rant. rant. rant.

It’s been a while since I write anything serious here.

Today, I feel like writing.

I feel like ranting. I feel like bitching. I feel like back stabbing.

I feel like complaining. It’s my blog. I can write whatever I want here right?

I feel like shit right now. So shitty that I don’t feel like talking to anyone. Talking right now is like throwing a bomb to those who’re listening. It’s like listening to a volcano that’s going to explode soon. Like that “psssttttttt pssstttttt” sound that came out from a boiling kettle. Like that “tick tick” sound from a time bomb that only left three seconds before exploding.

I don’t know what I’m writing.

Bah!! Bear with me.

I’ve been listening to a lot of things lately.. from many people around me.. especially in the office.

Damn 7 sien.

Damn 7 dulan.

Damn 7 no idea what they want.

Hou 9 lan 7 hai 9 farn. (read it in Cantonese. If you understand what I tried to express.)

Gah!!!

I hate people who think highly of themselves.

You are not smart, don’t act smart!

You are not pretty. Don’t say other people ugly!

Everything you said doesn’t really make sense. Don’t say other people’s idea is pointless.

You’re not thin as chopstick. Don’t say other people FAT!

You hate that person too, don’t pretend that you’re not.

You don’t wanna do it, you don’t have to pass those shit to me lor.

Like I don’t already have enough shit on me.

You think I’m not fit for the task, then you think you’re fit for it? Lick my smelly toes!

Gah!!!

Okay… those people I mentioned above are compilation of certain people that I deal with everyday. Yes. Few of them. Not one. FEW. Damn sien right?

Imagine I have to see them every fucking working day.

That why I chose not to talk to them if it’s not necessary. Trying hard not to get close to them. Trying hard to avoid them if I can.

They’re fuckheads who are fucking two-faced. Maybe three or four-faced creature.

Damn 7 ugly. When I mention ugly, I don’t mean physically only. It includes mentally also.

Grrrr!

Ok.. let’s not talk about those fuckheads.

Ok. I just found out that I’ve used up all my Annual Leave for this year. Whoa!! Record man!! It’s only July. Damn 7 regret for not going to the doctor when i have monthly period cramps. But it doesn’t matter anyway.

Sigh! No more annual leave means Hong Kong trip will have to postpone.

Just found out that Smelly have to wait til after New Year before he can go for long holiday. He said year end is when people buy cars. He doesn’t want to miss any good prospects.

Sigh.

Never mind. Next year is good also. More time to save money. I really need to get a part time soon. Grrr…

Why I’m not born wealthy? Why my surname is not Gates, Hilton or Marriott? (sorry ancestors.. I don’t mean to blame all of you. Forgive me please. Hikhik..)

Ok, enough of ranting.

Updates! Well, I’ve been hanging out with my girl colleagues lately. It’s been a while since I got so close with girls. Well, since high school to be exact. I don’t know if it’s a good or bad thing though. Hanging out with girls was like… the last thing that I will do. But this time around, I felt comfortable when I’m with them. Perhaps I’m used to being a lone ranger.

I usually won’t choose to hang out with the same person for long. I prefer to be alone most of the times. Right now, right here, at this moment, I still prefer to be alone and not to get so close with someone. I hate it when something bad happens, things go wrong, and all. If you get what I mean.

I hate the feeling of losing something. Someone.

That’s why I normally won’t get attached emotionally with people around me most of the times. Knowing more is not always a good thing. People knowing more about me is not a good thing also.

Haih.

I don’t know what I’m writing.

Pointless.

Gah!!!