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Wednesday, April 20, 2011 @ 2:29 AM

Hello world, are you listening? It's fine if I'm rambling just to myself, anyways.
Today.... my mood went from :) to "fuck u" mode.

You know what..? As time goes by, you get to see who the people around you, REALLY ARE. For an ugly instance, take *him* for an example. The one who thinks he is Almighty and high above the others. He's still not talking to me. I used to care about it, but heck , go on with your ugliness. I don't really wanna care anymore. And then now... there's another bugger. And that's no other than.... another *him*. A gay one this time. Maybe it is me, or maybe it is him. But I realize I can no longer stand his sissy-ness and his bullshits anymore. Yucks. Sometimes, even just by looking at him, I feel like throwing up. Nauseated by how F.A.K.E a person can be. Did so many things behind our backs, and thought we knew nothing? Hello... we ain't dumb la dei. If there is a dumb one, that must be you. For a nice example, someone asked you out for dinner. And that someone mentioned my name too. Did you ever ask me to join you people for dinner? N.O. Instead, you changed the topic and said you'll call more people. Yeaa, more people, EXCEPT ME.

It's not that I care so damn much about eating a dinner with you. It's about... whether you still treat me as your friend or not. It's like... you're kicking me aside as well. You're good with words, oh yes you are. You can manipulate the words and sound like a victim, but hey, I know who is the victim over here ok. It's her. Not you. Pffft!!

At first, I was thinking and looking out for you. I had the intention to leave my iron-board, my shampoo holder, my chairs for you. But now, looking at the situation, why do I need to do such a charity? High class people need high class things. Such low-ly things that I owned can't be on par with you, right? Oh well... you can buy all you want, since you're so loaded, right?? HAHAHA... I would rather do a charity and donate to the poor than give to some ingrate like you who spat words like venom to me.

I was just being nice, trying to ask you first if you wanted my microwave.. if not, I'll put up the offer to someone else. See?? I put you at priority first. And even if you didn't want it, you could have said it in a nicer way. And a more subtle way. You don't need to show me that "OMG, as if I want your secondhand stuff" kind of face you GAYFUCKER. I was so bloody offended. And you don't need to tell me you could buy the same model, BRAND NEW ONE with RM 100 because FUCKER, there's no way that is possible. The same model? Go find your ass-hole and fuck yourself la.

Don't piss me off. Stupid bitch.
Jeez. I thank GOD for letting me find such a lovely house with such lovely housemates... and I thank GOD I no longer need to see a gayfucker everyday in my house.... breathing the same air with me... having his BOYFRIEND over and fucking and making weird sounds next to my room, giving me nightmares. THANK YOU GOD. I LOVE YOU.