i dont want to be me anymore.. im sick of having to work like dogs [notice the plural?], having to face either rude or gatal court clerks, having to submit lots of work which juz HAVE to be done ASAP, constantly..
i want to be like mr jcs, my big boss, who only comes to the office at 2 and goes back at 4 and gets paid puluhan ribu, and gets to wear nice clothes with ugly ties and shiny shoes; gets to dye his hair like the colour of a rat; and gets people scrambling on their feet whenever he calls them [dont get me wrong, mr jcs, i still lebiuuu]
my social life is turning puny too. i dont know why i cant get over my phobia of going to lotus for a drink after work with my colleagues. when the invitation comes, i usually think i can muster up the courage to go in, but when im almost there, i sorta hyperventilate and i end up making some lame excuse of having to do something else. shito.
i need to tell my mom to abolish my curfew too. sigh.. but i know that if she does abolish curfew, she would still stay up until im home. how laaaa...? i have tonnes of rain checks as we speak!
aniz halimi 26 years blessed subang jaya malaysia ________________
a woman, kinda lost a phenomenal average a solid stick a spoiled daughter a spastic fiancee a silly friend an evil do-gooder a male chauvinist hater an environmentalist a naive fearless driver a religious window shopper a music worshipper an oprah wannabe a confused conversationalist particular about kek batiks a luvly God-made aniz