10^th January 2002. (2^nd entry)

It’s 6.25pm. My achievement of the day so far would be waking up successfully at 3pm. *Sigh*

Scum of the earth, come on

Wake up dead bleeding red

A world that doesn’t exist.

I’m breathing

I’m bleeding

I’m screaming.

Scum of the earth, come on.

My headphones are my source of energy today. My headphones with Rob Zombie blasting through it. Makes me feel like smashing a guitar or something. Well since I don’t have one…. *eyes on furniture around room*. I have MTV to blame.

The smell of fried fish wafting thru my windows tells me that once again I have wasted another day in bed…. Actually come to think of it, my dad said that.

Still trying to look for some sorta short course to do whilst I’m trying to work out a loan or something.

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Just got back in from picking up Daniella from school. Sheesh the luxuries kids have these days. Heck, when I was in school, not only did they forget to pick me up… they didn’t even remember I was in school!! That was when I resolved to a more reliable means of transportation…. The school bus.

Definitely need a more uplifting (and less destructive) set of music to listen to. Lets see…. Dance, classical, Elvis Presley or indie?

Let’s try indie.

Ok now…I have to get organised once again. Question: How am I supposed to do that when the one tool I’m dependant on for organising has run out of pages?

N.B: Get organiser refills ASAP!

In case any of you are wondering, my organiser pages ended on the 6^th of Jan. And I’m too broke to go get refills. Which brings me to the most important question. Where the fuck is my friggin’ paycheque??

Should be going shopping with Bea in KL tomorrow. (window shopping for me that is).

Should I go pierce my navel when my paycheque arrives? Or should I enrol for the new kickboxing session? Decisions decisions.

Ok things I need to do in town tomorrow:

1. Pick up new organiser/refills.
2. Call Joey to pass her portfolio pics.
3. Drop by agency for a second test shoot if skin behaves.
4. Look for nicer shoes. (for which I’m quite sure I’ll end up looking at Blahnik’s that are beyond my budget for the next 10 years).
5. Go to New Look to collect pics.
6. Check out latest paperbacks. (desperately need to read something)
7. Avoid adding tomorrow to the list of disastrous events that has happened since 2002 happened. (Bea reckons we’re disastrous when put together, and I have to admit there’s truth in that).

The pack of doublestuf Oreos has been completely ingested by your truly in a mere 15 mins. I’m fast becoming some sorta laptop junkie who knows no difference between day and night. And Oreos are here to fuel that delusional phase.

 Also, Charles Worthington has lost a customer in me. Just realised how his products smell like my ex. *shudders*. Flippin' heck, I'm trying to wash him outta my hair, NOT ADD him to it. Then again come to think of it, I HAVE washed him outta my hair. NEXT!

Oh that Sebastian dude did ring up after all. Keyword: W.A.N.K.E.R. Went for coffee, and realised he's in it for the sex and he's not ashamed to admit it. Apparently he must've thought I was 15 and would be impressed by his stack of credit cards and flashed them about when picking up the bill. I'm thinking yeah big deal brother, I used to carry more than that... more colourful ones I might add, since I'm feeling like a pompous bitch today. (Well that was up until I got dragged home and the cards got cut. Damn! And I hardly used them!). And besides, nothing beats a wad of cold hard cash when it comes to showing off. And as I said before, NEXT!

Right then, I’m getting off this seat to go do something productive. (Like go look for another pack of Oreos).

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