Coffeeholic's Hour

Now you want to be free So I'm letting you fly. I ain't gonna cry, no And I won't beg you to stay If you're determined to leave I will not stand in your way.

Needs a haircut, long bob or just add some volume on current length. Get more heels, thongs, and some flats... basically it's just all about shoes. New lingerie. That makes me really happy. Join fitness club. But I only want to run on treadmill after working. So I am still looking for the best deal in town. Get some weekend booze. Morning jog before going to work. Exercise helps reduce stress, now you know how stressful my work can be. Healthy meals intake. Saving up for year-end holiday. Preferably an island trip. Should lure my cousins along! Learn to love my job. To love myself more. Less than 5, ten more laps for running and pay for all the October booze (NO WAY!). More than 5, nice dinner as reward. Fulamak I'm so frigging determined can!

Last night I went for a late-night movie with lousy cousin. The cinema was crowded with peeps like us, who got no idea where to spend their Raya hence all peeps ended up in cinema. Even lousy movies got a few seats left at its last screening time. Queue was freaking long and messy. We queued behind this huge Indian male. He was all alone. It's such a boredom to snail our moves there. We were kinda panicked when our desirable show got sold out, so we kept an eye on the screen from time to time. All of a sudden, I smelled poison gas. I then moved aside and hid behind cuzzie, whispered "Somebody's fucking farted in the queue!" She smelled it, showed me her vomiting face. After a while, I thought to myself, this Indian won't embarrass himself by farting twice. So we stood in parallel, just in case shit happened again. This parallel thingy was kinda nonsense. I had no idea how we thought this through. You guessed it right. He farted, twice. It was smellier. I couldn...