13th November.
i'm home. sick & irritated. i love being at home, to cook for my dad. he makes me feel good about my cooking one. i've been at home since 11th November. it's not fun at all, when you're off work but you're really sick. it makes you have to stay home and not go anywhere. terrible.

friday.
i dont know whats gonna be on friday. i'm honestly not quite excited about it, not anymore. farhana joining only later. and i have to get up early in the morning for the interview at hilton hotel. sigh. i've planned this a week in advance. but i'm not as keen anymore. one missing company. i foresee silenct, boring, i have no idea what to do kinda outing. i'm already feeling the i dont have the mood for this, the moment farhana said, i'll join you guys later because i end at 9pm. what the fuck. that's as good as, forget about it. we'll do another when you're not so occupied. no dont ask, i am very angry.

on saturday.
i'm left with four weeks.
to my pay day again.
and you. hurrah!

fuck.
im very angry.
bye.