my double n

so my boss have been working me to death

its like, a punishment for going away for 10 days, a brutal test before i can prove mysef worthy to jump on the plane and meet my sister in dear old london

owh? haven’t i told you? i’m going to london on thursday, a little get away trip i plan for myself for slaving away like a robot for the 6 months, for those unshed tears that i have to hold back everytime the secretary slams the phone on me and just because MAS was having a good deal on its plane ticket

but no, i’m sorry you may not ‘pesan’ anything through me..because i simply don’t do that, uness your name has a bt/bin zakaria somewhere in your name (and somehow you are related to moi) or i find something nice to get you personally, i will not entertain such request, because i dont do it myself to other people..haha

sorry about that but i’m feeling cranky..i was planning to take two hours off tomorrow to run errands but somehow got roped into organizing a meeting that has no relation to my workstream what so ever

such a bummer

see you in london!