Florence got us a free night in G Hotel. We were grilled under the sun, danced in the pool, teased cute kids, played scrabbles, pizzas and ice cream all by the pool. One thing I detest is the fact that we are still in concrete jungle - you can basically see high rise buildings, multilevel car parks and smell the polluted air. You get the picture - ain't a perfect postcard holiday picture but we had fun. Monster sexy fun. The hotel room is of course cekap sleek, bright, modern and minimal - which I can't seem to sleep yet as its one in the morning now, don't ask me why. Perhaps I know that it is already Sunday and I am starting work this Monday - I mean kan neh time flies and is witness to all this - 3 weeks ago I was depressed, agitated frustrated with mixed emotions, worried that I couldn't get a job soon and of course other mental nonsensical issues and now I am no longer a jobless person. What a rollercoaster ride which I had deeply enjoyed tremendously.

I am in Coffee Island now - the most disastrous place ever. I wouldnt want to be caught dead here but my cousin wants to meet up here in Coffee Island. I tell you, this place on a weekday like today is as noisy, boisterous, not explicit but a hint of ah bengness and not my choice of alcohol really. I am amazed with my surroundings here, with a quick survey I can see someone is getting married because they are celebrating it, someone is pissed drunk, people are taking photos, I swear if I were to give birth right here right now no one will know because this place is too damn kan neh bising. So okie, I am waiting for my cousin now so I reckon I can blog now, so that I look buzy. Its like this, a few days back, the soya bean seller was trying to talk to me when I was buzy drinking, the next day in Segas while using my notebook, an ugly creature was trying to get my attention, today while deciding if I should buy sandwich or a pie in a bakery, an aunty was helping me to decide. DO I LOOK THAT OPEN or WELCOMING? Macibai, you guys tell me! Christine said I am approachable, I think I am more like fuckable. Cibai oo nyia. Anyone that feels lonely and depressed, I strongly advise you to patronize this Coffee Island, you will like your depression and loneliness like never before for sure. The tahap kebisingan here is louder than your sad fucked wasted thoughts in your head.

Cibai starting work next week............I should be really happy right? Because I was goddamn worried that I couldnt get a job, but now I have a career because I ALWAYS wanted to work in this line. Of course, I have to keong kan korban other things in order to like what I do. I am not sure if I will really like this job, give it try, if I dont I wont know right? But also there is this position in another line I am dying like DYING to do, hoping the company will hire me. Wish me luck babes.

It took me a long time to complete this puisi as when I first broke up, I had a love-hate relationship with this puisi, it was written with a lot of sadness, tears, anger and of course full of hatred and depression, I wanted so much to burn this puisi that meant so much to me yet build a cage that might not be visible but a true sorrowness that only if one has experienced it, will know.


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My interview was great and unexpected, created quite a stir in my pussy, well not like its wetting me but it was so refreshing and exciting this whole job idea thing that I am hoping to work for this company. Oh, the babes are taking me for a short trip. Can't wait to see you babes, trust me I am more excited to see all of you together than the destination itself. I will attempt on a longer entry next time. Ta!

I have an interview in LCCT tomorrow. Cibai. I mean this is not my first interview after being jobless for weeks but I am still a bit nervous. I just hope that I bloody get a job before August comes because as I experienced over the years, August has always been fantastic to me and I dont't want to fornicating fido August this year. Me and August we always create great history. Not porn-like history that's for sure. So I've been eating, sleeping, going for short trips basically doing nothing over the past few weeks. How blissful, how unproductive but I fucking like it. I am feeling it - this emancipation that I've been anticipating.

Since I am so jobless free, I've been checking Sarah Brightman's boobs. Don't ask me why of all things but at least I think her voice is bigger than her boobies. I don't care if I gross you out its just my porn-like humble opinion. Sometimes being jobless it will make you think and do strange things. Other than Sarah Brightman's boobies, I actually attended my cuntsin's wedding. Being jobless is cibai keong kan emotional, its like another side of me surfaces - I cried at her wedding. Because she looked so virgin angel like beautiful. And that I cannot look like that in my Wedding day, I feel so kesian my mother in law already. Dear dumb blog, I hope my jobless period disaster will go away soon, I cannot seem to tolerate this twisting dramatic cocklicking episode of my jobless life.

I need to find peace with everything. I always never try to understand the pendatang asing especially the Indians and Banglas - how they work and the way they fucking couldnt careless to communicate with you. I always never want to layan my dysfunctional family. I always never want to stop swearing and cursing your momma, your pappa, your sista, your brodda and your dog. Tell me someone, how do you define peace? Is it so cibai hard to have it this thing called peace?