damsel in distress.. After wasting my whole precious saturday yday trying to figure out a better layout for my bleddy resume, here i am on a Sunday morning, STILL trying to figure out how to work dis stupid Word shit. Apparently the 1st draft wasn't impressive enough to my brother-cum-eagle-eyed-scrutinizer-of-my-bleddy-resume-man. Well, trying to get him to help is no ez feat fyi...he's either gg out wif his gf, watching wrestling, on the fone wif his gf, eating, watching a movie, playg bball, suffering frm dizzy spells, breaking a nail, bathing his sweaty armpits or bz scratching his ear...not much time left for his poor baby sister if u r ermm...gd in ur arithmetics.

Juz s i tot things r s worse s it can get, my nanny appeared at my drstep in the indecent hrs of dis morning...(read: SUNDAY+MORNING=SUNDAY MORNING!!! DUh..) Being a nocturnal creature when the rest of the world seem to prefer being early birds is abt the huuuge-est form of cruelty EVER. After being startled awake by her bellows made possible by her ever-so powerful lungs (so powerful i cud hear her behind closed drs n in the midst of deep sleep...), i was left wif zero choice but to tear my forlorn body away frm my paradise i.e. Bed, at 10.15 AM, oni to b repayed by like a generation of killer lines. Some samples: "O! U finally woke up!", "Sleep until so good ah? Until I come u oso duno?" and "I tot u r going to sleep until tonight..." But Xcuse mi? I dun slp at 9 pm everynite n wake up at 6 am every morning u noe?! The numbers 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 on the clock r only meaningful to mi when it applies to the other half of the day okkk...If u tink i probly shd wake up earlier/sleep earlier/sleep lesser, then i regret (not..!) informing u...we can't b frenz anymore.

ARRrrrRR..!
  ¶ J poppycocked at 1:52:00 PM