipping a cocktail and her losing herself in the fumes of apple shi-sha at Red Chamber, Bangsar. But nnnnoooooooo.. come 1030pm and 2 rounds of apple fog she just hhhaaaddd to drag me to Castle for another round of free drinks as it was ladies night.
She was ... .. silent while puffing away like some Saudi empress. She kept asking me whether i really had to go to Singapore. She was missing her boyfriend - well, not actually missing i think, from the way she talked to him on phone, she was trying very hard to patch things up. It wasn't the same as usual, I guess - the slight damage had been done. I didn't want to bring the topic up but she had peeked at the sms that I was sending to my loverboy and asked me why i called him hubbie. Er. I like to call him that because... it's... cute!
I remember the first time when i met her boyfriend. It was at 1 Utama after an event at one of the 'china-made-crap' outlets. They were soooo sweet together. It gave me a really... happy, springy kinda feeling just watching them. That was in late november last year. Well, I did feel left out. But I wasn't really worried about hooking up with a guy yet.
Then she mentioned that the 'mother-of-all-whores' had called a meeting on the same day. And she had even wrote a composition, A4 sized long, about me!.. well, and Uma too. I am not THAT important to her to be her only point of frustration. Hehe. Yeah. But the key word it seems, that made me 'lose' my job that I was going to resign (ironic!!) was 'PROFANITY'. Hehe. Amusing things children like her like to dwell on. The supervisors had to go through 4 hours of lecture, on me and Uma's 'outrageous' doings that had so it seems, brought terrible 'loss' to her fucked up company. Trust me, her entire company is going to hell if that's all she can talk about in meetings. Well, at least it's much more entertaining than toilet rolls. Yar. and she also mentioned that I had downloaded 2000 mp3s and PORN. Hah!... The mp3s were for the shops and ... what porn???? Mad accusations.
PPPPpPPpPpPFfFfFfFfTttTtTt... .. I have a feeling that she's doing all this to hide something. As in hide what she was lacking as a boss. Well, she claimed that i stabbed people's behinds (which she did to all her staff), she claimed that she postponed the appraisals and raises so that she didn't have to do mine (yar right, as if i expected something as I was leaving the company already), claimed that I had porn on my comp (yarrrr... it's a pity that i did not copy her nude pictures from her comp earlier last year. she was.. .. posing disgustedly, hugging her saggy boobs in front of a mirror.. .. gosh.. talk about GROSSS). The owner of Playboy might have just stabbed himself with . .. something sharp.. like a sharpened. .. er.. dildo or something if he had even laid eyes on her pictures.. screaming over and over again "OOoOoHHhHhHhh... HoRrRreennndousss ProFaanittyy... .. ArgGh... My Eyes.. my eeyyeess... they arree MeLtttiingggg..... save me!!!!...ArrgGhh... .. there goes my libido too! "
And then President Bush would walk up calmly to his idol. "Let's nuke her. Like.. nowww."..
....... ... ... .
.. .. ... ... Yarrrrr... I wishheddddd..
Thank heavens i am out of all that bull shit. She is even trying to make everyone else hate me by telling them lies. She had even told Elly that I had mentioned that Elly was useless. Low down good for nothing mother fucking cunt. Hope she rots in hell and gets sodomised by Lucifer's prongs.. .. Hmm... yar. and hopefully they can stuff glowing hot coal down every crevice of her body. and then after that, feed her to the hell hounds and then all the minions of hell can have a rave party atop her carcass. MUahAHhaAHaAHhah!. Then i would be lounging next to the devil sipping on my frozen strawberry daiquri with my Gucci sunglasses on. Top that up with a summer Chanel slip dress and Calvin Klein under wear... ..... Er. Where did that all come from?
Anyway. Castle is a pub downstairs, and a club upstairs. There was no one when we walked in. But things started to heat up at around 12. And the guys got drunker by the second. Either by beer or the sight of so many pretty girls at one spot whom they can only look but not touch. And... most probably the girls are just too high of a rank to even glance at the slobbering morons. Well, that's what i thought about them. But the music was good, the drinks were. .. . er.. standard issued. And i had to step on a few toes with my ultra useful platform heels to get my point across that i was not for grabs. And well, i had to look out for prying hands on Elly too, so we put the usual trick on - we were just lesbians out for a good time. *winks*. Welll.. sometimes it works and well sometimes it justs backfires.
