all that talk about going/wanting to sleep through all weekend and, secretly hoping, all through the hols. just the first night and i've be tossing and turning. woke up at round 4am to pee and cant get back to sleep. urgh! so here i'm now blogging shit.
how to last through the whole of 2months???? how i wish i'm like.. 1)viola, she's got somewhere to return to. 2)eliza, everyday bloody power packed with events. 3)wan, he can jolly well stay home and 'nua' like nobody's business. <'nua'=slack around like a worm>
and everyone's saying, 'go get a job lah!' aiya, damn lazy can? firstly, nice and acceptable job doesnt jump off the shelf. i hate the searching for one part. next, new temporary faces, oh i so hate making new acquintances. thus, the loner by choice, so freaking irritating.
and.. i dont need a job!! i have enough shoes to paint!
okok, can someone please pretty pretty please offer to get the same job with me???