Ewwww…. I’m a real lonesome tdy. My dearest Mak Minah is on leave tdy & so is my Ibu… *sob sob*… Mama make my regular roti tuna tis morning. Tot of juz staying in office & having the roti as ma lunch during lunch time but too bad tat I gobble it up as my breakfast instead. There goes my “thought-to-be-lunch”…whahaha…Tot of persuading Abg to hav lunch wif me but it seems tat he’s juz too busy in his own world, wif his own ppl tat he didn’t seems to care a darn tat tis PATHETIC Lil’ Miss Lonesome is all alone by herself in tis oh-so-silent room.

Haizzz…sometime I juz wonder wat ppl tat I put on up high in my life put me as. They said they luv u more than life seems to mean for them & tat they’re pissed off wif tis grp of ppl who’s making his live a livin’ hell but smtime their actions seems to tell tat they prefer to be wif the one tat they hold grudges wif. And tat simply ended up making their “oh-so-called luv ones” going thru the lonesome lane, starving, cold, lonely & feels so outta place lyk as if no1 in tis bloody darn world could be bother whether they exists or not. Yeah I pretty well knew all tis coz tatz wat I feel most of the time. Being given ample lovey promises but mostly are left to be drifted away. Making decisions wif beauty dreams tat ends up crashing crashing into uncountable pieces. So LISTEN PPL, nvr take out ya beauty dreams & hold them high wif countless hopes coz ya’ll nvr knew if the one tat’ll bring it crashing to the ground is the person closes to yawho hav nvr cross ya mind could hav did tat.

Sorry if I seems to be pouring my hearts out on ma personal totz. But hey, itz my blog… even if u cant stand reading all tis then simply FUCK OFF!!! Afterall, MY BLOG, MY PAGE, MY BLURT, MY LANGUAGE, MY SPEAK, MY STORY…and to all bloody-blank-headed out there it simply means tat ITZ MY SPACE TO SAY WAT I WANT!!!

Rite now trying my best to bare wif tis empty tummy….*tummy growling*…oouuwww…And nothing can be better than the Electrical Engineer apekz out there doing some URGENT MAINTENANCE meaning NO POWER SUPPLY AT LUNCH TIME…urrgghhh… So tis Ms. Lonesome wif her growling tummy got no better choice but to either face & start talking o tis blank wall or doze off a while…haizz…

Slogging up in office waiting for the day to end is a real torture esp tdy. Simply cant wait to start on my wkend. Tml is payday & tat simply means a short getaway frm tis squaxy-boxy office. Planning to ask my sis out to TM tml to run sm “pretty important errands”. Juz hope u guyz hav a great wkend too. K itz…ermmm lemme see… only 3 PM???? Auwww… Mr. Clocks pls ticks faster plssss…..