But ah well. I didn't really care. I just wanted to cancel out the flashbacks where I had earlier went to the office to collect my cheque.. and the way my personal stuff were in plastic bags.. like some junk. My drastically slashed paycheque - from 'damages' that occurred from the loan items (which is definately not my god damned problem), and my so-called 'early' termination (which is bullshit because she told me not to come to office till Friday). The hurt and all that crap. I just wanted to ignore reality. Well, and then my mum just had to sms me saying that at the rate that I am going clubbing, i'd end up like a slut. Beautiful ending for a night, don't you think?. Unemployed, in between phases of waiting and hoping for some good news... what else can a girl ask for?Hehehe. But I am still alive. Life is great. Really great.
Hmm. But before Bangsar, I had stopped by at Sunway Pyramid to get yet another set of telephone wire and ADSL filter adapter thingy. My dog, namely Buttons, an absolutely adorable fluffy, puffy hairball Shih-Tsu, had, for the third time, tripped over the wire and broke it.
YeEeeEeSsSsSssss.... imagine the agony of not seeing loverboy online for a day.. ...
.. .. ... ... ..... ...
.. ..... .. . .
.....
NnNnNnoooOoOooo...... !!!!!!!!!!!
SSssSsSsssooooOooo, i dragged my sorry cute bum to Pyramid to get an extra loooooooooooonnnng pair of wire so that I could probably tack it to the wall.. .. or something like that to get the wire safe from furry paws. Spending 100 on wires just for the past month is ridiculous. I could even open a junk shop to sell my poor-dog.. ... -tormented.. wires. Hopefully someone would buy them to brutally murder a particular owner of an accessories company... HmmMmMm... ....
Yarrr.. and the computer shop girl is making more money. Maybe she has an agreement with my dogs .. .. for a share of doggie biscuits. ... Hmm... .. Will prod Buttons for some answers - well.. .prod his nose maybe. He's too blur to even notice that i had used an old hair clip to tie up his fringe into a ponytail.
I spent some time at MPH... looking at the magazines... it's a habit that I developed since I were in my previous employment - to look for accessories. I guess old habits die hard. And I saw the cover for Cleo Bachelors of the year 2005 - which is happening now, as i type this, at KLCC. Elly wanted me to meet her there.. But maybe i should spend some quiet time with myself. I haven't been in touch with myself lately. And that's why i really enjoy my solitary moments, just walking around shopping centres, musing silently to myself.
And they had this new rack of Birthday Books. And.. .. for some odd reason, instead of picking my date (December 17), my hand instinctively reached out for August 28 (loverboy's). It puzzled me, as I knew I am usually much more self loving and would prioritise.. .. my own..didn't really care of what else the world was doing. but it seems that my love has taken over my sub-concious mind too. And now, he's.. part of... me too. *sighs*.. I do miss him. This little book.. well, it described him well, about being the meticulous, perfectionist thinker. His life 'goal' surrounds around 'Order'. Mine, on the other hand, was 'Sincerity'. And yes, it's very true. Although I did not realise it myself, sincerity seemed to take an upper hand of my life.
Hmm.. maybe my sincerity makes me vulnerable. Giving all the time and not expecting anything in return.. Will ponder on that next time.
His dream ambition, whether he realises it or not, was to publish a book. Whether on life, love, a journal, or just.. something. Mine, as it says in the tiny book, is to prove something wrong. Something along the lines where that smart ass person proved that the world is not flat. And again, I was amused, because... that seemed to be what I have been trying to do.. . all this while. And I liked doing it - not to say that proving that others opinion is always wrong is healthy (except for some unusual cases like fucked up whores) but it does give me.. satisfaction!.
His lucky number is 1 and mine is 7. (put them together and you'd get my birthdate). However, Virgoes and Sagis are not very compatible together. But PpPpfffFfFfTtTt to that. I love him. Whether or not his horoscope sign is a seductive.. virgin.(hhhmm.. all so much the better!) hehe. My colour is Champagne Gold (to reflect my .. .. *ahem* glamoury regalnesss...) and he's purple (to reflect his.. urm... royalllness. ?) You know. Books like that are scary. They know too much for their own good. They are actually aliens disguised as birthdate books to take over the wwwoorrlldddd!!
.. .. ... .. .... .. NNnaaaaarrRrrRr... aliens have better things to do than to squeeze themselves into 10cm x 10cm books.. not very comfortable i think. Like disguise themselves into fucked up bosses... - at least they would have saggy boobs to pose for their 'accomplishment-on-earth' photos.. ..and i think they'd find themselves quite snug and comfy with the big arses and the extra flabs to keep them warm.
