- sunday, bloody sunday

hey...

i emo today...

lol

why?

cause everything can possibly go wrong has gone wrong.

and i think also caused by sunday bloody sunday.

it reflected so much emotions on me.

when i was singing it

i tried not to think afterwards...

sigh... yet it wasn't working?

anyways...

yeah m working at starbucks now.

at Sunway Pyramid 2. Near the Lagoon Entrance.

come find me if u free la. if got chance i free u a drink.

haha

hmm...

well... the store's team is pretty nice.

the manager's a nice guy.

yet...

he resign after he hired me.

what irony huh?

just when i was getting used to the new environment.

a new manager comes in.

it's as if.... i don't know... hah.

my place in KL is a living hell.

seriously. those friends that i talk to everyday would know what's going on.

sigh...

i seriously can't live here with that idiotic moronic brainless monkey.

imagine coming back to a place. where you're suppose to feel homey and relaxed.

but when i open that door.

i see a place that i can't live in.

there's so many things to say. i think i won't have enough energy to say them all here.

the fucker hogs the living room.

after he uses it.

even if he's not there.

it's like he's still there.

his bag, towels, clothes, laptop, drinks, food, paper, stuffz

everything!!! is in the living room.

and it's not properly placed.

it's on the sofas, on the table, on the chairs, on the floor.

he messes up the sofa, the table and the floor.

the tv is never offed.

everything just keeps running

even though he is not in the living room.

HOW?? IN?? THE?? BLOODY?? WORLD??

can you even live like that?

no one else can use the living room when he's around.

FUCK!

that's just the living room.

i haven't talk about the toilet yet.

used tissues, gf's PMS blood on the seat, used oil sucker...

list goes on.

the worst part is.

they use my soap.

BAR SOAP.

and left traces of DNA. i don't wanna go to the details.

i was so fucking pissed.

and i went bonkers on them.

but the same shit still happens.

please, if there's anything i can do to get the hell out of here.

please, just let me.

i cannot live here.

it's like hell.

i'd rather sleep in my car.

or lock myself in the small room i'm paying for don't know what fuck reasons.

AAAAARGH!!

this is what will happen when you see me not blogging for a few weeks.

other than these...

there are still small other matters...

ugh.

i hope i can get a break from all of this next week.

i want to see my friends.

i wanna have a life.

i feel like crying but the anger just overtakes the sadness.

please stop making my life a living hell.

i beg.

till next time man. i gotta go.

will get some pictures up soon.

hopefully pictures with me smiling.

D=