aZLiNa sPeaKs.. tHe WoRLd LiSTeNs..

And they go Oink! Oink! Snort!~

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.

Top ten things I hate right now

 

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!