Sunday, February 28, 2010

6am - 6pm
I literally stick my butt to my chair all this time with glue. I was studying Sejarah and only stop to drink and pee and eat.

6:30 - 8pm
Mum says I deserve a break so she drives me to Islee but it's closed. So we decide to shop at Queensbay instead. We waited half-an-hour for a parking lot and after we get a lot dad calls and insist we eat dinner with his client so we sulkily walk to the restaurant and dine. His client looks like Oscar Proud from 'The Proud Family' and he keeps talking like he's gonna drop dead any second. So annoying. His kids act like they're a couple, touch here touch there. Incest freaks. Even more annoying. But after a while mum tells me the guy has cancer. Dammit, now i feel so guilty.

8 - 8.45pm
I offer to pay the parking ticket cuz mum wants to wee. I queue-up behind a LOT of people. At my turn I realize the bill compartment is full and that you can only pay with coins. I check my pockets but I only have 50 cents. Fat luck. So I walk to the autopay downstairs and I actually check the bill compartment's light(it's on so it's working). Just as I just about to stuff my RM1 in, suddenly the lights *click* went off!!! WHAT THE FUCK, THE GUY IN FRONT OF ME STILL CAN PAY WITH HIS FUCKING BILLS. DON'T MESS WITH ME YOU FUCKING MACHINE. Had this huge urge to kick it, but being the ladylike person I am, I head to the newsstand and buy a Cleo. I queue up again. Then I realize I still don't have enough coins. Walked back to the newsstand, bought some candy and turned around... ...to see the queue twice as long as when I had just left it. In the end I took nearly 45 minutes to pay one single fucking ticket.

PS: I normally end my posts with a pink 'JY' at the lower-right corner, but I feel so pissed off that I can't possibly end it with such a sweet pink, therefore... ...












































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Malaysian in Melbourne. Suffering from homesickness, extreme bitchiness, and the chronic disease of procrastination. Wanderlust-er in a love-hate relationship with chocolate. A petite little piece of shit. Confidence fluctuates at the most horrendous timings. Living this thing called life and trying to get my thigh gap back.

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