Saturday, July 18, 2009 >>10:31 PM

I just can't stand some people that can't seem to keep their own *fructosing business (i once again replaced the f-word with fructose. :D) I mean, WHY ON EARTH DO YOU KEEP STARING AT ME?

You see, i sorta go to the market every alternate weeks. FINE, if i'm forced to go, i've got nothing to say. So, every time i go the market, there will be this stupid fructosing bastard that KEEPS STARING AT ME, LOOKING AT ME AS IF HE WANTS TO RAPE ME OR SOMETHING! No kidding! EVERY SINGLE TIME. Like today, i purposely wear clothes that sorta makes me look different than usual, i made myslef AS UGLY AS POSSIBLE, but that damn fructosing bastard still recognises me! AND HE EVEN HAD THE NERVE TO WAVE AT ME TODAY, LIKE WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT FROM ME? He did that rempit sound (the one where it sounds like fake kissing sounds?) AND I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE DO THAT. I seriously feel like slapping him in that stupid fructosing face! I'M NOT PRETTY YOU KNOW, GO FIND SOME OTHER PRETTIER GIRLS TO STARE AT! JUST STOP STARING AT ME!

Sorry, i just can't stand that fructosing guy. His face just disgusts me.I also feel like gorking out his damn eyeballs, just to make him stop staring. LEAVE ME ALONE! Ahh! i need to stop, thinking about it just makes me want to puke. Gah, i just HATE HATE HATE HATE people like that. They should just rot in hell. That fuc*ing bastard.

Anyways, that aside, i had a great tennis game with my dad today! XD I was alot better compared to last two weeks! I hope he won't pull me out from my tennis lessons, because i enjoy playing with Sabby alot! :D And, i enjoy the game too! It helps me exercise, because i sorta stopped jogging for while, so more fats are accumulating inside me. XP I hope i can play with my dad again next week! It helps me practice too! :D

I guess thats it for today! I've got to go to Kuala Selangor tomorrow! Like, YOU PEOPLE ARE ALREADY GOING THE NEXT MONTH, WHY WANT TO GO NOW? Sometimes, i just don't understand my parents. The food there is good, no doubt, but i HATE the marketing parts. T-T

P.S. Sorry for the foul language! Somehow, only the f-word can help to release my anger, but i'm really sorry!

Labels: fucking bastard, Ramblings, tennis