And then, after spying into the inner mind of my loverboy through the mind-harassing book, (and missing him even more) I found my crave - hand made cards from a.e.i.o.u studio. They are just so adorable and and.. .. so cute.. !.. I make cards like those all the time. - that's if and when i have the time and mood and occassion. I have pretty nifty fingers for handycraft. Resisted myself from buying too many.. i have enough cards to send to loverboy for every month of the year.. for 2 years. ........... . . in a way, i enjoy sending out cards like these because, i want to give.. pretty things to people and making them happy!. And it just makes me so.. . happy to know that someone else feels loved. .. ..
Anyway. I wandered around the fiction section and I was so delighted to find David Eddings new installment of The Dreamers. I had the first book, which was The Elder Gods and I happilly purchased The Treasured Ones. I was waiting for the paperback to come out. I don't like hard covers. They are just too heavy to hold up and read. And they hurt if they fall on you. I remember I had my poor breast bruised because I was holding up the hardcover over my chest and my hands were too weak to support the book. Never again i bought a hardcover-breast-harassing-book. Well, other than Harry Potter. I simply MUST get it within the week that it comes out. And the much much cheaper paperbacks only come out like 6 months after that only.. All scamssss...
I passsed the non-fiction shelves. I was not really a fan of reading .. real life stories. I can't take too much reality. I need my little space of unreality and fantasy to keep my life spiced up. I can't stay still in one spot for too long. I need to. .. .. imagine.. . things.. to keep myself amused. Reading about other sad realities.. . well.. .. not my glass of cocktail. I don't even like.. mushy love books. I thnk they are just too. .. .. soppy. Political books are just as good as sleeping pills. I don't mind the occassional mystery books, or thrillers. But i'd stick to fantasy. Fuels my imagination.
Hmm.... 2:31pm. I started this blog at 12:16pm. With the occassional chats to loverboy.. .. Maybe I should.. go out.. have some lunch.. and maybe come back and pack my room (again.. .. ). .. .. read more fantasy.. and maybe do a better job at the jig saw puzzle that he had given to me. my dogs keep running into my room and messing everything up and then i have to start alllll over again.
.. .. Just another weekend. I'll survive. Maybe i'll go buy a tub of Haagen Dazs ice cream too. Hmmm... yarrrr... maybe after I rob a bank, that is...
But above it all, my darling still loves me. *muahs*.
She was ... .. silent while puffing away like some Saudi empress. She kept asking me whether i really had to go to Singapore. She was missing her boyfriend - well, not actually missing i think, from the way she talked to him on phone, she was trying very hard to patch things up. It wasn't the same as usual, I guess - the slight damage had been done. I didn't want to bring the topic up but she had peeked at the sms that I was sending to my loverboy and asked me why i called him hubbie. Er. I like to call him that because... it's... cute!
I remember the first time when i met her boyfriend. It was at 1 Utama after an event at one of the 'china-made-crap' outlets. They were soooo sweet together. It gave me a really... happy, springy kinda feeling just watching them. That was in late november last year. Well, I did feel left out. But I wasn't really worried about hooking up with a guy yet.
Then she mentioned that the 'mother-of-all-whores' had called a meeting on the same day. And she had even wrote a composition, A4 sized long, about me!.. well, and Uma too. I am not THAT important to her to be her only point of frustration. Hehe. Yeah. But the key word it seems, that made me 'lose' my job that I was going to resign (ironic!!) was 'PROFANITY'. Hehe. Amusing things children like her like to dwell on. The supervisors had to go through 4 hours of lecture, on me and Uma's 'outrageous' doings that had so it seems, brought terrible 'loss' to her fucked up company. Trust me, her entire company is going to hell if that's all she can talk about in meetings. Well, at least it's much more entertaining than toilet rolls. Yar. and she also mentioned that I had downloaded 2000 mp3s and PORN. Hah!... The mp3s were for the shops and ... what porn???? Mad accusations.
PPPPpPPpPpPFfFfFfFfTttTtTt... .. I have a feeling that she's doing all this to hide something. As in hide what she was lacking as a boss. Well, she claimed that i stabbed people's behinds (which she did to all her staff), she claimed that she postponed the appraisals and raises so that she didn't have to do mine (yar right, as if i expected something as I was leaving the company already), claimed that I had porn on my comp (yarrrr... it's a pity that i did not copy her nude pictures from her comp earlier last year. she was.. .. posing disgustedly, hugging her saggy boobs in front of a mirror.. .. gosh.. talk about GROSSS). The owner of Playboy might have just stabbed himself with . .. something sharp.. like a sharpened. .. er.. dildo or something if he had even laid eyes on her pictures.. screaming over and over again "OOoOoHHhHhHhh... HoRrRreennndousss ProFaanittyy... .. ArgGh... My Eyes.. my eeyyeess... they arree MeLtttiingggg..... save me!!!!...ArrgGhh... .. there goes my libido too! "
And then President Bush would walk up calmly to his idol. "Let's nuke her. Like.. nowww."..
