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Monday, January 31, 2005

it's monday morning at exactly 8:41am. what in the friggin of prickkk world am i doing here? giving you a E-WakeUp Msg of cos... NOT! i'm in a bloodee edgy mood ryte now and am waiting to unleash it onto any unsuspecting poor soul. 'why?' u may sincerely ask. simply cos i woke up to a damn annoyingly fucksssup morning!

when i tried to turn in at 4am, my body refused with violent objections by stressing me out with alot of sprinting-fast thoughts. it wouldn't ever stop, though sprints should be short stints. getting fuckin pissed off at 5am, i decide to get out of bed and write the fucking issues onto my organiser. plocked back on bed by 5:30am and get up for 7:30am. sounded very organised and thought out to me. BUT NOOOO...! this stupidly annoying self of mine, decides to turn off its audio input services to not hear 3 friggin alarms ring at varying periodics!!!

the issue here is not missing classes. cos i was only returning to school to do work on my own basis. (yes, christy is doing workk. so shoot me.) the most importantly tragic issue is that I needed to smuggle my mannequin back to the studio with the help of Andre's Dad's Car, WHICH is o-n-l-y available this bloody damnnned morning!!!

so i thought, fine. maybe it's meant to be for me to get a little breakfast, organise my thoughts and other bullshitte crap ass. so as i moved the lethargic bloop of fats and skin to the kitchen in attempt to reach for butter and bread, i notice that my awesomely insane and tragically considerate brother has decided to gobble half the loaf of the bread last night, to leave none for any hungry soul this morning! How perfectly loving and understanding!

And as i hunt for maggi noodles to be bloody cooked in a damnned microwave, those imbecilic packets of dried compressed yellow bouncy strands decides to play hide&seek with me. dont they know that despite their pathetically stupid efforts in doing so, they'd STILL end up boiled in HOOOT BURRRRRRNINGGGGG SCALDDINGGGG water? hmm? dont they? oh gee, there wasn't a red 'Caution' sign. was there?

dont u feel the love in the air with me and the other nimcompuuuts in my condemned environment? The Love.

8:41 AM
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