All Shyt

I'm in the midst of reviving my laptop, adding another reason why it's meant to be dumped into the rubbish bin. It was sent for formatting last week, until I realised it wasn't equipped with an anti-virus system and several important software like Microsoft Office tools; call it idiocy? Once again, it was sent for repairing. However, things got even worst and I exploded in rage; to exaggerate a wee more I was akin to an erupting volcano - Demolition begins.

My files, 8Gb songs and movies, pictures of my friends and family - GONE
SHYT

I mentioned to him previously not to format my laptop again. But then all he replied was " I thought you ask me to format wor..." [ ASS HOLE ] Now I simply couldn't find any more reason to even switched on this shyt of mine. Pray that a macbook will fall onto my hands when I wake up next morning?

Moving on, dad drove to Spring to stock up food from Ta Kiong. Mum wanted to get sleeping shorts, I suggested F.O.S since they apparently do sell cheap and practical clothing. Dig through a myriad of clothing and mum got 2 pairs for less than RM50, and insisted me to try them on.

I entered the fitting room and was just about to close the door. Out of the blue, some imbecile bang the door several times shouting like an uncivilised psycho. I opened the door and an obese dumbass stood in front of me, barging into the fitting room and grab her handbag hanging by the side of the hooks. Then I realised she had left herhand bag inside the fitting room. She was cursing " boh ka si... got hand bag inside also cannot see [ in hokkien ] I retorted back " Bitch [ silently ] " Never in my life I encountered such an uncivilised dim-witted person. She obviously looked like some "o ba sang " using a cheap lousy handbag that I assumed beggars don't even wish to steal it from her.

SHYT TO THAT IMBECILE

I headed to Quiksilver department store to get a wallet. I saw a lady ordering the salesman to take out all the wallets from the glass shelves, flipping and examining every single of of them meticulously. Since I do not tolerate with impatience very well, I stroll around with mum to help her pick a Roxy handbag. 20 minutes passed and she was still coaxing her boy friend to choose.. [ pukes ] she's obese and her boy friend obviously reminded me of Amy Whinehouse with her drug-addict looks. 40 minutes passed, they left empty-handed leaving the poor sales man arranging all the wallets on the glass shelf.

SHYT - WASTED MY TIME

To elaborate more on my imaginary list of fury, someone has been using my "name" to comment on my friend's blog. Smearing my name by sending gibberish comments on her cbox. I shall abhor to cbox for now, being bloody useless for unable to prevent bothersome spamming or hacking. I wonder who's been ravenously "free" to smear my name among all the million people in this world. [ ASS ]

SHYT! My name is smeared