....... ... ... .
.. .. ... ... Yarrrrr... I wishheddddd..
Thank heavens i am out of all that bull shit. She is even trying to make everyone else hate me by telling them lies. She had even told Elly that I had mentioned that Elly was useless. Low down good for nothing mother fucking cunt. Hope she rots in hell and gets sodomised by Lucifer's prongs.. .. Hmm... yar. and hopefully they can stuff glowing hot coal down every crevice of her body. and then after that, feed her to the hell hounds and then all the minions of hell can have a rave party atop her carcass. MUahAHhaAHaAHhah!. Then i would be lounging next to the devil sipping on my frozen strawberry daiquri with my Gucci sunglasses on. Top that up with a summer Chanel slip dress and Calvin Klein under wear... ..... Er. Where did that all come from?
Anyway. Castle is a pub downstairs, and a club upstairs. There was no one when we walked in. But things started to heat up at around 12. And the guys got drunker by the second. Either by beer or the sight of so many pretty girls at one spot whom they can only look but not touch. And... most probably the girls are just too high of a rank to even glance at the slobbering morons. Well, that's what i thought about them. But the music was good, the drinks were. .. . er.. standard issued. And i had to step on a few toes with my ultra useful platform heels to get my point across that i was not for grabs. And well, i had to look out for prying hands on Elly too, so we put the usual trick on - we were just lesbians out for a good time. *winks*. Welll.. sometimes it works and well sometimes it justs backfires.
But ah well. I didn't really care. I just wanted to cancel out the flashbacks where I had earlier went to the office to collect my cheque.. and the way my personal stuff were in plastic bags.. like some junk. My drastically slashed paycheque - from 'damages' that occurred from the loan items (which is definately not my god damned problem), and my so-called 'early' termination (which is bullshit because she told me not to come to office till Friday). The hurt and all that crap. I just wanted to ignore reality. Well, and then my mum just had to sms me saying that at the rate that I am going clubbing, i'd end up like a slut. Beautiful ending for a night, don't you think?. Unemployed, in between phases of waiting and hoping for some good news... what else can a girl ask for?Hehehe. But I am still alive. Life is great. Really great.
Hmm. But before Bangsar, I had stopped by at Sunway Pyramid to get yet another set of telephone wire and ADSL filter adapter thingy. My dog, namely Buttons, an absolutely adorable fluffy, puffy hairball Shih-Tsu, had, for the third time, tripped over the wire and broke it.
YeEeeEeSsSsSssss.... imagine the agony of not seeing loverboy online for a day.. ...
.. .. ... ... ..... ...
.. ..... .. . .
.....
NnNnNnoooOoOooo...... !!!!!!!!!!!
SSssSsSsssooooOooo, i dragged my sorry cute bum to Pyramid to get an extra loooooooooooonnnng pair of wire so that I could probably tack it to the wall.. .. or something like that to get the wire safe from furry paws. Spending 100 on wires just for the past month is ridiculous. I could even open a junk shop to sell my poor-dog.. ... -tormented.. wires. Hopefully someone would buy them to brutally murder a particular owner of an accessories company... HmmMmMm... ....
Yarrr.. and the computer shop girl is making more money. Maybe she has an agreement with my dogs .. .. for a share of doggie biscuits. ... Hmm... .. Will prod Buttons for some answers - well.. .prod his nose maybe. He's too blur to even notice that i had used an old hair clip to tie up his fringe into a ponytail.
I spent some time at MPH... looking at the magazines... it's a habit that I developed since I were in my previous employment - to look for accessories. I guess old habits die hard. And I saw the cover for Cleo Bachelors of the year 2005 - which is happening now, as i type this, at KLCC. Elly wanted me to meet her there.. But maybe i should spend some quiet time with myself. I haven't been in touch with myself lately. And that's why i really enjoy my solitary moments, just walking around shopping centres, musing silently to myself.
