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Change lifestyle = Hunger pangs every 1pm

I am still translating document. I had done with the German language.. translating German to English. Dunno how it would turn out. I haven't get a feedback on it yet. Haha. Maybe it will turn out like that completely insane subtitles we usually have when buying pirated DVDs.

Currently am translating French. French is harder. After a while.. you get a hang on on how all those phrasing and whats not in when I am doing it in German. But French even a and au which means the same thing is different. Gah!

I currently am being a good Samaritan while holding on to a lost phone. Did I consider to take it? Nah. Its an old model of a Nokia phone ... unless if its a N95 or N80 then I will be sorely tempted. And I don't have anyone that I feel the need to call. I am not feeling particularly goodish. But then I know that I will have the niggling feeling of guilt that will go on through the day and will spoil my mood in finishing up my work. And if you need to go to the toilet, leave your phone at your desk lor. Or firmly lodge in your pocket. As long as not in your back pocket as there are countless people everywhere who had dropped their phone into the black hole beyond where only the unclean or gloved hands dare to enter. (I am not one of this person... as obviously my back pocket is filled with my fat ass and nothing else can be fit in snugly except for the few tissues and receipts. )

That is a completely disgusting topic to go into.

Anyway was welcome to my office with a huge news bulletin on that humongous screen at Jalan TAR regarding the rising price of chicken.

That is not a surprise.

I might as well be a vegetarian. Think thin!

Everybody is beginning to get used to the 2.70 per liter of oil price nowadays. However the sight of a government car being escorted by the police dengan lajunya every morning at the MRR2 make my blood boils.

Change my lifestyle? Fuck you. You can't even make the effort to wake up a little earlier or drive your own car which
1. Makes you a lazy hypocrite ass. Change your own lifestyle.
2. You deemed it is necessary to waste the government money and resources in escorting you every morning.
3. And the waste of fuel. Hello!

God. Everytime I heard a government statement saying that we need to change our lifestyle I feel like flinging something.

I mean there this one morning where government make a statement on how "NO EU or US OVERSEAS TRIP for GOVERNMENT OFFICIALS" or "FUNDS IN GOVERNMENT EXPENSES ARE REDUCED" , then the next morning we are greeted by a news headline featuring many menteri (and the many wives of those menteri with a smug smiles) and (isn't it Najib one of em) smilingly getting a plate of food (of course I will bet my wedding finger on it is for free) at a restaurant in London.

Change lifestyle indeed. There is no lifestyle! I don't eat lunches anymore. I don't even have meetings where we are provided with free food. What more changes do you expect.

Gah! What a bunch of fat ass hypocrites.


p/s: oh my my. what an angsty person I am this week meh. Nah... I am jolly enough, though I am kinda bad tempered in the past few days.

Comments

SheeMa said…
so i guess..u have passed ur post-PMS period yeh?
OH MY!

yeah. i agree. najib is the biggest douche bag in malaysia now. its a big elbow drop from 70 feet up on the collectibe gonads of malaysian when he went eat wind in UK. damn bugger

if that is not ebough melaka spent 34 mills on a fucking ferris wheel!

yes you heard it right pals! a ferris wheel. i guess its a way to spin the people around untill they forgot they are getting cornholed! hahaha.... pretty effective one too

hmm. i changed my lifetsyle. 1 bottle of coke every 3 days. i just eat lunch now. no dinner or bfast. No more morning papers..

i bet by august i will be slimmer n trimmer

not bad what!
Taufiq Marq said…
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Dils said…
sheema:
meh.. I am always angsty PMS or no PMS

effi:
Eat lunch only? Huhu.. I am very sure that you will be more trimmer.

But yeah... I also feel like not eating out nowadays..

The ferris wheel is such a waste . I mean... there's nothing can be seen except if you are looking for the sprawling view of Kg baru la kan. I heard the Melaka one was cheaper and smaller? Or do they want to create a new one?

Nuffnang

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