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It's been almost a week that I have blogged. It has been awhile since I-can't-remember that I am this busy. Work has been crazy. OF course I have my share of bitching about the funny people in the office, and the funny people outside of office ie. my personal front. Well, it takes all sorts to make this world and yes, all sorts to add curry spices into MY life. I mean, honestly, people just can't leave me alone.
I've so much to rant. And I guess I'll just random pick those that is interesting enough to write so people who reads don't fall asleep. Or treat this as their bedtime stories. Haha...
Yesterday. Ah. Eventful. I was in 1U for dinner. Well, I for one am a sucker for Carls Jr and the nearest to my home was 1U. So there I was. Right after that I thought of getting my face powder since I'm currently living on all the 4 corners of the puff cake (OK, I am vain. I am a girl. I need to look good. And I have got no flawless porcelain skin like Nicole Kidman) and there I was at the cosmetic counters trying to pick the right one for myself while waiting to be attended.
And as I was doing so, I lifted up my hands / arms to tie my unruly psycho hair into a bun. Eugene just rushed over to me and urgently whispered, "Hey, hey, put your hands down for Heaven's sake."
I looked at him.
"Err, I see stumbles of armpit hair sticking out!!!"
DARNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN.
And yes, I blamed the shaver. I blamed the super bright lights at the cosmetic counters that highlighted every single pores you ever own. And I blamed also the hair for making me tie them up because I was litereally a monster like that one acted by Charlize Theron.
I just blamed. Haha...
But prior to that it was even funnier. I went to the loo to pee. By the time I was jolly peeing, I noticed my 1 month old panty was at the brim of snapping. The left side was left with A THREAD holding on to the panty. IF THAT ONE THREAD snap, there it goes, I'll have my panty falling off.
Hehe... And I thought these days people make good panties especially from shops that is called Women's Secret. Certainly no secret anymore. Hehe...
Sunday.
Anyway, I have been ranting and putting a bit about people keeping up with me in FB. Now, this is bitching time.
I don't know if ever people have experience such shits. I think I've said this several times in my writings but I am still going to say this again because I can't help it.
There are people in my life that has this knack for keeping up with me. I just don't understand but people just want to keep up. Or even try to be better than me in every possible way they can. And again, I don't quite understand.
Maybe, I am like this super awesome person like Einstein or Mother Theresa or even Obe Wan Kanebi. I mean, I'm just randomly giving out awesome names just to stress my point. And people just want to be like me. It has to be or else, I can't quite understand at all.
But it sickens me honestly. I sickens me because I feel I can't be who I really am. I feel constricted. I feel invaded. I feel irritated. I feel I get people challenging me to be better than me.
Of course everyone would advice that I should not even feel challenged to begin with because it is THE person herself that is so lack that she needs keeping up but I am only human.
Much as I try ignoring her but half of the time, I do get affected. While I know to be emulated means I must be great to be copied but I don't like people hoarding over my life and watching me under a microscope and always, always trying hard to be visibly better than me.
I use the word visible because I realise this person only takes effort to be better where other people can visibly take heed. And it sickens me.
Even as I type this, I feel nausea. And everytime she does it, I hate her even more.
Though my usual self always strive to break away from her following ways and be myself, the way I am, the way people love me for, I hate it when she tries so hard to even have a better life than I do.
I mean, what is her fucking problem?
While it is easy to just ignore, but my ignorance to many extend can't be just 'ignore' because she happens to be my husband's sister-out-law. Not mine, because I really don't have such relative so to speak in my life. While if one has such friends, the chances of discarding the fella is 101% but since she is married to my husband's brother, it is pretty much like a leech sticking hard onto me to some extend.
I have asked myself what have I done to deserve this and I realised, this has to be my payback time for all the bads I have done, the bitching, the swearing and the negative thoughts I have for people I dislike. Hahah.. otherwise, I can't quite explain this phenomenon. I just can't.
Hahah. Anyway, before I run out of juice. I just want to end this post to say that I am much relieve after writing this piece about her. I feel that I have let go a big shit I have been waiting to spill for awhile.
I just hate her a lot. And I wish her dead. There, I have said my peace. Amen.
