So you SEEEEEEE!!!!!

I woke up today and knew, “Fuck. Today will suck.”

1.) Stayed up the night before doing absolutely nothing useful at all

2.) Woke up at seven40 and even my toenails knew that we would be late.

3.) Called Farand in hopes of sharing cab. Fucker wasn’t going IDM.

4.) Took a cab at eight45. Wanted to rescue Selene, too late.

5.) Wanted a cold tomato sandwich. NO HAVE. Ate vomit mashed egg with soggy brown-at-the-edges-cabbage sandwich.

Good thing print was interesting. I’m not being sarcastic.

Then had to go take hype to distribute. KNN. Kay kiang. Was all prepared to bring it to some far end in school so went up all gung-ho. Then was told that we had to go out of school.

Germaine was as usual disgruntled and understandably so because how in the blue hell do you expect her to carry 50 heavy magazines and ride a bike?!

ANYHOO, we went down to conty to listen to Selene sound like a hamster. Was then asked to go back to the Trimedia office with my 50 magazines.

This is where the blog entry starts proper. Farand (being the “man” that he is), insisted on carrying the magazines. Selene was being insane and helpful. Hee.

And Farand conceptualised the cover for (cross fingers) hype. Hee.

Eva said that the magazines (250 magazines) had to go to 77^th Street’s main office instead.

So the two of them decided to be so nice and nice. Farand carried the magazines, even though the cardboard gave him a rash. Selene stuffed so many magazines in her bag that she had to put her own things in the tattered box. Then Selene and I embarked on our little adventure. HEE HEE.

What to do without my children?

How not to be thankful? No need tomato sandwich already.

PS: Nad named a black cat in our school “Fishball” because the balls of that cat is made of fish. And I apparently talk like an orang utan. God only knows how Nad is so familiar with the language of orang utans.

APS: Farand believes that fishballs and fishcakes are different things.