hazy

my sister said something to me earlier on which pissed me off. well it wasnt exactly mean nor harsh, but the way she said it really made me ticked. few days ago her LG phone started to hang, and now wonderfully enough it cant even start. thus i told her to go down to lowyat to get it fixed, i was already annoyed by the fact that she kept on asking me what to do with the phone..

sister: how now?
me: go and get it fixed la, what else.

*after 2 minutes

sister: no other way er? how now?
me: just go to phone shop and ask, they should know better.

*after 1 minute. suffieaee starting to get pissed

sister: u sure they can do it?
me: i dont know, but if u dont ask u wont know rite?

*after 2 minutes. annoyed and irritated suffieaee
sister: but low yat is so far.. cant u do it?
me: i'm flat out broke, with no intentions of even entering KL for any purposes so far. the hell should i go to lowyat for?
sister: for me.. to fix my phone..
me: ur on holiday, GO and DO IT URSELF.

so that ended that rather irritating conversation yesterday. she did go down to lowyat earlier today to enquire about her phone.. anndd this is what LG had to say..

lg: we're sorry, but we dont know how to fix ur phone, u bought it in the uk, better if u have it fixed there..

i got back home just now, and she kept on whining and whining about the phone. then suddenly comes out with a miraculous idea...

sister: how bout u let me use ur 6630, since u cant use it.. might as well let me use it.
me: oh sure, but u ahve to pay me back my money. 120 pounds.
sister: cant i just pay half of it..
me: hell no, i paid for it in full. my money, u want it pay full.
sister: but then if i'd be losing like 80 pounds..

god, i cant believe she's so fucking stingy.

i dont really give a flying fuck about stingy people frankly, i myself am sometimes a tad bit overboard when it comes to sharing. but its people like this which really pisses me off. come on, its not as though she doesnt know i fucking collected all monthly money to go to uk and get a phone there.

people keep on asking, 'dude ur losing weight, how come? diet er?' each time they do i just nod and give a faint smile. but the fact of the matter is, its not that i prefer not to eat, but i allocate my money else where. i'm not anaroxic, nor am i bolimic. i do not have an eating disorder. all i have is fucking financial problems. a fucking huge one to boot.

heres the real facts of life. i get only a measly fucking rm341 per month and i dont ask for any more money from my parents unless its late at night and i'm too arsed to withdraw rm10 from the bank. from that money, i have to allocate most of it to my final project which in total so far i've spent over rm500, fuel which skyrockets ever so fucking often, daily food, outings, clubbing and not forgetting futsal.

these fucking simple things in life fucking costs money.

plus i'd prefer to have my daily activities rather than to stay at home with a full stomach and not do anything at all. i prefer not to whine about this issue, but when people are complaining about they dont have money when their getting least rm500++ per month, still staying with their parents and have a full tank of fuel. sometimes, i repeat sometimes but not most, i get sick to my stomach.

my roomates and close friends in college, sometimes feel pity for me. everytime they eat a full daily meal and see me only take 1 meal per day. i'd tell them off, saying i'm doing fine, i'm used to living this way. there are other people all around the world who are in a far worst situation.
it really doesnt help either that sometimes, when i tell my parents about my condition, they can just shrug me off by complaining about an extra burden or payment for me. i feel it is sometimes its injust, yet they've done alot for me so i cant bitch about it much.

i've withdrawn all my money for this month last week. i paid off another 200 for my project, 50 for registration of CISCO, 100 to fix my phone, plus or minus other daily expenses. my dad refunded 50 for the registration fee's and gave me another 50 for this weeks food/outing. i've allocated that 50 aside just incase any emergency happens.
so now, for this week. i hope or estimate to spend only about rm25 on food. another rm5 on transport and perhaps rm10 on outing.

now explain to me, how the bloody fuck do i not lose weight?

-

the haze is becoming a real ass. to those fella's down south in sumatera, fuck you. you asscrack filled with nuggets licking bastard of a child, who's mother is a whore while ur father is some fugly self proclaimed contractor who got pissed drunk just on one lousy heineken bottle, thus impregnating ur mother who's luck suddenly runs out after screwing with the whole village in a mass orgy and still not get pregnant. i hope ur house catches fire while ur fucking ur sister. i also hope the fire burns only ur crotch off, killing all potencies of having more bastards like you in the world. its people like you who elect bush for president. bloody fucking morons.

anyways, back to the haze matter. i've never wanted to go back to uk ever in my whole life. its so so fucking humid and hot, not to mention smelling like smoke all over. if i was fucking on a balcony of a condo with a hot lass, i'd cough up sperm before it even reaches my dick in this kinda haze. i'll fucking smack anyone who brilliantly uses the nick 'haze' on msn from now on. it eradicates the fun of doing fucking sports in the evening, you might as well have a cigar at hand and play soccer in this condition, has the same side effect.

bleargh.

yours hatefully.