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I hate saving up.
I hate to control my food intake just so I can save up a few bucks.
I hate walking around town and malls only to find nothing I like.
I hate searching for something I want and find absolutely nothing nice.
I hate second-guessing on whether to purchase something or not.
I hate waiting for my pay to shop, but then along comes some other bullshit that screws my plans up.
I hate it when my plans screw up.
I hate the fact that I'm a perfectionist.
I hate being so proper, setting aside some of my cash for bills, transport and all that shiznack.
I hate responsibilities.
I hate this country's law of no smoking at sheltered areas, lift lobbies, entrances and exits to buildings and facilities, playgrounds, multi-storey carparks and shit (Information is for my pig of a boyfriend, in case he forgets when he comes back here. So he won't get fined).
I hate feeling bad when I smoke on the way to school cause I walk at sheltered areas to get to the train station.
I hate typical Singaporeans.
I hate typical Singaporeans who push others to get on the train quick.
I hate typical Singaporeans who don't give up their seats to pregnant ladies, old folks and/or the disabled. Fucking animals!!
Aaah. I hate so many things omg wtfuck.