Wednesday, October 31, 2007

You don't know what you're running away from.
Dorothy was right, oh.

You used to get it in your fishnets,
Now you only get it in your nightdress.
Saving all the naughty nights for niceness,
Philandering a very common crisis.

I can't eat. My stomach is so effed up.

Work was a blast yesterday. Well, the first half of work anyway. Halloween costumes and SBOF pirates belong together. Am I right?
I laughed and laughed. I laughed some more. But still never get six-pack. Haiya.


Other than that, work more or less sucked. It was the third day of my period, my back and shoulders were aching, AHEM was on the floor, there were boxes everyfuckingwhere because stocktake and prep for Xmas was happening on the same night. I just felt like lying down on the floor, apron and all. And and and, I spilled a whole carton of milk on the floor, then I broke the Venti scoop. And I kept hurting myself.

GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGG

I need to cut my hair. Discard all the negativity that has been happening.

My mum is not talking sense. I was talking to this guy on the phone and she suddenly asked me if my friend wanted to nominate me for duno what award because she heard me talking to the guy about what secondary school I went, what school I'm in now blah blah. Like, WEHH?

I just gave her the "HUH I have no bloody idea what you're talking about" look and continued what I was doing. Gosh. I'm so rude.

Sorry Mum.



Okay that's all. Cheers.

@ 10:32 PM

SYAF I AM

Okay, so I'm this girl right.

Who had big plans to change the world.
When I was young, I wanted to be either a zoologist, veterinarian or pilot.
I wanted to travel and help eradicate poverty.

And then when this girl grows up, she's all like, fack that!
She becomes guilty of things she never thought she'd have done.
She meets people of all shapes and sizes, some beautiful, some downright fugly.
Both inside and outside.
She becomes acquainted with some things called failure and commitment.
She realises love is as elusive as, perhaps, weight loss.

I let my inner demon out through my art.
Enjoy.

Y

SYAF LOVES

green eyes on hot guys, red and purple shoes, pepper and cream puffs, lincoln park at midnight
sitting on carpark roofs talking nonsense, meaningful silences, chewy cookie bits in vanilla ice cream
chocolate icing, shopping till my legs give out, smiling at random people, thinking about stuff

N

SYAF HATES

panadol or whatever pills for that matter, retarded nails, losing my voice, being broke
bananas, my thighs and big ass, man boobs, seeing something i really like but discovering that it costs a bomb


SYAF WANTS

levi's jeans, pimple cream, fake lashes, hair dye, a bigger paycheque, M&Ms
new specs, and possibly a hotass guy to sweep me off my feet

YOU SAY


THERE YOU GO.

{♥} shikin
{♥} atiqah
{♥} sarah
{♥} syafs
{♥} azura
{♥} ilyana
{♥} nurul
{♥} syaf
{♥} jocelyn
{♥} laila
{♥} aiman
{♥} SBOFpirates!
{♥} friend
{♥} friend

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