.im the supergirl.

Monday, 7 April 2008

aggravated

first the train was so freaking packed, and then the lrt train was even more packed. was sitting down but this idiot standing next to my seat was soooo close to the seat that her big white bag was pressing down onto my left arm. it was as if she had to feeling through the bag whatsoever. when i looked at her, possibly on the verge of punching her fugly face already, she looked up from her msging and gave me a what-you-looking-at kinda bitch face. lucky for her, she moved away from me just that instant. if not..... even i dont wanna imagine.

reached my stop and then went to get dinner, thinking that since i get to eat, i should feel happier. and who knows, i walked out of the food court and there was this bike moving out onto the road. and guess what, it was that guy who deserted our friendship, blocked me in msn, deleted me from friendster and possibly made his profile private cos of a fucking bitch. a bitch who was too afraid that id snatch her precious boyfriend away, that she made her boyfriend do all these things. and please, if it wasnt for me not wanting to try us out, she would never have had this chance even. and who cares how much you love your freaking girlfriend when you dont even respect friendship. heres to you, go fuck yourself, you loser.

and then when i thought my day was already quite bad, i went to the atm to check if the girl now working at my previous internship company, has transferred me the petty cash the company owed me yet. yes, the money from like what, two months ago? i repeatedly messaged her umpteens times these past two months and she kept promising that she'd do it the night itself. this night that night and that other night. how many nights man! kept giving me the excuse that shes VERY busy. cmon, you mean you dont have to go to the atm? you have a note printing machine at home that prints out cash when you need it to EAT, DRINK, TRANSPORT, OR EVEN SHIT? cant believe how much heart or effort someone puts in when they promised to do something. and then i even messaged her couple nights ago, with my account number as well, when she mass-messaged people to inform us that shes changed her number. and yes, no replies. so after i checked, i messaged her yet again.

and when i thought my day was already fucking hell, i walked past a mother who was scolding her son, who was in lower primary, judging from his school uniform and build. apparently the son hit her playfully for a couple of times. and she hit him back like she was pounding on him. and from her mouth were the words, "HIT ME LA, HIT ME SOME MORE LA!" and then she repeatedly hits him. and the poor kid was weeping. if the mum hadnt stopped, i would have walked over and fucked with her. come on man, you think you'd get away with having sex with your husband? and while having the time of your life, indulging in that pleasure you'd probably rarely get, you accidentally bore this poor kid and decided to torture him? i fucking hate parents who abuse their kids. so yes please, go fuck yourself as well.

what a horrid way to the end of a tiring day at work.

i know this entry consists of many "f-u-c-k"s, but im so so annoyed that i cant think of any other better superlatives or bombastic vocabs to put to good use. just like baby says, life sucks. ha.

but then again, you could point your middle finger at me and id just tell you to stuff that finger somewhere else.

i know. rude post. but i dont give a shit. =)

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