Hateful Post

Okay life doesn't seem to be fair to me. Fine life is not fair to anyone. Just when I was desperately hoping for something good to happen to me in my previous post, on the next day something extraordinary happened to me. Surprising, but not at all a pleasant one. I fucking scratched my car while intending to parallel park in my university fml.

I don't know who the hell changed the angle of my left wing mirror making it pointing more outwards until the extent I couldn't see my own car. Although I did adjust it back, but clearly I didn't adjust it properly because I definitely scratched my car, and it is never a small scratch. Made me emo siao during my lecture period and nothing went into my brain that day.

But I'm fine now, at least now that my car isn't 'brand new' anymore I'm no longer having the pressure fearing someone would scratch my car or something. Okay still got pressure but wont be so sam tong when I found another fresh mark on the car.

Enough of the car issue, back to now. I just received a message from my course mate whom I carpool everyday (I only do that because I live near him, and the fact that he's paying me for the ride) saying that his printer has no ink and wants me to help him print the notes for tomorrow for ALL subjects. Do you think he is crazy? Hello? Just because I drive you to classes everyday doesn't mean that I am your ah-mat okay? It's your own fault for failing to find out earlier that your printer has no ink and now you want me to help you wipe your ass? Some more saying that he would pay me back, seriously dude, money isn't everything to me okay. I'm not the person working in a stationary shop, what are you treating my house as?

Wa I used so many rhetorical questions. Anyway in short, I just want to say, go fuck yourself.

PS: Just to clarify I'm not usually that bad, unless I'm seriously being used like toilet papers in the toilet in shopping malls. The notes for ALL subjects are 100+ pages okay and I sat in front of the printer for an hour today just to finish printing and now he thinks he can just go to bed and let me do his dirty job? Ma de.

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