it started off with random talks and usual chats during our youth-in-touch game held on one of the saturdays. we were having our-in-between-breaks before the next game.
so the girls and i were thinking of a holiday getaway.
it was down to bali and bangkok(yay!)
and today, i surprising-ly received a msg asking me to transfer money.
I WAS LIKE, F*CK! HOW COME NOONE TOLD ME SIAAAAA!
no one told me the dates, plans and stuffs...
just because the jelly pantat Azlina was contacting me using my old number when i've already told her nong nong ago about my new number. gundu head!

but yeah, its not bangkok but it BALI babyyyyy!

and now now, what am i suppose to tell my boss?!
im still under probation siol!
and its not one or two days, but five days.
HOLY-CRAP-A-DOODLE-SHIT!

hurhur!
so after singfest, its bali im looking forward to wit azlina, dee, yam and shimo.
now, 18 august please come faster!
:)

its the third week of baby's book out.
and somehow time past really fast working at auston. the next minute i know, its already the end of the day.

it has been a month.
so this is what i love/hate about working at auston:
1) clear up people's mess, of such messy attendance. and preparing students' warning letters.
2) i can munch-munch at any point of the day. yes, i can now happily munch curry puff hor!
3) i can talk on the phone, use my handphone. but of course, im not taking advantage lah. and anyways, who am i suppose to msg with and talk to?
4) alot of eye candy. yummmmmy! especially nepalese. OMG LAH!
5) i have such wonderful collegues.
6) some say i dont look malay, because of my eyes. so i claimed myself as a nepalese. HAHAHAHAHAHA!
7) still clearing up people's mess. BULLSHIT. and i gets me all stressed up, seriously. i feel like crying sometimes.
8) i get to talk wit students. READ: eye-candiesssss!
9) i have someone calling me "pretty, pretty girl" and she couldnt get her eyes off me everytime she's near me. not that im one, but sometimes, it freaks me out!
10) perharps, this is the job i would love to spend my many months? years? with. i hope so.

okay, this is kinda of a long entry. i havent write a proper entry eversince the boy's in camp.

we have been faithfully talking to each other on the phone every night. and sms-ing me as and when he can. i really appreciate that,sayang.
and everytime i put down the phone, i would start crying knowing that im already missing him. and the sundays when i see him ride off wit the gigantic bag, i would cry on my way back home.
and i, have been faithfully writing down in my journal.

and here's a note. just so you know, i feel so sorry for you. as quoted by someone special whom i shall call the rebound guy, " shes just desperate"
and i dont care what other people say about me. because i dont care either.
i know the truth too.
shameless you.

oh, tpiranhas babies, CONGRATS! champions again.
i will see you girls soon when i find the time alrights. till then, continue missing the energizer bunny. hehe!

alrights then, time to hit the bed. its half day work tomorrow.
alot of things to clear up.

i miss you like crazy
even more than words can say
i miss you like crazy
every minute of every day

because weekends are the best days i could ever wished for now.
and im back missing you all over again.

4 and 1/2 days left.

at time like this when i felt like crying at work because there's so much workload and i felt the pressure, a great big hug from you will do wonders.

i hate mondays, just because students are so f*cking irritating like CB. i couldnt care less about them. and clearing up people's shit makes me like chopping up that body into pieces just like how dexter morgan does it.

all the best tpiranhas babies for polite this week. do tpiranhas proud okays. fight it all out like how we always do. nothing will bring tpiranhas down.

friday please come quick.

i cried when i leave the room.
i cried when i leave the building.
i cried when i sms him.
i cried when he sms me.
i cried when he called me at 4.51pm, 7 july when i was in the train.
i cried when i talked about him.
i cried when i think about him.
i cried on the way back home.
i cried again when he msged me.
i cried when he wanted to go to sleep.
i cried when he put down the phone.
i cried when i go to sleep.
i cried when i woke up in the morning.
i cried when im in the bus.
i cried when im at work.
i cried when my colleagues asked me "your boyfriend picking you up today?"
i cried on the way back home.
i just cried after i put down the phone.

im not used to this. even if its for four days.

i miss you sayang.
:(

p.s; im sorry if my post's getting emotional. i just cant help it.

and im crying again.