My ex-gangster colleague, on the H1N1 epidemic;

'This H1N1 flu ah, surely kenna mix with another virus then we all become zombies.'

and...

'Must faster find Milla Jovovich and clone.'

My dad called my mom in the morning to say that he's been thinking abt those couple of days when they were contemplating aborting me(due to financial reasons. I'm the 4th girl); the letter from the doctor, the appointment, the hospital visit. And he told her this: the only thing he's ever done right in his entire life was to decide to not abort me.

The only thing right in his entire life.

:)

So. My twinnie/best friend has left the country for good.

For good.

Bloody hell. Who the heck else is gonna call me when I'm busy, and complain that I don't pick up? Who else is gonna make me earrings and casually fish them out of her bag, in pretty gauze? Why do my best friends keep migrating?

You guys suck.

I don't like how this blog looks on Jay's WIIIIIIDE computer screen. My boxes on the right are cutting into the picture in a most unsightly way!

Let me now push away thoughts of template editing, and concentrate on my assignment. Frikkin @&!*#@& assignments that're taking so much research to do. Studying part-time while working full-time is no joke, man.

I can do it!

Someone thinks I'm Sister Mary.

Me : Hellooo.
Him: Sister Mary.
Me : Who?
Him: Sister Mary?
Me : Err no. You got the wrong number.
Him: Sister Mary. You are the chosen one.
Me : Ha! Is this Venga?
Him: Sister Mary, you are the chosen one. You are gonna be sacrificed!
Me : Ha ha ha. Who's this?
Him: Sister Mary. Sister Mary.
Me : Who the heck are you?!
Him: Sister Mary!
Me : Okay I'm Sister Mary. And who are you?
Him: *hangs up*
Me : *tries to decide whether to laugh or fume*

2 minutes later;

Him: Sister Mary!
Me : If you don't tell me who you are, I'm gonna hang up.
Him: Don't hang up Sister Mary!! I am Father James.
Me : You're WHAT?
Him: *sniggers and hangs up again*

Asshole called 2 more times, but I refused to pick up. I'm trying to finish up work so that I can leave at 6, y'know. And this bloody fool has disrupted my flow. I HAD to blog about it, and here I am, not doing my work!

I do want to know what other wacky stuff he has to say tho. I think I'm the ideal prank-callee. I know there is no such word. Don't mind me.

P.S: New background! Faceless as promised. Haha.

I'm gonna change my blogskin! Sick of seeing my face up there. So, the next background image will be faceless.

Curious? Wait and see. MUAHAHA!