Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Stuck with a project, and still working up, refurbishing and rereading the work is good, you might say. It gives as impression that I am a conscientious person, or student for that matter. But stuck with a project, still, at this hour is not good. In fact, doing late night work is never good. It's bad enough I have a few(tryna assure myself) more slides to complete. On top of that, it's higher malay. Such dread. I skipped dinner because of this fuck-appalling piece of bullcrap.

I was already on the verge of screaming and pulling these hairy stuff off my head and Singapore Idol had to add on to the madness. Urgh. Slap all those sillymuthacows and patheticcunts, throw piles and piles of cowdung and bullshit on their ugly funken faces and choke them up with their dumbfuck cards which scream 'I LOVE PAUL!'

Fucktards. It's gross enough they go about with their cards/banners/whatever, they crowd around Gurmit, squeeze like they want to shove their heads up into their boyfriends asses, and try to fit into the camera frame and worst, shriek 'I LOVE PAUL!'(again, yes). How I loathe these bunch of fools.

Absolute pms. Sound so Amath.

Whatever really.

On a more random note: I have Peterpan playing on my playlist repetitively.

To end this off: HAPPY 15th BIRTHDAY ANASTHASYA!
It'll be Izzati's in a few hours time. Cheers!


10:39 PM