I was trying to think of something nice to blog about since its my 100th post. Maybe a boring questionnaire. Or 100 random thoughts. Or 100 things I would like to do before I burn in hell. Or a reflection on my past. Or.. Yea, you got the idea.
But I suppose nothing beats the fact that I have COMPLETED MY FINAL PAPER YESTERDAY and I'm out of Nilai, after two and a half fregging years. No seriously, the place isn't that bad considering the fact that there is (and I quote Hafiz) "an island bar, hot Brazilian cleaners and an Olympic size pool". You do the math!
But I suppose nothing beats the fact that I have COMPLETED MY FINAL PAPER YESTERDAY and I'm out of Nilai, after two and a half fregging years. No seriously, the place isn't that bad considering the fact that there is (and I quote Hafiz) "an island bar, hot Brazilian cleaners and an Olympic size pool". You do the math!
Right now, I'm just going to be an uber lazy person. The television on my left while my lappie on my right (and I'm still addicted to Scrabble till this very day) with food within arm's reach. All I need is my man and massage sessions! He's pretty good at it, in case he's retrenched - which I doubt he would be - he can indeed work as a masseur to earn a living. I'm just kidding baby! You AIN'T touching anyone besides me, even if your services are only for men.
And to top that good news, he got a job interview with Nestle. Long live Milo! I get to make my instant diabetic Milo drink every morning without worrying that I'll run outta Milo powder, that is if he gets the job but I'm effing sure he'll nail that interview. I'm so proud of you baby! No more Hospital (not that I have anything against it)!
Owhh, and also, he twisted his ankle AGAIN while playing futsal. His timing is always perfect. Seriously, I'll be going down to BP this weekend and I doubt there's much we could do considering his condition right now. I feel bad for the disabled (I was actually referring to YOU, baby). Also, about 2 years ago he was hospitalized cause of his ankle and cause of that he missed the Street Party in Nilai (which I was looking forward to party with him). Okay, don't even ask why I remembered it.
Jeezee, it seems like the 100th post is more bout him than me. Oh well, whatever belongs to him belongs to me too, whatever belongs to me belongs to ME ONLY. Sue me.
Till then, Long Live Milo!
xoxo, -carmen-
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