Left the phone inside the car, when I went for dinner with the other car, when I got back, got 5 missed calls and three text messages (another reason for that person to pick a fight)....
Gaji masuk lagi, friends who borrowed money from moi didn't pick up the phone (cannot repair the car, cannot even afford the tow truck)...
That someone doesn't pick up the phone, due to last night incident (great, just great)...
Received a phone call from that someone (kena marah... Malas nak layan doh)...
Received a call from Ms. Sufina... My quesheet for todays' View Points not in the file... She got bambooed by the Boss.
Five minutes later, received a text message from the Boss (kena lagi)... Tried to explain through SMS, but explaination through SMS sucks... Was misunderstood which made matters worst.
Tengah makan nasik, terus rasa kenyang... Buang seperiuk nasik of nasik...
Wgat else could go wrong?
It's only 1641hrs... I'm going back to bed...
1650hrs... The phone rang... Mr. Fairuzs' sister was admitted to the hospital (again), that means kena ganti konti dia lagi... Fine! More money for me.
Since I'm holding the phone, might as well...
(1) Call Miss Sufina to know more about the missing queshit (quesheet) mystery and also to ask her for a switch for tomorrows' duty- she agreed.
(2) Call Ms. Husner (The Boss) to ask her opinion on switching duties .
(3) Call Ms. Zaleha to confirm and see if she remembered me entering her room and putting the queshit into the file infront of her (which of course she remembers).
(4) Call the Boss to confirm about tomorrows' duty and of course before hanging up, letting her know that I've put the quesheet in the file and Ms. Zaleha is my witness...
May the one who sabotaged me (if he's a guy) loses his dick, like it just turns black and dropped off or if it was a girl, she'll sprout a teeny, tiny dick where her clitoris is (and the dick will be bright bright pink about the size of my pinkie finger!) Amen...
So the song of the moment... Fat Cat by Boy George.
Boy George Fat Cat Lyrics
Another song of woe
Woe sounds like this
You say nothing's changed, where were you when my world
Was spinning into masquerade
You claim it's just a question of mathematics
I shut the door on your amateur dramatics
Then you think too much
And you talk too much, vicariously
Yeah you think too much
And you talk too much
Every word is substance free
You're the dirt on my collar
You're the hole in my favourite shoe
You're the last dying breath of love
You're the weight that I need to lose
And you hurt yourself
You say I'm deranged, I'll admit to being strange
But I just can't stop loving you
If the light in your eyes
Addiction came as a surprise
Didn't think I'd be so into you
Then you think too much
And you talk too much, so carelessly
Yeah you think too much
And you talk too much
Every word is substance free
You're the dirt on my collar
You're the hole in my favourite shoe
You're the last dying breath of love
You're the weight that I need to lose
You're the dirt on my collar
You're the hole in my favourite shoe
You're the last, the last dying breath of love
You're the weight that I need to lose
You're the dirt on my collar
You're the hole in my favourite shoe
You're the last dying breath of love
You're the weight that I need to lose
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