I’m so tired right now.
Came home after work, shower quickly and head over to mamak for Liverpool VS Manchester United’s football match.
Such a disappointing match. Man Utd lose to Liverpool, 2-0. ):

I’ve been awake since 9 in the morning, went to work and all until now which is almost 3am.
Such a long long day.
At this very moment, I’m not feeling happy.
No, I don’t mean emo or sad, just not happy. I hope you get what I mean.

It’s somewhat bothering me and I dislike it sooooo much. Cant believe I trust that shit whole heartedly. Its like a dream, it happened so fast. ):

You know what. I hate people like you.
Cakap saja pandai. When it comes to doing what you said, its fail.com.my. wtf! ..!..

It sounded quite convincing at first.
…and then I start doubting it.

I know it is never as easy as that.
Your excuse, seems like a really great one.
I didn’t give it much thought until recently and I realise, that’s quite a lame excuse.
Very lame, in fact.
I’m not THAT stupid to not know roughly what’s going on. I do know.

And thanks for the harsh words of yours, it helps a lot indeed.
I know you don’t understand.
You don’t understand what it feels like. Especially, you don’t understand me.
It’s normal for you to not understand me, not like you’ve been through all the hell I’ve been through.
Even if you don’t understand, doesn’t mean you have to come out with words that hurt. Do you?

Please do have some empathy. I’m not quite bless like you are.
I didn’t wanna act like this either and if you haven’t notice already, you’re the one who put me into this.
Sort of.

No one did shits to you just yet, till then you’ll want others to have some empathy too.
I find it hard to talk to you. I don’t want to talk to you anymore.
Because I can never trust what you said from now on.

i’m here to announce that i seriously HATE monday 8am class!
i hate all 8am classes.
i HATE to wake up early in the morning and go to class.
HATE HATE HATE!!!

man! i want to cry already.
i cannot start up my cpu!!!!!!!!!!!!
damn paranoid can.
my friend said its either power supply or motherboard that has gone cuckoo.
if its power supply, then i’m relieve.
if its not!!! i need to get a new computer he said.
wtf!!!!!!! T____________T
i don’t want a new computer or rather, i’ve got no money to get a new computer.
all my stuff that is inside my computer, omfg. i cannot manage to loss it.
so please mamamia, bless my motherboard. wtf.

i hate this seriously.
whenever i’m broke, i’ll definitely lost my stuff like my damn IC or my stuff will get spoil.
i plan to blog bout Zouk today but now what……my pictures are all in that damn computer. ):
fml, damn it!!!
fml fml fml fml fml fml fml…………………. T_________T

There’s this one particular thing that never fail to get on my nerves and ruin my early morning. Or almost never.
Of course by saying early morning, that is if I manage to wake up and move my bloody ass to college for class.

Right, back to that one particular thing or more like, human being.
Taxi drivers.

Yes, the poor girl here needs to take cab to college unless there’s some saint or one saint to be exact which is Wong Ee Cheeng, is willing to fetch me to college.
She cant fetch me every time now, can she?
So I’m back to taxi drivers again, or another solution which is to walk.
Walking to college from my house early in the morning under the hot sun doesn’t sound to appealing to me.

Yes, so hola there taxi drivers.
I walked over to Leisure Mall and take a cab from there because its cheaper this way.
The normal rate will be Rm3. Fair enough.
And then there’s some greedy dickhead who tries to cheat my money by adjusting the meter or whatever shit it is.
My reaction sitting at the passenger seat behind? Silent rage.
From Rm3 to Rm4!! Man, I know its only Rm1 but it is not only about monetary value, it is about me being cheated!
I looked at the meter, moving so fast as though there’s a tiger chasing after it from behind.
Gosh, I just hate it every time taxi drivers do that to me. I don’t care if its only Rm1 or not, I just hate it.
Don’t fucking tell me you need to do that for a living. I believe without cheating my Rm1, you still can survive and wont starve to death, god damn it.

Not the first time I encounter shitty taxi drivers, in fact I lose count. Umpteenth times it is.
Yes, I’m rambling here about how much I hate taxi drivers who forced me to pay that extra Rm1.
Anyway, don’t get me wrong. Not all taxi drivers are dickheads, there are some really nice ones.
But to whoever that cheated my money or is bound to cheat my money even if its fucking Rm1, to hell you shall go.
I have no mercy for that, I curse you.

Alright, its nap time.

What’s with the weather?
Its crazeeeee, extremely hot.
Is something burning outside? I keep smelling smoke.

I went for tattoo touch up today.
My tattoo artist isn’t in the shop, so someone else did the touch up for me.
Well, he sort of like refuse to do it at first. Telling me that my tattoo is dark enough and all sorts.
I don’t care if its dark enough or what, I WANT to touch up.
Its dark enough for him, but I want it to be darker. Pfft…
Since he feel so reluctant, I just leave it. He only did the touch up for the tattoo on my wrist.
Well well well, I’m still gonna go back and do the touch up for the one behind my neck.
Someday when my friend is going over for touch up, I’ll tag along.

I feel nervous. Probably it’s because I know that tattooing on my wrist is a hell lot of pain. :X
Outline is a lot more pain than colouring and the tattoo on my wrist is obviously all outline, so he needs to go over the tattoo again.
It was pain, really. A lot more pain and red than the first time, no idea why. Holy mama, ouch!!

One more week, one more week baby. (:
Eh! I wanna go for a movie date, like seriously. I want to watch moviesssss.

