Category: Ranting Is a Right

Skipping class is a sin. Read to find out why.

Got RM170 in cash for the focus group discussion. Yay! It was fun. And there were food hehehe. Nice. I’d do it again anytime.

I’ve gotten hair extensions. Impromptu decision. I like them very much. So it’s fair to say now I’m more funky than dorky now.

Bought a black tube top at a steal. Must finish assignment by Thursday. I need to dance. I need to gyrate my hips. I need to feel sensual. Zouk beckons.

Ever been summoned for jaywalking? Well, I did. I was crossing the road from Sungai Wang to Lot 10 and I got summoned for RM50 (unofficial amount lah!). Damn buggers. I told them I will not pay them, I’ll appeal at the police station. There goes their corrupted income. Nak gertak aku? Pirah organisma tak berguna. Bulan Ramadan ye? Mana niat nak pahala tu? Oh I get it…..they’re willing to accept bribes for my sake so that I won’t need to pay RM500 and hence they’d get celestial brownie point for that. MCB. May your buttocks rot in hell. Yeah, I’m feeling righteous. For fuck’s sake, jaybloodywalking!?

(Sunday bloody Sunday) How Long Must We Sing This Song?

What can I say? Mom apologised to me. She said she had been constipating for weeks hence the rage. We both laughed it off.

I have 3 papers to write. Already feeling slightly anxious. Must do well. Must do well. Don’t procrastinate, Kim. Bear in mind the scholarship next year, Kim. Bear in mind!

I wish I had more health concious friends. I need an exercise partner but so far response has been lukewarm. Not that I can’t go jogging or swimming alone, but it’s too dangerous nowadays. You never know who is observing your every movement.

Going to Regent Hotel tomorrow for some focus group thing. I’ll get to earn RM170 for 1.5 hours. Hehehe. Easy money. But I’ll have to skip accounting class. That’s a bummer.

Why isn’t there any decent weekend job in the city? I’m available from Friday to Sunday. Anyone knows anyone knows anyone with jobs to offer, do email me at kimberly.low@gmail.com. No orange juicing at hypermarkets, please.