Category: Ranting Is a Right

I finished my project proposal outline at 5am. I passed out by the time I bound the shit.

Some crazy fucker called me at 9-ish am but hung up by the time I picked it up and never called back. The voice mail sounded mutilated, all I heard was “Kimberlee…chik chik”. I’m almost sure I could recognise the voice, it’s the fucker, lets call him blabbermouth, the fucker who doesn’t know shit but pretends that he does and bloody babbles like he does, just cause he had lived in Manchester for 4 years, probably as some bloody illegal immigrant.

He fucking ruined my plan to sleep until 3pm, wake up with a flat tummy and submit the shit. Now for some unknown reason, I can’t sleep, my tummy’s bloated from yesterday’s 6 course supper and I’m farting non-stop. And I’m bored and I want to eat. I will even pray now, just please, give me some sleep and bitter receptors for the tongue.

First of all, in spite of the little crazy episode I had with myself this morning (which prompted me to head to the bakery – bought 5 different kinds of crabmeat buns + a chocolate donut, ate ALL in 2 hours while watching Grounded For Life, The Casino and yes, Oprah), I received my result transcript from college. Guess what…I got FIRST CLASS for accounting. I repeat, first bloody class. I am speechless and I am almost sure that they must have made a mistake (though I definitely am not complaining). Anyone who has been reading my blog would know I am incredibly bummed when it comes to accounting (read here, here, here and here) and I skipped almost every class last year. So what can I deduce from this? Well…firstly, I am a genius and secondly, I am invincible.

I’m happy and giddy again.

Lets hop over to our next subject – Jaime’s birthday. You could read about it from ST‘s blog. My most memorable things about it were the sinfully delicious kiwi cake and the angmoh who was stuck in the 80s. He was awfully hilarious (read: squinching his skinny butt and pirouetting incessantly). Oh yeah, and I love the new bras I bought for Chinese New Year.

Now on to Zoukfest. I would say it’s not bad for my first rave. I wasn’t actually tipsy (Okay, I do hate beer and every other kinds of alcoholic beverages except Jolly Shandy and gin & juice – why the latter didn’t come through I don’t know :C ) so those music became quite annoying and monotonous after an hour. FA and I scurried off to Ghetto Heaven where we danced behind the stage, right at the entrance to main arena (probably annoying the cops). After 5 songs, I was collapsing but FA was still dancing, 3 times the speed of everyone else…Energizer bunny!!!! OMG if only you were a boy, we could hump up a storm…I LOVE YOUUUUUUU FA!!!! Read ST‘s account on it. I’m just going to rip some pictures from his camera. Oh and btw, my jacket is a genuine Nike and even IF it looked like some Chinese immigrant getup (which it doesn’t! it’s VINTAGE = classy, ok!) it’s still a NIKE and it cost me almost RM200, ok? Don’t hate me coz I’m beautiful…

i know. i know im supposed to update on the weekend – jaime’s bday, zoukfest and joey’s wedding. but i cant do jackshit now. i missed my 8am class. i really want to make it at 9am but the traffic is seriously fucked here. FUCKED. i repeat to demonstrate the enormity, F U C K E D. i wouldn’t be able to make it. argh fucking kills me, man. it’s not like i even went to bed late. wtf? just when i want to start the semester with a clean slate and perfect attendance, this has to happen.