It's been kinda long since i've last blogged, and i really wished i was someone who is more consistent and hardworking when it comes to sitting down in front of the computer and type.

:( But sad to say, i'm not. Haha.

I rather not bitch about work or college. (Which, seriously is a major pain in the ass!!) I mean, what is there to bitch about? Work is the same shit everyday.

Wake up at 8, go to work at 9. Read the 10,000 emails and reply every single one of them. That would be around 10 AM. Drink a cup of coffee and take a puff. Call a couple of clients, get fucked by them, call the creatives, get fucked by them. After getting fucked by both side, the boss finds out i got fucked, then she'll fuck me even more, just for the fucks of it.

Then it's lunch time. I breathe in relief. But then, some stupid people don't even understand the meaning of LUNCH time. It means you have lunch. A meal. With your mouth. Do you know how fucking rude and irritating it is to call someone and harrass them when they're having their lunch. You try that.

2PM, i trudge gloomily back upstairs. Continue the fucking session till about 7PM, that's when everything will settle down. Have another cup of coffee. Take a long ciggie break. Start thinking about the fucking session for the next day. Go out for dinner with colleagues. That would be around 8-9PM. Continue slaving in the office till my brain tells me i HAVE to get home before it explodes. Which is usually around 1AM.

I go home, stone around for an hour or two before i finally drift into a wonderful slumber.

The story of my life.

No more excitement. No more drama. No more life.

That's it.

People say life begins when you hit 20. But why am i so different that my life ends when i'm 20?

This is rather painful. And depressing. And talking about depression, Valentine Day is coming. In like 2 days. And it's not like i'm depressed because i don't have a boyfriend to celebrate it with or something. It's just that i feel a little sad of all these lovey-dovey feeling in the air on that day. I mean, it's not a big deal. Get what i mean? I mean, it falls on a weekday. People have work, for goodness sake. And then it's like freaking expensive everywhere. It's so packed with people. I'm surprise McDonald's isn't charging people RM50 for a set meal.

But anyways, back to the depression part - i just feel a little...left out. I mean, what if from now on i'm going to have to celebrate Valentine Day by myself. Alone. That's a little pathetic right? I mean, even my parents went out to for a fancy romantic dinner last year. What did i do last year? Hmmm...oh yeah, i was watching a movie with a couple of friends. But i don't want to do that again this year. It's not that you ONLY have to celebrate Valentine Day with your partner, you can celebrate it with your friends and family as well. But...but...but!!!!!!!!

I don't want!~! There, i admit it. I admite it OKAY!!

I want to have this nice and sweet and romantic boyfriend who will take me out for this really nice meal, then we would go to a bar for a drink where he will surprise me with a really nice bouquet of dark red roses. And if time permits, he'll take me to a quiet and romantic place, where the both of us can be alone...like the beach.. and we walk barefoot on the sand, hands in hands under the bright starlights...

*sigh*

So romantic hor??

But here it is again, the time of the year where Cupid goes around town and shoot those freaking arrows everywhere and to everyone but me.

But it's okay. It's alright. I'll just slave around in the office like i always do and pretend Valentine Day never existed.

But maybe Cupid will REMEMBER me this year and shoot those freaking arrows at me. Who would i want to be my Valentine? Oh boy, i want Keith. He's cute, he's smart, he's funny, he's nice, he's charming, he's friendly and he's sooooo lovable. I can't stand it.