Hello all.

Been pretty lazy to blog.
A couple of major changes in my life.
Change #1, I am officially an adult! Stepped into the big 21.
Thanks to all those who were present at my birthday chalet.
Thanks for all the gifts, and thanks to my aunts and uncles for the gifts in moolah form.
Love them till bit$ e$pecially tho$e you know what... LoL...

Change #2, changed job. Got into an argument with my supervisor, quit the job.
Now working at AIA. Just secreterial job, but my weekends are free. Pay is better too.

Ok, something that didn't quite change. I'm still a hopeless shopaholic.
Just got back from shopping.
My shopping bagS' filled with,
3 pants,
6 tops,
2 cardigans,
1 dress, and
Yang Cheng Ling's new album.

Hey, it's not always that I can shop like this, only cause precious' bike's in the workshop.
Normally take bike, can't shop cause there's no room to store my haul. So it ain't so bad afterall.
I've got just enough time to indulge in shopping.
Cause precious' brother is lending him his X9 to ride for a couple weeks till he gets his baby back.
Finally no more backaches on the bike.
Hooray to scooters!

Joted Down @ 11:15 PM

You fucking fuckerooroo! You bastard! I wish you die a horrible death!

Precious and I woke up to a shocking phone call from grandma, she said she saw precious' bike lying on the floor. We hopped to our feet and went to check it out.

Some bastard driving a red car apparently was fucking lousy in reversing, we parked in on of the inner lot and he managed to knock down the bike leaving scraps of red paint on the mud guard. And the poor bike suffered and bent clutch, severe cracks on its ferring and scratches all over. Precious is feeling the pinch. The previous time was also around his bonus time that we met an accident, this time too.

But the previous time was his fault. No complaints. But this time? We feel so wronged. Just wake up and for nothing have to pay hundreds for the repair of the bike. I wish that the fucker's car break down to the smallest pieces that even his car cushion are torn all over. I am seriously cursing and swearing that bugger come to a horrible end. Fucking hit and runner....

I wish,
your license gets suspended,
you meet TP every other day,
your steering wheel gives way,
your brakes don't work,
somebody puts porn in your boot,
your car get knocked and scratched every inch and you don't find the person.

P.S. : Both accidents were we RED cars!!!!

Joted Down @ 2:34 AM