the F moment
the moment when nothing seems right and your heart is heavier than ever..
it sucks! everything seems dull, full with frustration and you just wanna urghhh stab someone or throw a brick at their pretty face.
even shah alam is feeling the same way as i am. it's been raining since 2pm and the sky is dark. it's like all the happiness had been sucked out today. yeay, i might laugh and smile. but deep down when i'm sitting in my own partition the good mood gone. puff. leave me hanging with the misery of designing. i guess the evil is here. right in my cubicle. on my chair where i sit and writing this silly thing. silly. stupid. yeah. everything seems either retarded or just simply to gay to function.
i need food. chocolate. sweet treats. good, scrumptious, delicious food. anything would do. the sad thing is when i unzip my purse all i can see is....nothing... where the hell is your money alia nasharuddin??!
*sigh*. i got no money and i have no guts to ask ayah for some. he's in a middle of money crisis and my little crazy-emotional-b*tch moment is not worth the call. duhh.
silly alia is silly.
p/s: i hate pms. go die.
it sucks! everything seems dull, full with frustration and you just wanna urghhh stab someone or throw a brick at their pretty face.
even shah alam is feeling the same way as i am. it's been raining since 2pm and the sky is dark. it's like all the happiness had been sucked out today. yeay, i might laugh and smile. but deep down when i'm sitting in my own partition the good mood gone. puff. leave me hanging with the misery of designing. i guess the evil is here. right in my cubicle. on my chair where i sit and writing this silly thing. silly. stupid. yeah. everything seems either retarded or just simply to gay to function.
i need food. chocolate. sweet treats. good, scrumptious, delicious food. anything would do. the sad thing is when i unzip my purse all i can see is....nothing... where the hell is your money alia nasharuddin??!
*sigh*. i got no money and i have no guts to ask ayah for some. he's in a middle of money crisis and my little crazy-emotional-b*tch moment is not worth the call. duhh.
silly alia is silly.
p/s: i hate pms. go die.
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