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Wednesday
The Boss asked me to design a magazine ad to promote / create awareness amongst students and teachers about the launching of imu.edu.my. So this is my first draft:
[6/13/2006 6:25:40 PM] Dr HM Goh (贤明) says: Good stuff ***
Tuesday
My RPM class on Mondays are always 7.30pm. I was there much earlier yesterday. By 6.45pm, I had already changed into my workout attire. Then as usual, I will get into the class earlier to book my favorite bike... bike #5. And when I got in there.... *gasp* Someone was faster than me! Someone had placed his/her water bottle and towel on the bike! (People usually book their bikes by leaving their water bottles or towel on the bikes and then leave to do some workout on the gym floor) I pulled a fast long-face. Then... horror! Even all the front row bikes were all taken! Great. Just my luck. So I took a random bike on row two. Set it up, warming up and chatting away with Josh when suddenly... Annoying Boy: Hey, why are you on this bike? I already booked your bike #5 for you. (proceeded to remove his water bottle and towel) I looked around and noticed some people were looking and probably wondering why did I get special treatment there. My cheeks were flaming hot by then. Shiiiit, how how how! Then, I mustered all my energy, got up, walked to bike #5 and graciously said... "Oh, ok. Thank you."
Monday
As I'm typing this, I am feeling extremely in awe with myself. Heh! I multi-task so well it just amazes me. Right now, I am:
P100 is mine! Mine! Mine! So today when I get off gym in the evening, I need not worry and bitch about finding a spot by the road, crossing two stupid roads while carrying so many bags coz you know why? Coz I have a parking spot INSIDE the apartment! (But hor, IF some other idiots later so intelligently decide to park on my spot how ah?) *smiles angelicly*
Sunday
SCG vs Netherlands Boy: GOALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL !
No alarms needed. Time is 10.30am. No sweat. No work to rush to. No plane to catch. No appointments to rush to (unless it's facial or manicure So here was what we did today: - Went to Ikano for brunch. Cars is good. Trust All in all, a good day to end the week. And now, we must go crack our heads as to where to go for dinner.
Saturday
Friday
I am every Reality TV Show's nightmare. Reality TV hates audience like me. The thing about me is this. I can't stand suspence. Especially when people go, "Hey, you know what? That day... oh nvm, it's no big deal." Wtffffff... don't start something and then pretend that conversation never happened! Drives me nuts. Over-inquisitive mind? Perhaps. So anyways, back to reality tv shows. I'm a self-proclaimed bimbo at night. I read thrashy magazines, fashion magazines, do my nails, pluck my eyebrows and yes, glue my eyes to programs like America's Next Top Model, Project Runway and The Bachelor. So yesterday I was watching The Bachelor. He is so handsomeeee :) The girls are so ewwwwwww. Personality-wise I mean. Except for one. We're down to 3 girls now. Gorgeous-and-Bitchy Kirsten, Fun Girl-next-door Jen and Airhead Tina. So yes, my choice is pretty obvious. At the end of the programme, I made a mental note to myself. To google the results for The Bachelor 3. Found out, I did. Hehe!!! And guess what? I might not be able to stop myself from finding out, but I know how it feels like to have people spoil the endings for you before you get a chance to watch them. So, I'm keeping mum on this.
So the moron is still parked at my P100. I'd better start stalking that space to catch him/her in time when he/she is having the clamp on the car removed. Don't worry. I just wanna 'talk' Anne asked me, "If later you found out that that moron is a Louis Koo lookalike how? You'd still screw him ah?" Me: "Screw him in what sense first? Hehehehe!!!" But goddammit man, I don't care if that was Brad Pitt who parked his car there, I will still want to give him a piece of my mind! Another colleague told me to wait till Sunday. It's the school holidays afterall. That moron could wellbe sun-tanning his white chinese ass under the glaring sun of Australia with the family but I.don't.care. I Still Want To Screw Him You should realize by now, I will keep harping on this issue everyday on my blog until it's resolved? I like to share my miseries, heh! Oh, remember Annoying Boy? Guess what. Apparently he took the RPM Les MIlls exam and passed it and is now a certified trainer. So these days, he is seated next to Kris (the ultimate trainer) in front of the class. I can't help but feel him smiling smugly at me throughout the class. But it's ok. Know why? Coz apparently there is this other guy who sits on bike #4, who just loves to annoy the person who is always seated on bike #5 a.k.a Me. He annoys the shit out of me! I kid you not. During the class, he would keep turning his head to the right which is where I am seated. I wasn't looking at him, in case you think I was, I could see from the corners of my eyes. And he just has this I'm-Here-to-Annoy label stamped on the forehead? Annoying Boy 2 would sometimes turn right at me and look down at my legs to see how fast I am going or how much resistance I am putting. WTF! Just concentrate on your bike dammit. So out of sheer cruelty and self-satisfaction, knowing he is quite a newbie there but been a regular there (who always plops himself on bike #4), I would push myself extra hard whenever he turns to look at me. And hehehe... so mean of me to say this... but most of the time, he just couldn't keep up with my speed lah. Hello, not being arrogant here, but I happened to be doing this for a very long time. Back in the days of Brazil Boy who... We shall not go there. Heh! So there you go. I realized I am becoming rather mean these days. I've been honking at confused vehicles who don't know whether to turn left or right. Been joining in the fun of mass-honking at a particular vehicle who is blocking the whole traffic. But hey, wouldn't you be pissed? Just that I get this rather weird sense of 'high' from it? An immense sense of satisfaction in releasing how I truly feel. Usually I'll just shaddup and move on. But these days, gawd, I am mean. Oh did I mention how I screwed those security guards at my apartment?
Thursday
Why do we but they never seemed to?
Today, I want to bitch about my new found happiness. No, not the boy. The boy is fine. In fact I have just watched him play futsal last nite and despite having to involuntarily feed half the population of bloodsucking little-vampires there, it was a nice feeling New found happiness = P100 = My parking lot. P100 has never met my white Satria. Why? Coz some moron decided to so inconsiderately park his farking car on my lot for not a day but days. Nevermind that, he/she didn't even have the courtesy to leave a note of his contact details on the windscreen. So how we do contact that inconsiderate bastard / bastardess? You tell me. I am currently asked to park at the visitors' bay which sucked coz it's far from my place and it's uncovered. Mind you, I am paying substantial amount of rent for a COVERED parking lot. I have every right to be pissed, no? How badly I want to give that person a piece of my mind, you have no idea.
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