ass in the word "embarassed"

this morning, while discussing with a prospect tenant, my phone rang. 03-something...man, that was the credit card guy. damn!! after cleaning my throat in a very natural, unnoticeable manner...before that bugger on the other end could utter a word, quickly and firmly i said, "hello, i'm having a discussion. can i call you back later?"..."tooot!". hung up.

i don't really care about my current situation. i'm a freakin slacker. why the hell should i let myself be bothered with things like that? *sigh* ok, i lied. again.

this is like waking up on the first monday morning in January thinking "hey, one of these days, i'm gonna quit smoking and i'll get myself a nice, sweet, health-conscious (who could kill a smoker like me for free just for smoking in public) kind of girl to be my soul-mate" then after a while, you decided "fuck it, i really need to smoke now!" hopeless, fickle-minded asshole! i hate that feeling of inconsistency in my habits.

every afternoon, around 4pm onwards, city of Johore Bahru will imitate the industrial land of Glasgow. sad, gloomy sky + heavy downpour. let's find a park filled with willow trees swaying to the wind. let's listen to the dripping sound of rain on the tin roof. it's a celebration. a celebration of sounds. sounds of nature. soundscape. will i be sound asleep tonight? (where's my smashing pumpkins' CD?)....vamonos!