//hearing aid: numa numa song.

3 kinds of people i hate:

1. Arguing Couples.
all these young pre-puberty couples that argues smack in the middle of my way. can you not go home and then argue? why must you tell 101 people standing there that he bought a pink shirt that wasn't the same shade as your pink shirt? fuck! i mean come on, have some freaking sense. and then it all escalates to the girl hopping madly away in a direction and the boy rubbing his acned face, swearing and looking at his ex-pink flair skirt with light pink off shoulder top that has grammatically wrong phrases like you is my summer time memory. tomorrow's fanatsies will faded. crap la. it's worse when she starts throwing her arms in frustrations and hits ME square on the shoulder.

2. Primary school boys
omg. can u not look like you owned the friggin bus? they talk loudly, stand all over the place, hit you with their power rangers and transformers bags, eat and spit on the bus, fun around the bus like its fucking pasir ris park and shout FUCK YOU! in front of 10 other strangers all while wearing their smelly, sticky uniforms. i love kids, no doubt. but if my kid was to even think about shouting fuck you i will smack his/her face so hard she/he'll be fucked for life. i don't get it. why must you shout to your friend who is sitting like next to you? i mean its quite retarded to yell at your friend because your red tazan and jane water bottle is the same design as his blue donald duck notebook. Notice its only the boys, never the girls who shout. but the girls well, just need to keep the ah peks at bay and sit with their legs closed tightly. or get a chasity belt. [based on a true story]

secondary school kids who deserve a beating
the ones with the rebonded hair and fugly clips that look like they came out of big bird's pussy. they wear their school uniform, their yonex or crumpler bag and look decent from the neck down. the face. is a failure. hey some of them are pretty and good looking. but they spoil every once of beauty by splashing blusher on their cheeks, over doing it obviously and foundation and powder. you're in secondary school u dumbfucks. you don't need makeup. unless you look like an orange peel. then the hair decked in pink kaWaii clips from icelemontee and shops that i don't shop at. hair so straight it makes a lesbian cry. and the socks pulled so high that you think it might snow. then along them tags a geek or two, bowing to these girls every need and fancy, every whine and teh. eh, i see them and i stare in awe. and if they ask, eh what you looking at, i'll just say : "you, you fucking freak of nature."

fuck. i hate more people. the goth kids who think their constantine, the ah lians who think their japanese kids, the annoying parents who think just because they have kids gives them the right to everything around them.

another time.