And they had this new rack of Birthday Books. And.. .. for some odd reason, instead of picking my date (December 17), my hand instinctively reached out for August 28 (loverboy's). It puzzled me, as I knew I am usually much more self loving and would prioritise.. .. my own..didn't really care of what else the world was doing. but it seems that my love has taken over my sub-concious mind too. And now, he's.. part of... me too. *sighs*.. I do miss him. This little book.. well, it described him well, about being the meticulous, perfectionist thinker. His life 'goal' surrounds around 'Order'. Mine, on the other hand, was 'Sincerity'. And yes, it's very true. Although I did not realise it myself, sincerity seemed to take an upper hand of my life.
Hmm.. maybe my sincerity makes me vulnerable. Giving all the time and not expecting anything in return.. Will ponder on that next time.
His dream ambition, whether he realises it or not, was to publish a book. Whether on life, love, a journal, or just.. something. Mine, as it says in the tiny book, is to prove something wrong. Something along the lines where that smart ass person proved that the world is not flat. And again, I was amused, because... that seemed to be what I have been trying to do.. . all this while. And I liked doing it - not to say that proving that others opinion is always wrong is healthy (except for some unusual cases like fucked up whores) but it does give me.. satisfaction!.
His lucky number is 1 and mine is 7. (put them together and you'd get my birthdate). However, Virgoes and Sagis are not very compatible together. But PpPpfffFfFfTtTt to that. I love him. Whether or not his horoscope sign is a seductive.. virgin.(hhhmm.. all so much the better!) hehe. My colour is Champagne Gold (to reflect my .. .. *ahem* glamoury regalnesss...) and he's purple (to reflect his.. urm... royalllness. ?) You know. Books like that are scary. They know too much for their own good. They are actually aliens disguised as birthdate books to take over the wwwoorrlldddd!!
.. .. ... .. .... .. NNnaaaaarrRrrRr... aliens have better things to do than to squeeze themselves into 10cm x 10cm books.. not very comfortable i think. Like disguise themselves into fucked up bosses... - at least they would have saggy boobs to pose for their 'accomplishment-on-earth' photos.. ..and i think they'd find themselves quite snug and comfy with the big arses and the extra flabs to keep them warm.
And then, after spying into the inner mind of my loverboy through the mind-harassing book, (and missing him even more) I found my crave - hand made cards from a.e.i.o.u studio. They are just so adorable and and.. .. so cute.. !.. I make cards like those all the time. - that's if and when i have the time and mood and occassion. I have pretty nifty fingers for handycraft. Resisted myself from buying too many.. i have enough cards to send to loverboy for every month of the year.. for 2 years. ........... . . in a way, i enjoy sending out cards like these because, i want to give.. pretty things to people and making them happy!. And it just makes me so.. . happy to know that someone else feels loved. .. ..
Anyway. I wandered around the fiction section and I was so delighted to find David Eddings new installment of The Dreamers. I had the first book, which was The Elder Gods and I happilly purchased The Treasured Ones. I was waiting for the paperback to come out. I don't like hard covers. They are just too heavy to hold up and read. And they hurt if they fall on you. I remember I had my poor breast bruised because I was holding up the hardcover over my chest and my hands were too weak to support the book. Never again i bought a hardcover-breast-harassing-book. Well, other than Harry Potter. I simply MUST get it within the week that it comes out. And the much much cheaper paperbacks only come out like 6 months after that only.. All scamssss...
I passsed the non-fiction shelves. I was not really a fan of reading .. real life stories. I can't take too much reality. I need my little space of unreality and fantasy to keep my life spiced up. I can't stay still in one spot for too long. I need to. .. .. imagine.. . things.. to keep myself amused. Reading about other sad realities.. . well.. .. not my glass of cocktail. I don't even like.. mushy love books. I thnk they are just too. .. .. soppy. Political books are just as good as sleeping pills. I don't mind the occassional mystery books, or thrillers. But i'd stick to fantasy. Fuels my imagination.
Hmm.... 2:31pm. I started this blog at 12:16pm. With the occassional chats to loverboy.. .. Maybe I should.. go out.. have some lunch.. and maybe come back and pack my room (again.. .. ). .. .. read more fantasy.. and maybe do a better job at the jig saw puzzle that he had given to me. my dogs keep running into my room and messing everything up and then i have to start alllll over again.
.. .. Just another weekend. I'll survive. Maybe i'll go buy a tub of Haagen Dazs ice cream too. Hmmm... yarrrr... maybe after I rob a bank, that is...
But above it all, my darling still loves me. *muahs*.
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