A MCB day

*Update*

Just a short note. Since it's MCB day, I've decided to name the mother cockroach giving birth to all the tiny cockroaches in my toilet, that I killed cruelly by unloading 1/3 bottle of bug spray on each and every single one of them, Esther S(ASS).

Don't ask why.

Dirty menace, disgusting, ought to DIE! I hope Esther ASS flew (cockroach flies right?) OVERSEAS to China and was one of the victims in the quake...

*huei is sorry if naming that cockroach offended anyone that isn't meant to be offended. But I highly doubt there'll be anyone called Esther S...huei is also sorry if talking about the china quake offended anyone. May the victims rest in peace, and may Esther ASS please be one of the victim and never rest in peace! MUAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA

*End Update*


I woke up this morning feeling so refreshed.

OK wait, that was AFTER my shower.

I though for once, I'm earliER, for a breakfast I've been craving. I so hate myself..Because I crave Roti Planta, and where can we get that? MAMAK! But at least it's not stupid nasi goreng or their stupid chap fan!

Anyway, my Boo drove me off rather early, well, earlier, and when we reach the workshop area, the dogs started following us. We couldn't stop, we could get killed for bringing dogs into a mamak! So we had to drive to another mamak, but it was closed, so we ended up eating what we normally eat again, since driving around already took up all my time to spare.

Getting abit frustrated, I wasn't going to let some time issue ruin my mood, but another series of bad luck happened, which I can't blog about. Otherwise people will think they know me damn well, and start sterotyping and judging me. *Roll eyes*

I wanted to do a nice post for today, to make my haters more tulan, but I realize I forgot to bring my card reader. So now I have to write this instead, and haters are laughing because I'm having a MCB day. *bang head on wall*

Oh and to top off this lovely Friday, I left my sweets in the office again, and now it's attack of the ants time. Bloody ants running all over my table, and when I squish them, they leave a trail of stain, and the cleaner only comes next week, and I can't bear to sit here knowing that there's 'juice' of squished ants on my table.

DAMN

PMS must be coming soon.....

I WAN MASSAGEEEEEE