I think this is one of the laziest moment in my life. :X
I’m lazy to step out of the house. Me! Not wanting to go out is somehow like a miracle.
Not only feeling lazy to go out for yam chas and what not, I even feel lazy going to club. o.O’
Again, me! Not wanting to go to club??? Double miracle, lol.
There’s already a few invitations but I cant, I’m sooooooooooo lazy.
You know, have to put on make up, bla bla bla… Woah, super lazy can. Stay at home better, lol.
But I’m going to Poppy next Friday for our Cheras Clan buddy’s birthday. That’s like a compulsory, have to go.

I gotta go search for food again.
Shit! My tummy is sooooooo big, it looks as though I’m pregnant. Sorry, exaggerate a little but still…….. you won’t want to see it. :X
Ah, I better get going. My brother is rushing me……..
Adios.

Are you rich? How does one exactly define rich?
I’m not rich, definitely. But people always give me that ‘yah-right’ kind of look when I told them that I do not have money.
I don’t know what makes them think that I actually have the money. To be frank, my damn account is left with Rm400 and I’m gonna go into money crisis once again very soon.

Yes, my family used to be somewhat rich but not anymore when dad is gone. Not really THAT rich, but the normal kind of rich where my dad and mom still afford to use branded stuff like LV and what not.

I once said this to my brother, how nice it is if dad is still here because I’ll have the chance to get license and he’ll buy me a car. What is better is that I’ll get to go overseas and pursue my studies, my dream and hope of becoming a fashion designer. Or at the minimum, I’ll get to have the pink Sony Vaio that I’ve been eyeing on forever.
My brother replied, ‘How sure are you that dad will be this rich after so many years? A lot of things are unpredictable. You’re rich today doesn’t mean you’re rich tomorrow.’
It shocked me. What he said was indeed very true, why didn’t I thought of that.

I’ve seen some really rich people, I’ve got a few really rich friends. How rich?
Some are daughters and sons of a very well known brand, very rich. Some has got a cupboard full of Gucci, LV, and what not. Some to the extend where they sometimes spend around Rm20k a month. That is friggin’ rich if you ask me.
But these are nice people to be friends with because they are really humble people.
You know, I’ve always have this thing going inside of me where I’m afraid and kind of dislike to mix with really rich people because I’m afraid they might look down on me. Really, I feel very very insecure.
But these people are just too nice to let me feel this way, they are great friends. Rich but humble. (:

And then, the interesting part. I’ve seen some rich people but not as rich as the above if were to compare, keep boasting about themselves until the extend where you’ll get really speechless.
I understand. When you’re rich, you tend to show it off a little bit because you want people to know. The status, I really understand. Its human nature to show off, it gets to give you that extra bit of confidence.
Like if you’ve just bought a really nice shirt, you’ll want to wear it out to show it to your friends a little bit.
Of course, you don’t go around saying, ‘Look at my new shirt, I just bought it and I know it look so darn good on me. Gosh, I’m so handsome..’. I suppose that sentence will stun your friend a lot, lol.
I’m not sure if you’ve met this kind of people, but they can really go overboard and be so extreme. Like I just said, its not wrong to be confident and showing it off a little bit but when you say things like, ‘I can’t help being this rich..’, it can get on people’s nerve sometimes.

Well, you’re rich and you have the rights to boast about how rich you are. What rights you don’t have is to step and discriminate people who is less fortunate as you are, who is not as rich as you are. What more when the one who is rich is your parents and not you. Boasting about how rich you are is not a sin, but discriminating people this way is a sin.
Please, you don’t go around telling people how rich you are and asking people to back off and get lost when they are not as rich. No, don’t do that please.
I don’t get it why will one wanna look down on people who is not as rich as they are.

You know, you’re just boasting using your parents money. What is there to be proud of?
You don’t go around boasting about your ten Gucci bags that your parents bought for you. You should boast about it when in the future you use your hard earn money to buy that Prada bag.
Everyone is materialistic but materialistic doesn’t equals to bitchy. When you act this way, you’ve got no idea how people look at you and what they say behind your back. Truth to be told, you are humiliating yourself.

Money come and go, you’ll never know when. Don’t discriminate because you’ll never know when people will discriminate you back.
Goshes, grow up! Please, be good and nice to people.
“Do unto others as you would have others do unto you” and vice versa.

Oh boy, I’m so disappointed. ):
I spend my whole night watching Man Utd playing and they decide to play like shit. Wth..
I really don’t know whats up with these guys, they cant even pass the ball properly.
And omg, the ball possession… T____T

I went to Stevens Corner with the usual Man Utd kakis but it is sooooooo packed there, we decided to shift to somewhere else.
So we went to the mamak behind BRJ and I have to say this, there’s a few bunch of uncivilized retard shouting and screaming for NO reason.
Messi gets the ball, they scream.. Eto gets the ball, they scream.. Ronaldo falls down, they scream..
Jerit yang bukan bukan saja, tak belajar punya gila babi, wtf! Scream when someone scores a goal lah, don’t scream when there’s nothing much to scream about. Damn wtf!

And we decide to leave for good, when its half time. I went back home and continue watching the game until Messi scored another goal, that’s when I decide to off the damn TV and go to bed.
One of the worst football match I’ve ever watch and its a final, goddamnit. Its Champions league final. T______T
Sigh, I really watch in horror. Why oh why?

Last year’s match is a lot better, when Man Utd beat Chelsea and the penalty is so darn exciting.
Manchester United, I still love you but can you please don’t play like this next time?
By the way, these guys are coming to Malaysia.
God, I wanna goooooooooooooooooooo!