I've got no time to blog these days so I'm just writing down my thoughts on whatever paper I can find. For now.

Flashback: 7th July 2004

I have a colleague whose name is Conception Eduardo. No no, you read right. I can't help but giggle everytime I see his pass. I'm not bein mean, but it's just funny that his parents actually gv him that name. It's not even a name. It's a vocab, a word. What was his parents thinking? I really wonder...

2 days ago that moronic arse spoke to me. Don't you get it?! DO NOT TALK TO ME. DO NOT BOTHER. Go play somewhere else ok, you're free to do anything you want... just DO NOT TALK TO ME. All these while you actually don't get it? Even a large terrestrial African monkey of the family Cercopithecidae also known as the Baboon can understand what I'm trying to convey here.

Trust me 'DEAR', it'll make your life easier. At least, it'll make mine much, much, MORE easier. Seriously, if I don't hv to put up with yr crap, you wouldn't hv to put up with my attitude. All is fair ok. So DON'T TALK TO ME. Hai...

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Flashback: 9th July 2004

When I was going home yesterday, I saw that moron half naked in the office. Half naked, bottom onwards, mind you. And he went, "Oops!"

Erm... HELLO! KNOCK KNOCK TO EARTH, THE 21ST CENTURY?! THERE IS SUCH A THIN CALLED THE TOILET? LOO? WASHROOM? GENTS? TOILETTE? LAVATORY? TANDAS?

And he didn't even apologise. The nerve. But then again, don't bother lah. I'll probably kick his nuts flat like pancakes u can play frisbee with it, if he ever talks to me again.

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Flashback: 10th July 2004

Today. I'm so freakin sleepy. I think Ydah's theory on rice having its side effects is true. That after you consumed rice, you tend to get very sleepy and drowsy. Much like what I'm suffering from now.

Later, gonna meet Diyana. The plan was to go to the roof top of the Esplanade. I seriously dunno what she's planning to do up there, she just needs me to get her there. But if it's locked, we thought basement also can lah. But then again, we've always been haunting basements anyway, so now we wanna try roof tops. Hmmm...

But that was the plan. In the end, we decided to do that next weekend. Instead, we're heading down to where else but stolid TM. Our lives couldn't get anymore exciting.

Minutes ago, my colleague just asked me if I'm engaged. What's next? Am I a divorcee? Do I have children? Or how many grand-children do I hv? Everyday they come up to me and ask me ridiculous questions.

Are they spying on me? Hmmm... Trying to get all these info about me... hmmm... Could I be the target of a team of assassins? Shoot. Their disguises are good but I bet they have no idea that I'm Bionic Woman (shhh) disguising as the 'sweet, innocent, decent' 20 yr old Nadira. *smirking*

Alrite, I'm so awake now. Next up, gon catch King Arthur and Brotherhood soon cos my 2 new found beaus Lancelot and Won Bin are in it. You go, my men!



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