Work is making me hyperventilate a bit. Boleh tak boss2 besar di EU sana jangan celebrate kate byk 'pass' dulu. Walaupon it means 'good' for me, tapi kenapa aku rase macam banyak lagiiiii jee mendeee yang tak betulll. ****. (ditapis kerna baru teringat I got some kids reading my blog)
UMNO princess spouting nonsensical things are making my day. I mean, it really couldn't get more lulzy than that. <- http://www.thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2010/10/21/nation/7266377&sec=nation. However nothing so far can top the whole 'how ketat does the kebaya/skirt for pramugari should be' debate long time ago. Fucken pervs. (ops)
I think I swallowed some tiny splinters from some lousy chopsticks.
I would kill for a sushi. Maybe this weekend ke husband? Or my birthday is a sushi-palooza for me. Gile awal planning, birthday sebulan lagi to the day.
Proses diet bermula. Its not fun I tell you. The urge to eat sinful things is just too bad.
Proses exercise belom lagi. Gile malas.
Fasha berjaya telah melepaskan diri dari rumah. She's thrilled I tell you. Kurap not so thrilled sebab die gemok and kenot lepas the opening. So early morning she was being all needy and whiny and NOISY, macam tak puas hati why she was left alone and demanded to be scratched til her heart content.
Udah, udah. Balik keje.