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June 14th, 2005
12:22 pm
Fee Fi Fo Fum.
Here I am again, about to grace you people with yet another one of my rants. Apparently, I was told that the layout of this blog was 'emo' by my dear friend Xuan. Hell if I know what emo is.
Anyway, that is not the point of my current entry. I have now found a job as a florist in a place where I shall not reveal, as I can hear crazed laughter in the background, which most probably means that a select few of my rabid friends might pay a visit and proceed to burn down the flower shop.
Well, it's what I would've done, anyway. Glory to the wonder that is the lighter. Speaking of setting things on fire, I am currently working on a plan to burn those darned flyers that are making my life miserable right about now. For those wondering what those flyers are, it's that time of the year in school, where idiots who can't suppress the urge to go and join a student body in order to validate their otherwise meaningless existences post their mugs up for everyone to see and laugh. And mock. At.
It's just so annoying when those darned pieces of paper smack into your face when you're harmlessly walking past them, minding your own business. It's like those faces have a mind of their own, or something.
Hmm, or maybe I should just go on a caffeine-charged rampage and tear up everything, then deny it vehemently afterwards, like that time I practically inhaled four cold coffee cans and hailed the vending machine as a celestial being. Hmmm, that should work.
Heh, speaking of working, I was accosted by a bulldog of a saleswoman who wanted to sell me beauty products. Man, I really think she needs a good smack upside the head, because she's under the impression that I'm a Malaysian. Now, nothing anyone says can faze me much, unless it's telling me that I sound like a Malaysian, which personally, I find extremely offensive. No offence to Malaysians out there, but still. I mean, lady, just because I speak Mandarin weird doesn't mean I don't belong here. What part of me LOOKS Malaysian??!
Urgh.
Anyway, I buggered off outta there as soon as she finished glaring at me for not buying some beauty cream stuff. What I do with my face is my problem, foo.
Salespeople are crazy, I tell you.
All right, now that I have fulfilled my customary blog entry requirement, I shall now leave before I get any more mortified by the fact that my blog is degenerating to be like the millions of whiny, self-pitying, faux-philosophical blogs out there. Heaven forbid I should end up being a brainless twit trying to get sympathy for how sad my life is, like all the other teenybopper, secondary school blogs out there.
Inuyasha is calling my name, and I shall go. A dose of anime after a relatively lengthy entry is always the best medicine, I tell you.
Until next time,
Jas
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://www.caleida.com/img/mood/kaos2/okay.gif) okay
Current Music: Green Day--Boulevard of Broken Dreams
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Comments:
"Emo" is short for emotional. Like emo rock refers to rock songs about whiney stuff that's all the rage these days. These songs are okay but you know. Just "emo".
And yes, heaven forbid this become another faux-philosophical (casts an anxious glance at her own blog) and HEAVEN FORBID you become another one of those self-absorbed bitches that write about their own lives and people worship the ground she walks on for no apparent good reason. WTF?
Ok, now that I've got that out of my system, all who reads jas' blog, pls watch Batman Begins. It gets 5 thumbs up from me and jas. Yes, 5.
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| Date: | July 23rd, 2005 - 08:24 pm |
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Heyho...I ditto the last sentiment. And tht coffee is of a higher-power. lol...Junie here. |
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