So long job.

Dear Bloggie,

hi!

How are you?

hihi.


yesterday i got a call from that amoi that i work with.

and i told her i quit.

i don't think i'm in any condition to work anytime soon.

since this IS my last week working. (have i told u this before?)

better i just quit and save her some trouble.

its the least i can do.

=)


just to end everything about work.

here's my last piece of words i've done at work.

Despair, desperation, depression.
obsession of impression provokes fascination.
frantically drastic to be realistic as plastic,
lack of action forces the whole to breed fractions.
an act of movement hits predicament is imminent.
the idea of liberty is freely greet,
causing annoyance without the absence of disturbance.

A blissful knock on the door of fury.
really,
merely,
a brass perhaps i'll use to harass.
maybe a steel to grind my meal.
my gentle advice,
will break the ice.

X marks the start,
my actions comes from my heart,
my decision of passion,
a lifelong term of dedication,
this little action is my mission,
to educate the plastic, that fraction

how pretending can cause his destruction.

just like sonnet 18, this is dedicated to a gay.

ehh.

i mean a guy.

but he looks gay.

(fuck u guys. i am straight u dumbsackofhairyballs)


oh u fucken poseur.








anyways bloggie.

i still haven't give that amoi my punchcard and nametag.

which means my salary AND 20 bucks is still hanging loose.

haih.

i need cash badly nowadays.

lets go rob a bank or something?

that should be the highlight of our lives.

before jail of course.

haha

c ya later.
miss ya bloggie.
=)