A hijabster's style

I love reading about the Olympics athletes. It's amazing how much obstacles they've overcome to be where they are right now (like that South Korean blind archer). And it's amazing to know that many of them are self-entitled pricks who think the gold medals should come to them naturally instead of them actually making an effort to win one (case in point- Mark Cavendish), and well, you know which type of articles captured my interest more.

Give me all the dirts, boyo!

Anyway, I don't watch much Olympics except errr....when they show hot guys like most Italian athletes (info of the day: the female ping pong player from Italy is Chinese) and errr...when they show hot girls like the Netherlands hockey team. Seriously, check them out. If I were one of the volunteers, I would stalk them all the time. And the girls from Paraguay! Man I can't choose.

Wanted to write about my cooking abilities but I figured once I start, even Chef Wan pun tak boleh cari makan because I'm that good......at having delusions. Lagipun I'm so miffed the Illuminati conspiracy theorists didn't invite me to conspiracy-theorise with them about the opening ceremony.

I was sidelined :( so sad.

And after I squashed the idea of writing about my cooking abilities, I thought of writing about the situation at work but haih, everything is topsy-turvy right now. The situation is going worse, and I don't know how much I can stand this. Might as well hand in my resignation letter before the 2 akaks come back from their maternity leave. And I'll just stop at that. I'm sure everyone is getting bored by now because all I do is whine and bitch and whine and bitch.

Okay, I'll stop now.

And let's see how many hits I'll get with that title.