(Tuesday, January 24, 2006)
the office connection is as fucked as jenna jameson on her casual porno routine. it gets fucked in three ways and there's still more to come. which explains the lack of posts lately. an i can't shit anything out from my head when i really need to do it, 3 hours and i wrote merely 2 sentences with less than 10 words. then i slammed my face on the table. talk about anger management.
the good news is, broadband internet might probably be elusive for the next 2 years. i got it right the first time, not 2 months or 2 weeks, it's 2 fucking years. that's malaysia's telco company for you. the supreme lack of performance is their motto, their reason to be here. they're not fucktarts, just a little slower in reaction.
chinese new year is around the corner! the week of noisy relatives crushing into the house, unliberal use of colour red in fashion, parades with gold jewelries, loud bangs of fire crackers, angpau angpau angpau and everything chinese. and i love every fucking bit of it. i mean every fucking bit. except for the part where my relatives have little children. well, that can be ignored. i can just imagine them little girls 10 years from now. fuck all. anyone who thinks visiting my house will contribute to your college or retirement fund, you may just fuck off then. the rate's 1.10. if you steal the bucket of fortune cookies and the crate of beer, it'll be about 100 bucks. that is if you can elude the rottweiler. and the killer pussy vanessa.
10:23 AM
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
