not impressed

ah, my sibling often tells me this never-ending phrase when something doesn’t meet her approval. she says it like a kiwi. then today(or rather yday) i saw chuuchuu’s msn name and was like, yeah, i guess that’s what i’ve been feeling of late – NOT IMPRESSED.

first of all
i’d like to address the fisher paykel pronunciation. apparently it’s like the highest search hit for my “blog”(weblog) which i should rename as “rlog” (ranting log)

you can say it as “pay-kel” or “pai-kel” and i also don’t care. it’s their family surname and i think they ought to call it whatever they want. when i wrote this post, i had a stupid argument with my boss because he corrected me in front of everyone that was in the shop and i told him what i really though – “that i didn’t care and you can call them whatever you want because it’s likes “potaytoes” – “potarrrtoes” and “tomaytoesss”-”tomarrrtoes” for all i bloody care” he obviously was not impressed. but look, i studied english. you studied ENGRISH. i have the manners not to tell you your english is wrong in front of a crowd but having said that after countless times of being told off for stupid petty little things in front of a crowd, i’d say my confidence level is at a new boost – i think i will feel rage but it will all be contained until he triggers my angers – ie. call me to do him a favour then bashes me morally….awesome la…

MORAL: TRY NOT TO WORK FOR AZN BOSS WHO CLAIMS THEY’RE KIWI BUT STILL GOT AZN ACCENT. they’re a fraud. or mostly just my boss.

i don’t even care if anyone i know read this anymore because i can’t write cryptic messages on my facebook. it’s MY BLOG and I CAN BASH ANYONE I LIKE so as long as i don’t go and outright say their name and where they live or release any thing that could be detrimental to their privacy but if you got eyes, sit at the place work once a week. sit in front of the counter and you can hear all the verbal abuse we all put up with. sit at the bar and you can see all sorts of emotional turmoil. but you know, he is god because it is his shop. step outside that property and boy you’d be reduce to nothing but waste.or at least watch him strip away our dignity.

anyway
i’m not impressed with these kind of ppl anymore and i am really sad i have to tolerate them or rather maybe you guys should pity them to tolerate someone like me.

it’s true ok, if you don’t like something, voice it. if you keep quiet then complaint later, they will get angry and tell you that you had your chance.
well i tried to be nice but in the end i got burned and now worst, the reality is my loved ones are getting burned.

so
i decided to leave…for good.
4 more months.

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it’s just a game…

that’s what these people tell me to treat this shit.
it’s easier said than done because you are not at the receiving end of this bullshit. so since i have to cop it, we do it my way. anyone who isn’t involved should just stfu and listen to me rant.

sigh.

give me a verbal via txt for something that happened on thurs that lagged on until today.
i think this is most certainly unfair but what can i do about it because everyone tells me to treat this as a joke?

hey
when you get a verbal or a written, it ain’t a joke.
it’s like a fine but without demerit points.

well no
i won’t take this shit lying down because this is EVERYONE;s fault.and in teh first place, if you noticed this from last week, why the hell didn’t you do shit since…you were working urself?
lmao.

don’t taint other people’s bright future just because you are already living your quasi dream.

sigh….that’s why people don’t listen to you because you act like a self righteous(at your convenience) bigot and also you are like an arrogant prick. and you even bend the rules for yourself. wtf. you’re not god.

and btw
if you need to put up a show using unwilling puppets to get what you need, your show is a failure…lmfao…your method is failure cos even if it’s free, nobody wants to come to your play…so grow up a little bit and maybe employ a bit more respect and reverence to another human being, perhaps then, will the mass horde start giving you the respect you desire or need to feed on in order to function or live. (LOSER)

you cannot stand alone in this show. without the supporting cast, you are nothing. but of course, you think you are the best
and you can do the whole show by yourself. bravo. for your impeccable self confidence.

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soulsista and friendship and contemplation

hai hai! i’m still watching nana! wtf! n i find myself looking for clothes and similar and actual accessories…i’m glad i didn’t log in lest i feel impulsive n click buy..i also don’t know how to explain my credit card bill then…. (even though i pay for it myself but i promise no impulsive spending for no apparent reason.else…i will see his wrath..which is more scary than me….it really is true you know – the silent people are the most scariest. transparent ppl like me, well you’ve seen it once, you’ve seen it all!)

soul sister – do people have one?
i believe i might have one (my lahling cos we’re almost similar to that but i am the least grounded one and thank goodness she still let me come around XD and cook pancakes for me even though i tend to fob her off ) /sigh
i do love you, and you know that, so that is more than enough!i’m sorry i make you worry sometimes and i can act cold and nonchalant but it’s also for your own good like you do it to me when u think it’s for my own good!

my own sibling, we’re related through blood. we’ll always understand each other and the other will always back down when the time is appropriate. XD

but i won’t know until i am 60 because my friends might not be around or i might not be around then. sigh. i kinda wonder though, how do people make friends?

i make friends by being whom i am and if people like me, they will stay if not, they go away and find someone else. like really, i used to want ppl to like me and i cared what they think of me..but it . was. a lie. everyone stabs everyone so i guess, the only choice is to take the truth straight to the face and realise that ppl who have ballz of steel to tell you so, must obviously care about u. but the truth must hurt them too. that way, it counts. if it was done deliberately, then they are not friends. like that “brother” of mine. i think he hurts me deliberately because he thinks he’s god almighty but i’ve grown a bit up now. i take ur shit in and it goes out of the door once the clock hits 5 pm : )

i used to be those people pleaser – everyone must like me. i think i was….mislead somewhere in my childhood for various things. i don’t blame my parents so don’t worry bout that. older and wiser now. shit just happens and they are in the past. so..blase. though i wish i was cooler when i was young. not acting like a wannabe groupie. fuck. what a shameful life.but it’s ok. as long as i acknowledge it, i guess i will just cringe if ppl are going to tell the world i used to wet my bed or i had braces and geeky glasses or ppl stole my puppy love crush or i got upset when someone stole my pencil case or how i tried to dress like a grown up only to fail at it when i was 13 or how i poke my eyeballz with eyeliner (maybe that’s why i still am retarded when applying eye liner..)

i don’t know man..
builds character and then one fine day like this
i sit on the bed remeniscing and supposed to be watching oprah
i sit on the bed in this gloomy weathers to others but awesome weather to sleep in for a msian like me,
i feel like laughing at myself for what an idiot i am

i wish i could write really nicely though like pink pau or peter tan or min wye (whom i will see in less than 24 hrs! i’m really happy : ) and chynwey, soon it will be ur turn ok? ) and that when people read this page, they don’t go “what a piece of shit” but sorry i guess..i’m not eloquent enough.

even this post isn’t a proper substance. i used to write with substance but i can’t now because people know me better now and if i show that kind of tendencies like i used to, then they will worry a lot..i don’t want that again. i also don’t want to make him/baby worry anymore.

now
one last thing
i can actually watch a movie alone and even go to movies by myself .
what i cannot do is drink, by myself
because
it isn’t fun
and also
i fear i might consume myself and die.

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