"Don't let the bastards grind you down"


You know how much I hate it when I go shopping with friends and they keep talking and talking and talking so damn much till I can't concentrate on shopping itself?
You know how it feels when you're out with your best boy friends and you can't shop at all cause it's too weird?
You know how irritating it is when I go shopping with my mum and she keeps on blabbering on the stuff I'm about to buy?
You know how you feel suffocated when you're always surrounded by people whenever you're out?

So I decided to go shopping alone.
And damn was it fun.
I didn't need to listen to anyone blabbering and I didn't have to feel weird with any guys around.
Fucking retail therapy to the core.

And I saw something funny in the Mango outlet just now.
Apparently Mango had this 50% Sale. Fuck, Mango is like fucking overrated.
They sell the same bullshit every damn time.
Anyways, the woman were going all mad picking stuff out and leaving a mess wherever they set their foot on and there was this middle-aged guy standing in the middle of the store looking rather... scared.
I fucking laughed to myself which was a stupid move.
I guess guys don't/won't/can't grasp the concept of "shopping".


And today is by far the wackiest day I've had.
Not only did I decided to go all weird and go out alone, I was pretty much fucked in the head.
I mean, my bro told me to call Pizza Hut's line, and I punched in a few numbers and handed my phone to him.
Then skali my home phone rang.
Bro: [Check phone] Kau call rumah buat ape?!
ahahhaah fucking moron sia Far.

Then like a few hours ago, Bob brought home a fucking mouse. Cheebai!
I was fucking running around the bloody house screaming "Ayaaaaahhhh. Tikooooosssssss!"
hahaha my godddddddddddd.
Imagine hearing some lunatic screaming at 12am ahah


And apparently, I still look Chinese.
Cause the bubble tea auntie was talking to me in Chinese. And I was like... "hah?!"
Why aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah?





You wouldn't guess how many days I haven't seen him.
Ohkay lah I tell you lah.
Two hundred and four days. 204 days. Two hundred and four days. 204 days.
Hah. I'm a loser for counting the days but I couldn't sleep one particular night and I was bored.
Try reducing your ciggys lah idiot _|_
I love you, babi.





Thank you for getting me through... stuff.
You rock man.



Some things are just better left unsaid.