Take off your shoes, please.

The D.Va

Lurver's coming back.

He's coming back.

HE'S COMING BACK!


Hush,hush.

Lotza Lurrrve,
.AinZulkifni.

Ok, ok. So da whole town is buzzing with da news of da 1st H1N1 case here.

Wads da big deal, again?

Chill, people. Chill.

Lurver and I got into an argument cuz of this swine flu epidemic.

Yeah. Arguing over swine flu. Dumb. I know. But da thing was, it really annoyed me.

=.=


Dumb-dilly-dilly.

Lotza Lurrrve,
.AinZulkifni.

Was chatting with a primary school mate. And she said she met an old school mate of ours da other day.

It was Fadzli.

She said, "I saw your big time crush yesterday, Fadzli. He told me he works as a bouncer now, and he introduces himself as Ayie. And then, he was like saying dat he'd lurve to meet all ex-TVPS peeps.. ESPECIALLY YOU."

I said, "Ewwwwwwwwwwwww. Dats GROSSNESSSSSSSSSSSSS. EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW."

I pretty much puked blood and shit right after she told me dat.

I still remember this Fadzli guy. In primary four, he actually told da whole Malay class, including my teacher, Mr Herman, dat he would want to marry me when we grow up. I was like... EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!

Props to him for being bold. But... EWWWWWWWWW!

It's gross. Utter grossness. I'm serious.


Eww.

Lotza Lurrrve,
.AinZulkifni.

I think lurver should stop making me talk, or sing, in Pikachu's voice, and have a very, very good laugh.

Meanie.


Laugh. Laugh. Laugh.

Lotza Lurrrve,
.AinZulkifni.

Sometimes I wonder why I'm in a relationship. When I know, dat eventually, I'm not gonna get married.

I wonder, and wonder.


I feel dumb.

Lotza Lurrrve,
.AinZulkifni.

It's exactly SIX years since he left us.

I still miss you, Embah.


I Miss You.

Lotza Lurrrve,
.AinZulkifni.

Mr BF said, "I wanna cut you up with fork & knife. Eat you with a spoon."

He's into cannibalism.

ahah...


FatSumo.

Lotza Lurrrve,
.AinZulkifni.

Workplace is nice.

Work scope is great.

Working hours are syiok.

And I'm gonna work my ass of.


My Funny Valentine.

Lotza Lurrrve,
.AinZulkifni.

Alhamdulilah.

I've got a job with a media company, Immedius, as a Media Sales Executive.

I'm just so thankful. Relieved. Happy. It's all jumbled up.

Gawd.

Alhamdulilah.


Thankful.

Lotza Lurrrve,
.AinZulkifni.

Hello.

I need to curb my hunger pangs.

Thank you.

Anyways, don't you think that marriage is the root of all problem?

Don't you?

DON'T YOU?


Be happy.

Lotza Lurrrve,
.AinZulkifni.

I'll be attending a Career Briefing talk tomorrow.

11 in da morning. And it's gonna end at 1.30pm.

I hate morning talks.

SERIOUSLY.

I feel bad not getting mum anything for Mother's Day. I'm so broke. Like so BROKE.


Happy Mother's Day.

Lotza Lurrrve,
.AinZulkifni.

PERIOD. PERIOD. PERIOD.

Alhamdulilah.


Smile now.

Lotza Lurrrve,
.AinZulkifni.

Curves are back.

It's sexy.

Yes, I know.

But I wanna be thinner.

I feel like a fucking loser.

Dad's retrenched. I'm looking for a job. Like fucking desperate for a job.

There's loads of bills to take care of.

And we're neither here, nor there.

I already hate da feeling of being an adult.

I NEED A FUCKING JOB.


Gimme some money making job.

Lotza Lurrrve,
.AinZulkifni.

Hear The Journalists Scream.

The Scandal Hunters.

The Past Which Moulds The Present.

I Am The Only D.va Around.