Monday, November 17, 2008

Spinning: -
Time: 11.00pm
Mood: rotten

i hate it when people act like they are the big deal when they are actually shits.
i detest it when stupid people act like they are the boss, always calling the shots.
i loathe it when pot call the kettle black, they commit what they accused people of.

i don't why some people are so superficial.
they think they are the greatest things and the best gift to this world.
they are so deluded, thinking they are the richest around.
they try so hard to be beautiful and rare like some priceless precious gem.
please, a shit will always be a pool of shit. there's no way you can pose as a something high class.

when you say you don't understand why you're cheapening yourself and putting on with the fact that you're together with someone who drives a Suzuki Swift when there are BMWs, Jaguar and other luxury cars waiting for you. please, try to digest the fact that i don't think with your looks, you are able to enjoy the above. plus, you think those guys are really after you? you're just another toy to them. or should i say a fuck toy if i were to put it crudely. you think you're gonna memerize them with your beauty? fat hope, they will soon be bored with you and you're out of the league. can't believe you claim that you're not materialistic. anyway, a longchamp is still a longchamp, so does a coach. they are not hermes, mind you. don't treat a duck as a flamingo. it's too overrated.

when you say i have white hair and you suggest that i pluck it off. seriously, i don't care. this is in me, genetic, i'm very grateful that i'm born healthy and at least i look good, not abnormal or alien looking. do you think i'm like you? putting on layers of make up, trying to be somewhere near pretty when apparently you're barely there. i don't slap on youth cream, cause i don't think it's right for me to splurge on such material needs cause it's just a skin and no one is this world can defy aging. when people say i look 21, 22, older than my age, i feel fine, because this is just an outer shell, what matters is your inner health isn't it? what's the big fuck about looking gorgerous when your heart is as wicked as a witch. you still look ugly. i'm sorry, i still think that thin layer of make up still fits me best. and i think i'm fine this way. stop telling me to slap on layers of powders, i don't think i'm interested in being part of your gang. and please don't tell me you are bound to get into SIA, a model of whatever shit. please, i met alot of people who are working for SIA, be it field or mangement. they have actually offer recommendations. they are people who are keen on hiring me as a model. do you really have what it takes to be one? don't make false claims and before you start barking like a bitch at my doorstep, let me remind you, i'm not trying to imply i'm prettier than you or i'm very pretty. i'm trying very hard to tell you, please don't tell the world you don't have what it takes to be certain someone. you don't have to scream, certain things are better off discreet, especially your flaws and lies. thank you.

and sorry, i don't bootlick, don't accused me when i not the person who go round sending emails to mangements saying " i love you lots lots" oh god, they are not my good/best friends or my families for godsake, why should i even fucking share my love with them. and are you sure you love them, please. give me a break. i can comfort you when you're down, but that doesn't mean i don't wish you dead. i will use my conscience and touch your life when necessary, but putting them aside, you're still another useless piece of crap in my eyes.

if you think by going over to counters is wrong and you're right by screaming at me today, you better not let me see you going over to counters for unnecessary matters. i don't care if a customer literally fuck right into your face or what, don't go over and complaint. don apologise if you wanna use such tones, don't use excuses to give yourself a way out. they are invalid. and oh ya, sorry i rarely work morning shift in ITP, you are the work who worked most. don't come accusing me on baseless grounds saying that i don't clean counters. now, who's the one.

it's okay. i shall be gracious and forgive you.
but remember, from tomorrow on.
for every shits you shower my life with, i'll repay you the double.

just watch it, this is my promise.

what won't kill me will make me stronger.
if i were to get through this, i'll be as zen as god.
and which means, i'm ready for the next level of challenge.
:) bring it on, what are you waiting for.

for your information.
this girl i'm talking about is....

fiona tan.
the highly acclaimed beauty. but how true is it, we don't know (yet). anyway it's quite highly doubted.

makes a perfect picture for her obituary, don't you think so.
i hope you die of a horrible death, honey.
may your soul rest in peace.

loved on 11:44 PM