Friday, March 30, 2007

a saturday at work. really can die. my arms feel so weak, my eye lids are suddenly so much heavier, my breath is little. i can hardly feel myself. i want to sleeeeeeeeeppppppppp................................... how man, how can i stay awake? i cant drink coffee or milo and i dont wanna drink tea. can someone pinch me, slap me and kick me. i really want to sleep. very very tired. if only we can come work at 12 on a saturday. sian.

later going to meet dada, donno where, but will be going home first to get his camera. was charging it last night so forgot to bring. stupid dumb retarded. wah die, more over i have nothing to do now, give me another 15mins and i will just knock off on my little tigger.

speaking of tigger, that reminds me of something. ytd there was a brutal assault in the office. i was in the command and control round checking the location of the vessel. when i stepped out of the office, i almost screamed my lungs out. my poor little tigger was lying there, DEAD, on the floor. who would be so cruel to do that!!!! heartless bastards. was actually quite mad but didnt show it. not to nice of me to do that but it wasnt too NICE of them to do that to my tigger too. morons. i dont know which barbaric murderer would have the heart to offend my poor little tigger. right now my baby tigger's corpse is lying still on my desk. i am showering it with all my love and warmth, hopefully it will bounce alive again.

ok, im bored at work. my little lamb is sitting on my monitor starring behind me. it always does that. kinda freaking sometimes. i wonder is she looking at my imaginery friend? if she is that means im not the only weirdo around. my little lamb is a weirdo too as she can see my imaginery friend. yes, i really wish my little lamb will come alive to play with me too. how cute and fun would that be to squeeze and hug a little woolie lamb. which is alive.

ok enough rubbish im going for breakfast. munch munch.

Cries of attitudelamb at 5:12 PM