Dear Garden Cafe in 1U,
Why the fuck do you call yourself 'Garden Cafe' when I can't smoke in it? Fine, the whole 'indoor nature' bullshit crap idea - I get that, but hello, at least prepare a corner where people can puff their lungs away! Because that's what you do outdoors, in a fucking real garden, you can fucking smoke. I really wanted to give you a try the other day, but as soon as I received a negative on smoking, I headed to my most favorite place in 1U to eat - Delicious. At least they have real outdoor seats. Not some tacky, fake-leafed-place. BAH.
Best,
Me
Nov 12, 2009
Nov 10, 2009
Nov 5, 2009
Sakit
I hate being sick. I hate getting fever in the middle of the night. I hate waking up with a fucking headache that hurts so much it's like suicide bombers just crashed in it or something. I hate looking shittier than usual. I hate using so many tissues my nose is actually peeling off. Most of all I hate being alone when I'm sick, half a globe away from my big bed in my parents' house, where I can snuggle under warm comforters and watch teevee and be pampered by my mom who's always extra concerned about me when I'm sick. I miss the hot tea's and breakfast/lunch in bed, the excuse for getting anything I want.
I HATE BEING AN ADULT
/manja mode
I HATE BEING AN ADULT
/manja mode
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rant
Nov 4, 2009
Hari jadi yang tak jadi
This year, I was supposed to celebrate my birthday in a hotel in Cherating, pampered with massages and all that jazz. Well shit happened and I was like, cool, then I'll just celebrate it with my friends and get so smashed (or see other people get drunk, like last year) and wake up with a fucking hangover and we could talk about it for days.
But now, I'm most probably gonna celebrate it in Penang, cause of work. I have to go over for an event, and it's on my birthday weekend. And the only people I know there are my manager and B. of Redbull. So fucking great, right. I'm gonna be fucking sad on my birthday.
But now, I'm most probably gonna celebrate it in Penang, cause of work. I have to go over for an event, and it's on my birthday weekend. And the only people I know there are my manager and B. of Redbull. So fucking great, right. I'm gonna be fucking sad on my birthday.
Nov 1, 2009
Mari sini dengar satu cerita
Deep inside my tummy lives a raksasa who thinks it's a bear. It's a little schizophrenic bear with mood swings just like the person in whose tummy he lives in. He can be this cute, fat baby bear rolling around happily in the dark insides, all happy singing French songs or humming imaginary tunes, and WHAM! all of the sudden, when he feels hungry, he'll turn into a big bad roaring grizzly bear whose teeth are as long and as scary as the wolf who ate Little Red Riding Hood's grandmother. He will scratch and bite and go BRRRRRUUUUURRR!! until someone feeds him.
So you better watch out, and be scared of this little raksasa in my tummy.
So you better watch out, and be scared of this little raksasa in my tummy.
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nonsense
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