She speaks. Or rather, she writes.

Happy post!! Note : Written on the 12th, internet was too slow for photos. Final paragraph was done today though, Happy Bday Azlan!

It’s the year of pigs and piglets y’all!!!~ That makes me 2
dozen years old! Short one year from a quarter of century! Short 2 years from
sagging boobies! Short 4 years of when I have to be married or I will be
married off! Short 6 years of expected motherhood (shit!~) Short 12 years
before 3 dozen years! Short 31 years before retirement! Short (hopefully) 50
years before death!

 
When I put it that way, I’m really pretty young aren’t I??
Hehahaheheh.

 
Plus, all the ranting become insignificant when I realize
that I am TECHNICALLY a dog. As in born in the year of dogs, being born before
the CNY and all. Which means I should’ve been saying all this LAST year. Which
doesn’t quite make a point, but I’m feeling like typing right now so ignore the
illogical.

 
And I’m technically only 4 years old- adult old that is. The
first 21 years were child old.

 
Oh boy. Is it just me or do you see someone really cracked
up here??

 

So I had nothing to do and did this:

 

Birthdays at 2, 4, 5, 6 then jump straight to 19- 24. Either
I was too ugly to be photographed, or the arrival of evil younger brother stole
all attention from the rightful anak
bongsu (Me!) Hehehehe. Then some 14 years later parents realize their tactical
error (sons don’t shower enough love to them) and start lavishing me with
the deserving and fascinated loving worthy of an awesome daughter like me. Me! Me! ME!! MUahAHahAHAHahahAHha

 

Lesson for today? If you read your sister’s blog, don’t let
her know. Much less kutuk. Hehehe.. The gleeful horns just manifests itself.

 

1. Being
        a frickin woman. 

Seriously? -Seriously. I hate
having mood swings that I cannot control, even after I tell myself that its
just hormones. I hate getting all emotional over something that normally would
not bother me at all. And I swear, anyone that starts suggesting Evening
Primrose Oil and other half baked theories I’d kill them.

 

2. Being
        an intern

Well. I think I’d hate being a
worker too, but that’s beside the point. I wish I was a politician. I’d be
frickin rich and all I have to do is pretend I give a damn about the taxpayers.
Then go for “educational” holidays. Like all the frickin time.

 

3. Being
        a product of the Malaysian Education System

It’s sad, really. We’re all sorry
excuses for the term university graduates. And now they’re so called revamping
the M.E.S. Sounds like a load of politician hoo haa crap. Think out of the box?
Whaatt?? And risk getting a D? Might as well conform. At least we get an A, and
stupid Malaysian Edu System bosses would be fooled into believing that we’re
worth something. Did I say we?? No, I meant them. All the other idiots roaming
around.

 

4. Being
        Malaysian

Everything about this country is
depressing. You know how Bush got slammed by the media because of his slow
response to Katrina?? How long did it take OUR leader to visit disaster
stricken Johor?? And stating the obvious like “Everyone is a victim” or “I will
speed things up” is really helpful. No, really.

 

While we’re on that I wonder if the
Selangor MB is gonna sit around and wait for the next wave of floods to hit
Shah Alam. It has been almost a year, and the works for the Damansara river is
oh so soooo progressive I pee in my pants every time I see improvement.

 

Update : Apparently I’m not the
only one bitchy

 

5. Government
        servants.

This guy that was supposed to
supervise repair work my men (ooh saying MY men is sooo orgasmic,
wonderwoman-ish hahahaha) nways. Supervise work my men were doing. Told us to
hurry up because it was 3.30 and he wanted to go for a tea break. Nevermind
Noon-2pm he was MIA presumably having lunch… And take a wild guess what time he
gets in for work.

 

6. Mat
        Rempits

Suicidal Ninkampoops.

 

7. Traffic
        Jams

It almost makes getting off work at
530 redundant. Might as well work til 8 and get home at 830. Then get in late
the next day. Sigh. If only I made the rules..

 

8. The
        super slow internet

I know, I know. It was a natural
disaster, people died and all. But. Still.

 

9. Pretty
        people. Man and women alike.

Why? Cus they make me feel ugly.
But using this concept I should hate smart people too, cus they shud
technically make me feel stupid. Or tall people. Or thin people. I dunno tho.
Only seems to happen with pretty people. Hormones, hormones.

 

10. My
         stupid curtains.

Hahahaha. I actually ran out of
things to hate. So my curtains that do not do an adequate job of filtering
sunlight in the mornings are my next target of hatred.

 

So there you go. Spread the hatred,
make my day!