psychomidnightbabble
capek.
exhausting week at work. but the good kind of exhaustion. the kind i like. cos i felt useful. somebody needs me. hurr.
going into town after work on a friday as usual seems like a chore at times. you are confronted with the maddening crowd and you deflate a little bit. but once you've met up with the familiar bunch of people everything is well. things fall into place.
dinner at far east. stood around for what seemed like 57 hours deciding where to go next. on the way to wherever we were going next. check out the chicks the guys were checking out. heard them go on and on about kurara chibana. cringed a little when they said 'i hit that shit'. settled down at the cineleisure foodcourt, others joined and others ate.
accompanied the queen of large format printing to get her bra straps. and now i have 2 more pretty panties courtesy of her. sebab 1 pair of bra straps plus 2 pair of pretty panties equal ten dollars. bargain hunting at work.
got a little googaga when we bumped into a certain cleo eligible bachelor. who turns out to be a friend of nifal. unfortunately he doesn't have any trickle of blood from that race i love and adore hehe.
i like to see how the crowd split into two when they see pal coming thru. ala moses parting red sea. people stare and stare. pal just have to give them one glance and i can see them quiver and waver a bit on their steps. but we all know pal is one big teddy bear hahaha. shut up pal, you are. even tho you did that you-know-what to you-know-who in your camp. too sweet ah.
pms can make me so bitchy and bratty i'm scared of myself sometimes. times like that i just wanna beat up someone real bad. throw a rockstar tantrum and smash things around in the room. scream and curse and swear real loud. tsk. can pms turn into an illness you think? like something you need prescription for. i mean, how is it possible on my last pms episode, i experienced so much rage and many crying fits, just because i couldn't find a skirt i'd been planning to wear all week? as tho it's the greatest injustice in the world. til i had to go downstairs in the middle of the night and sit on the bench near the fitness counter. konon-konon to get fresh air and clear my mind ah. fresh air kebabal. walhal.....
apa ni. seram tau, my pms. i will call my pms cik jorah. cos jorah ahmad looks really garang and can incite fear.
tomorrow, great spy experiment anyone? jom.
have an ace weekend my good people.
