12 October 2002 8:29 a.m. Arul woke me up today at seven in the morning. I know I’m not the most happenin’ of people (ahaha), but seven a.m.?! The guy must be very lonely. I’d lurve to accompany him and his Playstation, (Playstation… joystick… heheh… I’m out of my mind) if only he wasn’t in Johor. I wonder what’s going to happen if they do move the Puduraya bus station to Subang. How would anyone get there? Are they supposed to drive there? Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Members of the Board of Brainless People Who Make Idiotic Decisions, if people could drive wherever they damn well wanted, then they wouldn’t be taking the bloody bus, now, would they? After all, who in their right mind would voluntarily go and inhale carbon monoxide unless they were waiting for a bus that never runs on time? Besides smokers, that is. Sorry, Arul, but that’s the way things go when you’re a SMOKER. And this is me talking, the person who’s only ever been to that accursed bus terminal twice. American movies lied. A Malaysian bus terminal is the least romantic place you could ever think of! Actually, the Puduraya bus terminal is the least romantic place I can think of. The one in Kuching was much nicer. The exhaust fumes were allowed to escape into the sky, after all. How romantic is that?
But it's Saturday morning...
Growing up is optional... isn't it?
I’ve just realized that there is only one week left to my holiday!!! This means I have only one week left to do nothing… aww. I want more time, dammit.
Let’s see, what have I done… shopping has stalled thank to the uncooperative weather. Web-mastery will have to wait until my eyes recover from the strain, haha. What else… this blog won’t see as many entries once the semester starts. On the other hand, I’ll probably have more things to write about when I’m in class again.
It’s hard to believe that a year and a half has already come and gone. Soon, I’ll join the mindless work force and shuffle to work, drone-like every morning, and come home in a zombified state. How do people keep at it for so long?
Now I’m scared. Now I’m too scared to write. Awwwww…
walks off cursing and complaining about having to grow up
09 October 2002 8:28 a.m.I'm tired and my hair is still wet. Oh look, my ego is showing.
Woargh. That was the most tiring experience I’ve ever had in editing a fic. It’s taken so much out of me that I can’t even spell right anymore. I’m relying on the Word program to tell me what I’ve done wrong and even then I’m too knackered to point and click.
I feel like I have to conserve energy for everything I plan to do here at the computer, cos I mustn’t waste any of it. It’s gonna be tough because I’m currently typing this and chatting with two people as well as monitoring the progress of the files I’m downloading, all the while keeping my eyes open.
Yes, yes, I could say, ‘sod everything. I want to go to bed.’ But my hair is still damp. Alas, the downside of having long, luscious locks…
At the same time, I wonder about the whole broadband thing. What if Streamyx hasn’t kicked in yet and we’re being billed the regular rates? God, the bill will kill my parents!!!
Oh NOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Actually, I haven’t made as many spelling mistakes as I thought I would. It’s not like all this hair is getting in the way or anything… it’s keeping me plenty warm, in fact, hohoho.
Cassandra came back from Penang today. She was in a team that was competing in some life guard thing in Tanjung Bungah. Of course, everyone knows what happened to the competitors. … Ok, they got stung by jellyfish, poor things. Luckily for her, she was replaced at the last moment, and so came back with pristine skin. Alexis has been going around smiling all day. What a sap he is.
