(Thursday, September 22, 2005)
listening to: God of Wine
warning: uninteresting working life content. view at own risk.
i repent mostly for the letting unworthy temptation of speed held me hostage today. once i took a bite on the bait, it permeates an accummulation of indisposable clock into my whole journey. technically, i didn't feel contented because i was back in the office ''too early too soon''. once i reach the office, i was caught in a shadow of provocative holocaustic marathon of unresolved issues. how i wish i didn't return to the office
the only silver lining of the day was minutes of telephone conversation with a fellow female business associate with the nicest accent and a sexy appealing voice which refused to return our well deserved money. ironically, after 2 minutes, i lost my temper and shouted at her at the most polite manner ever and then had to apologise 'because it's not really her fault'' (note to self: she might be hot), soon after, i forgot and uncharacteristically profaned at her. (note to self again: she might not, so fuck all) in the bloody hell end, we agreed that we have to meet up for a business lunch date next week to square up our misunderstanding. conclusion: if she doesn't look one bit nicole kidman, i fucking swear i'ma fucking slain her ass. it she's not hot, it's back to business.
8:54 PM
that fucking traitor
liEw, 18 and since 2002, 270lbs, 5ft, brazilian chinese russian icelander hybrid, black eyes, short black hair, racist, antisocial, semi-alcoholic, ignorant, exhales profanity, black-poetry fanatic
