It’s
11.20pm, the weekend is here – at least for me it is. How do I feel? Tired
beyond comprehension. My feet hurts from being in heels the whole day (who the
fuck created them?). That said, I’m still going to get myself a wardrobe full
of blahnik's and rossi’s when I make my first million. And yes, despite my
long absence from the site the dreamer in me refuses to get stuffed.
Tomorrow some hair stylist fellow wants to ‘view’ me (more like my hair) to see if I (along with hair of course) am suitable for a promo/show. Get a free new do and treatments…there’s a catch though. I won’t be getting paid. If only I was 2 ½ inch taller!!!!!!! Then snubby agents would be a thing of the past! Ok maybe not but 2 ½ inch more of leg length wont do nobody any harm now would it? Mental tiredness blankets me like…. Like…I don’t even know. *Grunt* and I so feel like bailing from tomorrow’s appointment. It really eeks me that after spending so much effort and time, I’m like stuck in the middle. I’m getting paid like peanuts from all this…But nothing comes easy I guess. (Although the little voice says it would be easier if I had that effing 2 ½ inch).
*Grunt*
Work at Klue has been all sorts really. So far it’s gotten me rather frustrated with my writing. It’s not flowing like it should be. I have no style, no strength and my worse nightmare…. Lack of substance. If anything, my middle name should be ‘pain in the arse perfectionist’. But besides that, the only thing prolly giving me ulcers are them effing showtime schedules. Who the fuck invented cinemas? Can’t we all just watch pirated vcd’s at home? What? Stop givin’ me that look. Yeah, blame the honest one.
Oh,
just remembered I haven’t even written anything about Rawa yet. Damn it’s
like so late to make a really good recall now. Though I think some backlogged
scribbles on Trusty the Notepad might be useful. Not today though. Patience my
pets.
I’m
yawning for the 50th time in the past hour. Could this be a sign of
desperately needing sleep? Nahh…
Been
taking the lrt to work everyday…. and if I were to write an account of my
journeys every other morning like I used to, I’d end up with a bloody
directory before the month after. Oh and I noticed the only place anyone pays
attention to the ‘stand to the left’ sign is at Kelana Jaya station.
Malaysians CAN read after all. We learn new things everyday.
Oh
pictures pictures… Rawa pictures were gonna be updated this weekend. But
they’re with a friend at the mo… sorry cariad. I guess you’ll have
to wait.
Right
then, me lurvs sleep is much needed and have to look half decent tomorrow. Since
I look like a walking zombie these days, half decent would be an immense
improvement.
Oh!!!
Before I forget… I finally got another piercing…got the ‘industrial’. So
now I have a rod going through the cartilage diagonally and two leeeetle ball
bearings on the two tips. Yes and so my description should be fed to the dogs…
and to think I was the whinger around here. Will get a
pic and stick it online.
Nos
dar cariad.
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