Sunday, September 13, 2009
1:47 AM
its been long since i last bitched slap someone.
and thats just what im gonna do now.
bitch no 1;
i hate you.
to the core.
i hate when ppl ask me questions about you.
and i hate ppl asking me those questions too.
if you dont wanna puase, your fucking problem.
you die, you answer to god.
and if for some reason you wanna know who and who and who puase,
call and ask for yourself in future. thanks.
stop all your membebelness at me.
why should i be the one who get all of that shit?
i had enough of you ppl shitting on me.
am i to hold such responsibilities?
you are the one who should have been dead.
life is so unfair at times.
bitch no 2;
stop asking me for money.
im not your fucking atm.
you've got a job.
so start saving your ass up.
i need the money to further upgrade myself in future.
why should i let you have half my pay?
grow up and live a life.
i have my own life to live too.
not that im being biase to bitch no 3,
but i dont feel like you deserve it. sorry.
bitch no 3;
i love you so much that im getting sick of it.
if it still doesnt work out, im gonna raise that white flag.
money, money, money.
i feel like all you want is money.
am i second to money?
or third or fourth? maybe even fifth.
if the only issue we're ever gonna talk about is bills and such,
we wont get to go too far.
thats a pity.
years we've been through, down the drain.
i would pay for your insurance to save your motor.
and i mean it. dengan ikhlas hati.
but you would rather use a motor that belongs to your few months old friend,
than the money of your 3 years gf.
i see where its going.
i see where i stand now.
i take the blame for everything.
e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g.
like its always my fault i dont have a place in mind to go.
and when i have, its already closed.
like what the fuck?
i knew i wont be able to make it in time.
i thought we were just gonna lepak thats why i went over.
so why pick me up at the traffic light?
and why do you have to blame me of shitty stuff that i have nothing to do with?
its not my fucking fault there is no lot for you to park at geylang.
and i dont normally go buy baju raye myself.
my mother does the shopping with me.
she's not here anymore, i dont have anyone to teman me.
i hate to do these things alone.
i hate it.
i HATE it.
why should i be crying?
crying all by myself all the time?
i had a wonderful day today.
met up with shawn, gavin and leonard for movie.
it was a fucking hilarious show.
and some retarded asshole's laughter kinda irritated me a little.
but it was still a funny movie.
i love you, beth cooper.
then i shopped with l while s and g went to the it fair @ suntec.
looked around for that charles and keith heels i fell head over heels with.
but then again, no size 34 available.
i was crushed.
i really3 love that pair of heels.
i want it so badly.
since i couldnt get that, i turned to the nautica polo tee.
but s said it was too expensive for a polo t.
so i decided to walk away.
i didnt get anything for myself today.
but i had sushi for dinner. <3
spicy salmon........ *drools.
the night before, i went geylang with syahmi.
we had a hell of a ride.
as if we both just touchdown to singapore from papua new guinea or somewhere.
we couldnt find the bazaar.
it was damn funny.
and lame.
i didnt get to find the kebaye that i fell in love with at civic centre in woodlands.
so i didnt buy any baju raye.
but i bought dendeng, char kway fish, honey chicken wings and an inai book.
its got lots of drawings inside. damn cool.
but a waste of my $5.
i can just go online to search for images; which is what ive been doing all this time. haha.
then he sent me home.
his u turn is horrible.
and the corner barings cant beat that of a motorcycle.
when on a bike, i love the wind in my face.
the stares on the road.
and the heart stopping corner barings.
its 1.39am now.
guess i'll be stopping round here.
for those who have been terased by my words, im sorry.
to bitch no 3:
i just want you to know how much i love you.
and since you have a laser mouth, i might as well develop one myself.
i will love you, till the ends of time.
and to my dearest mother,
happy 50th birthday.
you would have been half a century old.
yes, i understand that Allah loves you more than all of us.
hope you are fine over there.
you will always remain in my heart, every single day mummy. i love you.
night everyone.
a week left to raye.
will mintak maaf then.