there are too many times when words are just not enough to express the stream of feelings. perhaps, i'm the one with too much of this emotions for my own good. i know. but i can't help but feel that i'm running on all these hormones and tears. seriously. so emo. such a girl. so annoying.
mummypanda's leaving for moscow tomorrow. separation anxiety kicking in real hard. i feel like when i was back in kindergarten, holding on the mummybunny's clothings - reluctant to be left alone. i absolutely detest this feeling - having to say bye to someone so close. i dunno. i hate this separation anxiety thing.
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meanwhile, try as i might. i got le panda's arrival date off - post call off to be exact. so it's pretty much a half a day thing. and had to work for another week till i get a day off to see him again. fml fml fml. just when i tot the hurdles are over, just being back in malaysia doesn't mean we are 'together together'. hence my love our time and freedom back in moscowland. now that's what freedom means. minus the salary. seriously. life never fails to throw jokes at us huh.
HOW I WANNA STOMP MY FEET TO PROTEST.
why do i get this feeling that no one cares i haven't seen my bf for a year why why why. you know why? cos -
REALLY NO ONE GIVES A FUCK.
sigh.
WHY DO WE NEED TO WORK. WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY.
(doesn't help that some supposedly grown up seniors have to act like whiney bitches - complaining about first hand experiences and all about colleagues who doesn't help each other out when we're all stuck in the same rut - BUT takes an hour ++ for prayers sessions - now THAT we must tolerate and understand and be considerate. DAFUQ? of course, it's not any religion that i'm attacking, i mean,, pls la, give and take some la for fucks sake. seriously tak tahan some of the guys' working ethics here RAWRRRRRR when am i going to end this fucked up dept)
Coming back to my point. RAWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR can i like take the whole fucking year off to spend time not doing anything. seriously. what is wrong w me. why do i feel like resorting to becoming a siu lai lai's life. fml fml fml.
RAWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
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