post suicidal tendencies

Past few days has been a menace, days filled with tons of misfortunes or bad luck however you prefer to term it. The best of all things came first when i decided to fetch a friend of mine who just came back from kl, had to go all the way to town and only after sending him back, the tyres of my bike suddenly punctured and i had to push it a few kilometers to the row of shops under the hot streetlight. I suddenly realised that i only had about rmO in my account and rm4 in my wallet, it was suppose to be my pay day, but the check didnt get through yet, feeling dejected i almost cried in despair as i walk into one of my fravourite hangout shop. Luckily i came to someone's pity and he offered me a small loan of 50 bucks to cover my bike repair cost. My body quickly spring to action as i was late for my class which starts at 2pm after the bike breakdown, so immediately after the repair i went home to bath and recheck my schedule just to find out in horror that the class actually commence at 12pm and i've missed it for good, wahat an idiotic move, moving on it's almost 3pm at that time so i decide to just suck it up and attend my next class at 5pm. The best thing happen next when i went for my 5pm class, i was left all alone in the room, there seems to be no class as the lecturer is on leave, our online system is down for the past few days so i couldnt check the current news on my class.. Damnit, waited for half an hour like a stupid jackass, decided to go back but suddenly felt sick, food poisoning, great way to end a day of miseries.


To be continued....

green satria bitch

One of my friend's birthday is coming soon, so i thought of buying a book or something from jusco to celebrate. Happily i went with my planned trip, anticipating a great trip to MP. Sadly, as i was slowly reaching one of the traffic light, a cibai, lanciau, pukimak, sial, babi, cicak, lansut, lampa, tiao nia ma green colour satria decided to make an illegal side turning in spur of the moment at the traffic light, i was beside him at that moment so i tried to avoid, but too late.. nevertheless i tried turning along with the bastard, which at that moment the cunt decided to slower down his turning speed some more, maicibai.. control macho he manage to turn behind and look at me some more while slowing down and turning.. you think you are some schumacher shit arr puki??


i hit, we banged, and my sweet loving bike lied down on the floor looking miserablely in pain. It's front cover is now broken and the remaining pieces are strewn across the road like sands on the beach, shit, i got up and clean myself, noticed that i've got myself some minor scratches but thank god nothing serious at all. The bastard at first kept going on, then hesitated and when i stood up, waving my helmet and shouted at him he decided to stop at quite a distance away already. I think he got scared cause all the other cars began honking at him when they see me fell down, or maybe because he knows i can see his car plate, or else guarantee run like a pussy already man.. i thought he decided to come over and talk it all out, but my god what he said to me was shockingly rude, for the first time in my life i've heard the best excuse a malay guy can give to me after violating me in public.

"Sana jalan tuh ada bumper la, aku hari hari guna jalan ini turning takde hal pun.. Engko pun takde hal kan?" picking up some pieces of my bike cover and gave them to me, while i remain silent, not uttering a single word because he never say sorry for what he has done while silently putting the blame on me... i am not a confrontational man, it's not my policy to go physical in public so i just pick up my bike and continue going on to buy my stuff..

P/s - let me tell you one thing you fucking son of a bitch, dont you ever let me see you again in the road or elsewhere, for i swear im gonna break those sweet glass you use to see who's behind you in the car you retarded asshole..

controled and then he

pretentional `emotional assholes

a type of person which i hated the most, one of the low bastard which coincidentally appears in this entity we live in, sucking the H2O out of our shares and slowly parasiting his/her way into our lives to meet their own demands. I am sick of entertaining and giving my pity to low life existance like you. My advice is, stop all your bullshit pretention and get a life, im sick of having you around,may god bless you with early death.


characteristics of one:
- will look like an otaku, (the looser in drama's)
- will pretend not to know much and at times can become the webster dictionary (75% rubbish ratio which makes it usefull in presentation)
- will not give a damn even if you fell into a big drain while you are right beside him/her (not a single word or help) usually accompanied by sharp criticism..
- will turn info which you shared to backstab you as everyone buys the pityful looking fella's story
- will never ever offer much but will boast of the act which contains 75% rubbish
- very usefull in ruining your life (sort of an activator for an internal bomb)
- will usually backstab you in front of the opposite sex to gain brownie points
- takes pride in how much they know you told them
- if you tell them abt saddam hussein's case today, tomorrow they'll be back and ask you if you knew that saddam hussein was hanged.
- will not even know this article is him/her even if he/she is reading this

I've trouble getting used thesae kinds of bastards, they seem to be appearing everywhere, like mushrooms after the rain, or is it just me?

like they say, fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice shame on me. It was my shame to bear anyway, so fuck you asshole...