respect.

continuation from yesterday's post because i fell asleep while typing it halfway...

i'll just make it short and sweet because it's already 1.25am and i've got to be in school at 8am tomorrow.

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i hate it when i'm being wronged.

FUCKING wronged.

FUCKED UP FUCKING NABEI CHEEBYE KANNINA WRONGED.

too crude? you guys would curse and swear too if you were in my shoes.

on a plain friday night. i was to go devil's bar with clarice. she came over. i changed in and out of clothes... ladida... saw my sister's new top from mango. haha looks ok lah. might match with my black skirt. ok i shall wear it. maybe get her a new one back another day.

then again i changed my mind.

the top was too fucking large for me. i decided to dump the shirt on my table top and change into my speghetti strapped top instead. "ahh, i look good tonight" i thought. :)

shook my bonbons. came back home all tired. changed out of my clothes. dumped my dirty clothes on the table together with the clean ones. went to bathe. came out of the bathroom, took all my clothes from the table top to the laundry basket. end of night. zzzzz.

next day i woke up feeling great. can't exactly remember what happened on saturday. was it that we went wala wala? hahaha. ok whatever. oh did my catwalk on sunday night. hahaha. right. and then i came home to the horrendous sight of...

my clothes being emptied out all in my room.

i took a picture of it but i just don't have the usb cable to upload it. hahaha.

did u all fucking just read what i just wrote? let me repeat myself again...

my FUCKED UP sister threw my wardrobe out of her room and dumped the whole mess in my room thinking that i FUCKING wore her top (which i FUCKING did not, only that i dumped it back into the laundry basket by mistake).

who wouldn't be FUCKING angry?

and the mess is still in my room. she still thinks she's correct. i shan't bother to argue with her. don't understand why she's that FUCKING calculative.

not to mention that i never once calculated the times where my beige pepperplus jeans always go into the wash, when i no longer wear it since the 2nd time i wore it.

oh, and the beige pair of work pants that amazingly keep getting washed, which i have stopped wearing since i stopped work in starhub in june 2003.

eh i just remembered that she took my new pair of ralph lauren socks to wear that time in secondary school. haha!

hmm...and my levi's 593 jeans... they're always disappearing.

what about my branded bags which always seem to go missing?

hmm and the max & co denim skirt which seems always to get into the wash too. that's queer isn't it?

did i forget to mention that my things never come back the way it went out? like the allure dress that came back with a tear?

it's wierd how siblings can be such deep enemies. one is calculative but never realises that she does it herself too. she blabbers it all on her blog, washing her dirty laundry in public for all to see. she bears grudges amongst family members. she expects the whole world to bow to her feet when she is contributing to the family's income. she doesn't give a damn about respect.

FUCK IT ALL. i've got better things to be angry about.

THIS IS WHAT I HAVE TO SAY YOU FUCKING BITCH:

1. you can jolly well still think that i wore your new top.
2. you better put all my clothes back where they were because you've done a grave mistake.
3. you can fucking complain to mau for all i care because i know i'm innocent this time round.
4. you better show some respect around the house.
5. just because you live in that room, doesn't give you the authority to do whatever you deem fit with it.

SCREW IT. FUCK IT. nobody understands me at all.

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having said all that, i'm fucking stressed. problems at home, school term just started, worries at work, responsibilities at the club...

FUCKING stressed!

club crawl is driving me nuts. suddenly i realise that the power that has been given unto me is useless. people are climbing all over me - at home, at work, at school...

why don't people show some respect for their elders. be it in authority or in terms of age. we may not be right all the time, but it's fucking rude to be walking all over me.

i'm not this nice all the time. don't push it.

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fed up of typing. i need a break. it's damn stressful and i can't think straight. i need to drink. tomorrow's the club crawl. i'm stressed. fucking stressed. fucking fucking fucking stressed.

shall i say it again? no, i think i shall contain my anger. i'm not one who bears grudges. God doesn't want to see me this way. i'll be God's dear lil girl.

MAY GOD FORGIVE YOU FOR ALL THE THINGS YOU'VE BEEN BLINDED BY.

CURSE THE DEVIL IN YOU!