"Choo beejee."

I had quite a bad day on Monday. Really expected it to happen because of the rain. The day really started off with a bad note. The rain and the traffic jam was quite a hassle. Thank God I managed to catch an early bus, or I would've been late for school. Even when I took the early bus to school, I reached class on time. The traffic jam was bad this morning, and the trip to school took 45 minutes eventhough the normal trip only took about 15-25minutes. The class was as usual, but it was cold, and just uncomfortable at the same time since I'm having my period. (Explains why I was all pissy pissed last week).

So, near to the end of the day, I really couldn't help it and burst it out, bashing it on someone, who gave out a really stupid, immature and childish criticism. Seriously, I didn't think of what I wanted to say and just spit it out on him. That fucker really wanted it from me. I hate it when I'm all pissy pissed towards someone. My angst is uncontrollable and my temper management really sucks. I could really say something I don't mean, and I did. So I posted about not having to repeat what he was doing, and maybe he felt that he should stop after getting the bashful comment from me verbally and through the Internet, and so he really shut his fucking gap today in school.

If he did one once or twice it is okay with me. But he didn't have to say it everyday, keep reminding me of it. I know it myself and I know myself better than anyone else. Why should he tell me what I should do and not when he's one of a fucking stranger I know from school and tell me to do stuffs like I'm his dog or whatnot. He is not even a family member or my parents even, but he acts as if he is and when I think about it, it really pisses me off to the core.

I was really unhappy about that when he started it because people are following him doing the same damn thing, but then eventhough I am not happy about it, I kept quiet and decided to let it slip and live with it until the next semester. And I think he should do the same. If he have issues with me, and is not happy about it, he should keep his fucking mouth, live his fucking life and put up with it until the next semester, because that's when we are all going to be in the different class. I mean really, fucking shut up, fucking live your life instead of telling people what to do and what not to do, stop complaining like a stupid sissy/aqua/bapok/pondan/maknenek/nyonya or whatever you call it, and just live your fucking life LIKE SERIOUSLY 'cause instead of making me go "OH I LOVE MY CLASS" you're making me "I LOVE MY CLASS EXCEPT FOR THIS FUCKER IN CLASS AND HE IS REALLY ONE OF A FUCKER." Fucking seriously, I am not your fucking dog and you're not my mom. Even my mom don't tell me what to do or what not to do. Yang kau melebih tu kenape, musibot?

I'm sorry for bragging like this to my readers, but seriously.. my temper is getting worse and I would like to apologise. It's not that I want to, but I was forced to type all these out. I should go for counselling to make sure that my temper won't get worse. Hais. Furthermore, I can't type this out on Facebook to tell him to live his fucking life because my family is all over the Facebook, so yeah.. I am so sorry to the readers, and I promise to not post this type of posts anymore.

Practical tomorrow. Double hais.

나.. 찐자 사랑해. 너무 너무 사랑해.