WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITCHU?
i'm officially having a traumatising relationship with my laptop. it's been three days into this relationship, eversince it got upgraded to mac os x jaguar. my tech hero, i presume, is not in town right now. he was the one who upgraded its system fo me and now it's beginning to show what a cold hard bitch it can be. tak beterima kasih betol! i upgraded you, you maggoty piece of plastic shit. without me you're nothing! N.O.T.H.I.N.G! chee bai! maybe i should screw my tech hero over, too. the bloody photoshop7 he's convinced me to rip off is also not working. shithead!

continuing chapters of my fiction are gonna be up on my livejournal. so whoever wanna read it, it's there. fanfic ar. not a strokes one but star spangles. heh heh. coz i love JOOO-EEEY!!! me and null have termed 2003 the year of the Js. for me: julian casablancas, joey valentine and my all time favourite crush my boomin granny (no worries, his real name is a valid 'J' name). for null: i'd rather not disclose the names lar coz he's explicitly told me not to publicise them.

despite the laptop setback, i feel lucky today. coz null surprised me with an 'emergency' pack of smokes. yippee! tak sia sia kau adik aku eh null? later i gotta D.I.Y shah's sneaks coz she says she gotta go to skool in style this coming monday. bah! skool. can you believe da actually thought i've already picked out an outfit fo monday? dah giler eh? do i look like cher horowitz from clueless? HELL, NO! probably berms and a bachin T on monday coz i'm very sure i'm gonna wake up late.