bottled up

okay people. i'm going to vent out all my frustration and anger in this post. for all those who are sensitive to a blog entry with lots of vulgarities, you can leave now and hopefully, see a brighter follow up soon. for all those who do not expect me to do this seriously, expect this; for alli care about now. call me a gangster or what, it doesnt really matter anyway now..

FUCKING HELL! i just cannot bear this anger in me anymore. knn... i knew it all along that you do not deserve any sympathy. well, i did not fucking pitied you anyway. you have to thanks my dear friend who, was still naive at that time to believe you. it's like so fucking drama about you, your mum, your bf, your best friend and your story. so what? poor till you cant pay back bookie is it? that's your own fucking stupid problem! your best friend supposedly drive you into the wall eh? well then you think she deserved your friendship again? so poor that you have to borrow around 1k plus of cash? then sell away your fucking smelly n80 and skip those extravagant gifts and those high tea and dinner at those expensive restaurants! you can go fucking be a slave at the factory and work those hours away to pay back. if not a better way to earn money, go be a whore, hong kan your way through for cash. you aren't any better than them anyway.

chao cheebye. i expected this fucking lame excuses and twist to come when you should be paying it back. just that i didn't expect the situation to be this bad. what pay back every month to my friend? where are the fucking cold cash eh? knn.. you can work almost everyday in a factory but pay back around only a meager $50 per month. and for more than half a year you only paid back like what, $200? maths fail is it? 6 X $50 = $300! wtf is this eh?

you better watch out. i dont know if you will be reading this. or your friends will be reading this and tell you. i am giving you enough grace by not chasing you over this and posting your name in here. but you are trying to reach the limit by not replying to my dear friend eh? try me, i'll make you famous. don't force me to contact my brothers and friends, you will suffer. nabei cheebye. im trying to control the amount of profanities in this entry. i need an outlet to pour it out.

thanks huijun anyway for listening to this even though your team lost. well, too many things in me now. too many mixed feelings in me for various stuffs. i need to sort them out. need to settle them quick. arghhh!