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“ This Too, Shall Pass ”
the mengamuk post, takda happy
Thursday, October 01, 2009 | 12:03 am

i'm so sick that i've forgotten what sick is.

i have been patience-tested since the month started. having PMS is a norm, and although i have been facing such days, it just seem that other people just wanna make it worse for me. thanks, you guys.

i do not seem to understand SG anymore. why are there sudden appearance of foreigners? it's like SG had a mass PR sign-up and those 3 million lucky entries gets to speak loudly in font of authentic singaporeans. it is totally rude and well, rude. they do not understand the meaning behind all the frowns and stink eye stares. yes, SG shouldn't be racist and should always welcome all guests. but like, come on! if some psychopath comes to your house and sits at your sofa after not showering and brushing their teeth for two days and talking to you like you're freggin 3km away, laughing and even talking about your own family in their own language, doesn't that makes you feel like a peanut?

"hahaha, kau tahu manager aku, Charles, dia kan pinoy"

wooooooooah, as expected, their most exciting conversation that indulged in singing stopped and heads turned to us. our first reaction was "oh.. fffffffffffuck." we giggled at the sillyness but we then concluded that this is our home, our own country. so we began to laugh. what else can they do? what else can we do?

i'v enough of all these nonsense. they do not apologize after bumping their shoulders against mine which i swear made me spin, leaning against the pole in a crowded train, stealing MRT seats, scanning how fucking bite sized (hah!) i am and especiallyyy not standing a step away on an inclining escalator on an off-peek period. sedap sangat? best bau badan aku? best? it is totally annoying when middle aged foreign men stands impolitely near and when i get three steps higher, woah! they tag along! annooyinggggggggggggggggggg okay. perangai anjing. woof woof.

TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN.

YOU ARE A CHILDISH FAGGOT WHO IS TOO AFRAID TO FACE THE BASICS. RULE NUMBER ONE, DO NOT OWE MONEY. RULE NUMBER TWO, KEEP TO YOUR PROMISES. YOU ARE TOTALLY OLD ENOUGH TO UNDERSTAND.

BEFORE I CONSIDER YOU AS AN "IT", I BETTER SEE WHAT I GOTTA SEE AT THE END OF THIS OCTOBER. YOU ARE JUST TOO MUCH AND A TOTAL WASTE OF SKIN. REALLY. IF NOT BECAUSE OF LUNALUNA, I COULD HAVE JUST REPORT YOU. JERK.