It's been almost a week that I have blogged. It has been awhile since I-can't-remember that I am this busy. Work has been crazy. OF course I have my share of bitching about the funny people in the office, and the funny people outside of office ie. my personal front. Well, it takes all sorts to make this world and yes, all sorts to add curry spices into MY life. I mean, honestly, people just can't leave me alone.
I've so much to rant. And I guess I'll just random pick those that is interesting enough to write so people who reads don't fall asleep. Or treat this as their bedtime stories. Haha...
Yesterday. Ah. Eventful. I was in 1U for dinner. Well, I for one am a sucker for Carls Jr and the nearest to my home was 1U. So there I was. Right after that I thought of getting my face powder since I'm currently living on all the 4 corners of the puff cake (OK, I am vain. I am a girl. I need to look good. And I have got no flawless porcelain skin like Nicole Kidman) and there I was at the cosmetic counters trying to pick the right one for myself while waiting to be attended.
And as I was doing so, I lifted up my hands / arms to tie my unruly psycho hair into a bun. Eugene just rushed over to me and urgently whispered, "Hey, hey, put your hands down for Heaven's sake."
I looked at him.
"Err, I see stumbles of armpit hair sticking out!!!"
DARNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN.
And yes, I blamed the shaver. I blamed the super bright lights at the cosmetic counters that highlighted every single pores you ever own. And I blamed also the hair for making me tie them up because I was litereally a monster like that one acted by Charlize Theron.
I just blamed. Haha...
But prior to that it was even funnier. I went to the loo to pee. By the time I was jolly peeing, I noticed my 1 month old panty was at the brim of snapping. The left side was left with A THREAD holding on to the panty. IF THAT ONE THREAD snap, there it goes, I'll have my panty falling off.
Hehe... And I thought these days people make good panties especially from shops that is called Women's Secret. Certainly no secret anymore. Hehe...
Sunday.
Anyway, I have been ranting and putting a bit about people keeping up with me in FB. Now, this is bitching time.
I don't know if ever people have experience such shits. I think I've said this several times in my writings but I am still going to say this again because I can't help it.
There are people in my life that has this knack for keeping up with me. I just don't understand but people just want to keep up. Or even try to be better than me in every possible way they can. And again, I don't quite understand.
Maybe, I am like this super awesome person like Einstein or Mother Theresa or even Obe Wan Kanebi. I mean, I'm just randomly giving out awesome names just to stress my point. And people just want to be like me. It has to be or else, I can't quite understand at all.
But it sickens me honestly. I sickens me because I feel I can't be who I really am. I feel constricted. I feel invaded. I feel irritated. I feel I get people challenging me to be better than me.
Of course everyone would advice that I should not even feel challenged to begin with because it is THE person herself that is so lack that she needs keeping up but I am only human.
Much as I try ignoring her but half of the time, I do get affected. While I know to be emulated means I must be great to be copied but I don't like people hoarding over my life and watching me under a microscope and always, always trying hard to be visibly better than me.
I use the word visible because I realise this person only takes effort to be better where other people can visibly take heed. And it sickens me.
Even as I type this, I feel nausea. And everytime she does it, I hate her even more.
Though my usual self always strive to break away from her following ways and be myself, the way I am, the way people love me for, I hate it when she tries so hard to even have a better life than I do.
I mean, what is her fucking problem?
While it is easy to just ignore, but my ignorance to many extend can't be just 'ignore' because she happens to be my husband's sister-out-law. Not mine, because I really don't have such relative so to speak in my life. While if one has such friends, the chances of discarding the fella is 101% but since she is married to my husband's brother, it is pretty much like a leech sticking hard onto me to some extend.
I have asked myself what have I done to deserve this and I realised, this has to be my payback time for all the bads I have done, the bitching, the swearing and the negative thoughts I have for people I dislike. Hahah.. otherwise, I can't quite explain this phenomenon. I just can't.
Hahah. Anyway, before I run out of juice. I just want to end this post to say that I am much relieve after writing this piece about her. I feel that I have let go a big shit I have been waiting to spill for awhile.
I just hate her a lot. And I wish her dead. There, I have said my peace. Amen.
