pluto

drugs is a substance that has a physiological effect when ingested or otherwise introduced into the body, in particular • a medicine, esp. a pharmaceutical preparation.

drugs as we all know it is illegal. wtf! cause all our medicines are in a way drugs. ok i am getting lame here. i am talking about marijuana, ecstasy, meth, cocaine and heroin. governments all around the world are trying to curb drugs. busting the dealers, confiscating their stash. what actually happens to the stash that they confiscated? do they actually throw it away or better well burned it? no they don't. they take and sell it back to the dealers. not the small mouse but the bigger rats. and they are busting every single soul taking it. and they say they are trying to clean our streets from it. come on... who are they kidding?

worst yet, why ban marijuana? amongst all the drugs around isn't marijuana a safer drug? it is a downer drug just like alcohol. it only makes people slower and at times stupid. big freaking deal. marijuana has less impact on ones brain cells than any other freaking drugs. it doesn't give one a brain cancer or rot ones teeth. guess what? it doesn't even make one hallucinate nor make one became aggressive.

and if you are a mary jane smoker you would be easily busted because they could detect the fucking thc. and the fuckers that are doing ecstasy gets away with it? they could at least make marijuana legal and illegal at the same time. guess they won't be making much money after that. it's not like cocaine, heroin nor meth whereby you either snort it or inject it to your damn veins. and besides weed is natural not chemically produced. hell, marijuana is even safer than fucking cigarettes.

blues

my flight to bali was scheduled to leave kl at 10.55 am. and by lunchtime we would be in bali and checked in to our room. i would have enjoyed the fresh smell of the clean white sheets on the bed, the soft pillows, the robes and the view (if they had any). i could have enjoyed the getaway at the beach for awhile. coming back with a tan. not like i really need one. i could be sipping cocktails by the poolside with a book, going shopping, to feel the sands between my toes but instead i am here. sigh. when everything one have planned and saved, and somehow somethings would come in the way and washes all the hopes and dreams. that's exactly what happened to me. i have the time, but i am poor at this point of time. goddammit.

it was shahir's birthday last friday. we had a small party for him at my place. unfortunately, the guests that came were not his friends but mostly del's cousins. poor ol' shahir.. but at least i managed to get the things he wanted to do like smoke shisha and... even though he was the birthday boy, he was the charcoal guy too. and after all the party we went to watch team america! we feel asleep in the middle of the movie while del continued watching it.

as usual tumpang glamour on others

saturday was very much a lazy day. we went to ttdi plaza. it has been awhile for us hanging out with the guys. it was felt good in a way meeting up with close friends that we haven't seen in months but seems like ages.

hmmm

it seems as if time is ssssllloooowwwllllyyy passing by. i have no idea why. but everytime i looked at the clock it only moved the max was 15 minutes. sigh.. maybe because i didn't go out for lunch today. hmmm...

it's not that i was free. i had a quite a few things to do and yet it feels as if time is at it's stand still point. moving as slow as it could. trying to torture my mind thinking oh my goodness, i have to be in the office till dunno what time. till humpty dumpty picks me up to buka puasa. it's such a torture. i really need to get out of the office at 6. oh ya i forgot it's the puasa month. all the poor souls rushing to their food destination. it's not an easy task. traffic is a killer, i think. and everyday i am going home about 8 plus. hoping to beat the jam. no idea why i have to stay that late for.

i bet the night would pass by in a flash making me to think what the hell just happen. oh well. what to do. i am bored. everyone has left me. sob sob... thank goodness ashley will be back tomorrow. yippie. ok....ok. it's not like i am dying of boredom. the bright side i have bert, alex and ben. :p

who died and made you boss

i am a woman with little patience. it does not take much to irritate me. i have never met anyone in my life like TRIPLE B (a nickname i thought of). but i guess in life there's one like him everywhere you turn. for a big man, he has a short man's syndrome. it's not surprising for me that he had that syndrome la. he seems like a very insecure person, lack of sex could be the answer. i like him but at the same time i don't. i have no emotions for him, none what-so-ever. i could care less.

i thought maybe i was the one with the problem i had with him. so time and time again i gave him the benefit of doubts. and all the time he has proven to me as a person that he's just a triple b. in fact i've written a long long post and published it up but i've decided to change it. i don't really care if he actually knows that i am talking about him. i'll be glad if he did. my dilemma with him when we're doing one job. we didn't have much cash to be thrown around so we decided certain things.so we had to make do with what we have.

but being a TRIPLE B, he needed to make us grumpy at wee hours in the morning. fortunately for him, i was not there when all the dramas and commotion was going on. because i would have given him a piece of my mind. fucking short man syndrome. i only knew about the commotion when we reached the location. the drama was in a way about me and about the hierarchy. the irony of it all, i was not heated up with anger nor was i hurt. i was just upset because i knew where i stood in the hierarchy. so i've decided, that if he ever would wrongly cross my path that day then let us all pray cause all hell would break lose. my mind was working. working wonders for the possibility of what would i say when the time comes and all the answers and options that would back me up. so i had all the battle moves in my head. i was a mile ahead than he was. it was like a chess game in my head. i could read his every move and i knew his strategy.

the day went by fine, beside him yelling for certain things and made a fool of himself. and i tried to stay away from him whenever i could. i was not bitchy to him, i just had no emotions. but i did made some remarks around him and i made sure damn well that he could hear me. if he didn't get it then he must be empty up there. and when our shoot ended, the dilemma of sending triple b back. but i for one didn't want to be in the same van with him. so i called the other to come back to the location. i just didn't want to be infected by his short man syndrome.

working with idiots are hazardous.

it's approximately 5.45am on a friday morning. and yet, three musketeers jelly bean, bananarama and ms grumps are still in the pathetic slave driving hell hole. welcome to our life of nothingness and boredom. while awaiting for bananarama to finish editing her talents, ms grumps have played a game of jigsaw puzzle online, surfed friendster, facebook and nothing else to be surfed anymore. and as for jelly bean, she can't stop cleaning the office, as if she as a wriggly worm stuck up her bum.. :)

their internal meeting on friday is at 12.30pm. and they are still in the office. guess there won't be any sleep tonight for them. :s