Ok. I'll try avoiding that boring talk of a certain D. If I saw another D, I'll give him that keychain, just for fun. Not the D I always talked about.

Bummer.

Bump.
Bump.
Bumpzzz!

Ok. Close to 2 weeks, I haven't been updating any shit because, what the feck. My life doesn't consist of anything funny or annoyingly interesting. But who cares. I live a boring life and that's just so enjoyable!

Cheebye, really.

Once a person told me, I forgotten which breathing soul or rotting corpse told me but (s)he said this.
Life is all about gambling. Go for it and risk a win or a lose. Don't risk it and you won't win nor lose but you won't feel the thrill.

Hella, homo. I feel like a philosopher. Good grief. I need to go fix my mentality, read bad. So, what's hawt and hitting...

Just so I got affected, I just realised I'm surrounded by China Germs. FUCK!

David.
Polo.
Rocky.
Yang.
Sarah.
Rita.

Anymore? Jesus. This list is getting longer and longer. Not that I mean it in a bad way but what the hell! Stress.

Guess what. Here comes the Holaphinos!

Marilyn.
Sheryl.
Florence.
Erwin.
Cherry.
Edith.

Aw, come on. Fuck this. No locals? Jeebies. We need to start importing Eurasians as well! To make the company look good. FFS. Totally making me look like a dumbfuck without any local friends. I have to start importing some now. That would SO make me a SUPERSTAR!!

I'm still a homo sapien. Not homo lesbian.

Now, to wrap up that totally random entry and totally random bullshit, here's the new hot news.

I tried to be stupidsmart and find that Long John Silver's Batter Competition poster and realised it'll never be out because, wtf, it's inter-thing. Not outer-thing. 100% score on the smart-mark point.

Upcoming Inter Battermix Competition. All hail to the shop who wins because, whatthefuckisinmypants, there's money involved!

Details.

Champion: Errrr...
1st Runner-Up: ERRRRRr.......
2nd Runner-Up: Damn, what was it....
4th & 5th: I misplaced my mind somewhere in the dumpster between my work place and my home....

I forgot. But who cares. There's MONEY involved! Verdict? We've got to win, right? I'm hungry for money, really.

Pros: It's really easy to just follow the procedures but fuck, I don't follow everything.
Cons: I really have this relationship problems with my colleagues.

Question: How the hell do I teach them or make them listen when they refuse to listen or forget easily or never bloody fucking put in any effort?

Answer: Simple. Get into an accident and hopefully fall into a comatose and wake up on 1st April and go...

BOO! APRIL FOOLS', RETARDS!

My, my, isn't easy if it were like that. Doubt it. I really must trust myself and talk to my managers about it. Because hell, MONEY. Makes the world go around.

Sigh. Screw it. Never mind. I feel like my rant today is full of poppycock and just more rubbish. Eh well, sorry 'ta stain yer, mate. Laters, Claisavard.