Because When You're Happy, You're Smiling

I am not really happy actually to be exact. Just an earthy feeling that lurching inside my stomach (and snares the ability to breathe perfectly) because that feeling keeps me unsafe and unsound. Well what does that supposed to mean? I JUST DON'T KNOW.

I hate my job. As an engineer I have less time to communicate with my loved ones (tho I don't have any) and I don't really have time to linger with my PC, watching the moronic Paris and Nicole in The Simple Life Interns, cook my lovely pasta, wash my own clothes (I hate laundry), lay back on my couch and cuddle my Pony.. everything just not the thing that i really wanted. But who the fuck cares, I got paid well.

I would love to be an artist tho. I can draw simple things and turn those things into marvelous and gorgeous arts. Some might think that it sounds stupid (like coloring the egg's shell sorta thing) but let me say this again, fuck off because you have nothing to do with me. Harsh eh? Life is colored with the words I say. So be it. Hihi.

A girl will always be a girl. Face that.

Regards,
Zubaidah Arshad

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Anonymous said…
salam..

i'm irzan aka mirul aka amirul.

i had moved actually and the comment u posted was at my old blog.

thanks for visiting and i wish you a nice day :)
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