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groused by plasticblackspecs at 10:59 AM
I don't know why I always feel guilty so easily like that incident of the Soursop Juice I really couldn't control the feeling of guiltiness seeping into me. I felt so bad that I caused all that shit and ruined the mood and everything. I think I sort of know why I'm like this because I still remember this incident when I was in Primary 3 there was this silly bookmark making competition and I wanted to win the prize so I designed this bookmark and begged my dad to go laminate it for me. And my mum then gave me a big lecture after that about the laminating costs and shitnits and I don't know what happened after that just that I felt so guilty and traumatised that I cried. It wasn't even a big thing it doesn't even cost a bomb just that my mum instilled a lot of guilt within me. I don't know if that incident has any relation to why I'm like that today but never will I forget that incident, I remembered going to my room and crying over it into my pillow
I kind of hate it when I'm super senstitive like that sometimes I hate it when I feel that way and I start thinking stupid paranoid things which is really oversensitivity and I feel guilty even though it may or may not be my fault. And I think this feelings become worse when I'm pms-ing. I try to control my feelings like that sometimes and they may not always work and I try to convince myself I'm just thinking too much....
groused by woochata at 11:08 AM
Get your own fucking gigs. After all that happened. I ain't gonna give away my shit so easily. I don't work for free.
groused by plasticblackspecs at 9:54 AM
I think I would have so much fun being in that particular para course with you. Oh well.
groused by plasticblackspecs at 12:13 PM
There's 2 people in my squad that I cannot stand to be with. They are getting on my nerves really bad.
Let's start with that Indian girl first. Yesterday she sat beside me and she bitched about non-existant mosquitoes biting her. She shows me her very non-existant looking mosquito bites and complains they are itchy and that she has sweet blood. That's quite alright except that she did that like very 5 minutes with a new itchy spot somewhere. That's not all. Today she sat beside me again and repeated the same bloody feat all over again from yesterday, with more new itchy spots filling up all the surface area of her whole body. And there's more. She has a "sprained ankle" today as well. She complained every 2 minutes her leg hurts her leg hurts her leg hurts and there will be people giving her advice and shit and then the worse part came when she walk halfway, she suddenly miraculously appeared beside me and then leaned VERY heavily against me saying her leg hurts and we'd walk half limping to the next destination. Me limping because of her weight on me. Then she will do it when we walk down the stairs, in the lift, just standing.... Funny why she doesn't do that during marching.
Then there's this other girl. Who openly flirts with every passing guy in the camp. Who thinks just because she was from girl guides, she thinks all those non-uniformed groups from seconday school are inferior to her. She offered to "coach" me in marching. Teaches us the malay commands like some instructor. But today when she was I/C in front of this sergeant, she bit her finger and shook her butt and asked in a sugary sweet voice how to give the commands. What a bitch. The guys in my squad found it amusing. The Sergeant blushed and in the end took over her role as I/C by shouting the commands for her. Wtf. Then in the bunks when we were resting, she'd would always call one of her army guy friends on her mobile and start chatting by saying stuff like, "I'm calling you now because I want to give you a chance to ask me out for dinner." Oh my goodness I wanted to puke when I heard that. I don't know if its just me because everyone seems to like her. I think I'm giving her a kind of attitude by not talking much to her. Today we were trying to move some furniture around the bunk. Obviously, she was trying to take the role of commander/leader. Me and my buddy was trying to move this bed out of the way do that we could move the cabinet. Obviously, the space was far
too small for the cabinet to pass through, so obviously we must move the bed away first. She started commanding, "Why you all moving the bed? Only move the cabinet what!" I replied to her immediately how to move the cabinet without first moving the bed away and made her sound stupid and brainless and she didn't look too pleased about that. Like I care. Gah. Then at lunch today she ate this rod-shaped ice-cream in a blowjob kind of way which is soooo bloody obvious and then the guys noticed and teased her about it and she started acting all innocent. Gag. Puke. Then do somemore blowing actions. Argh. Tomorrow we are supposed to have a mini test. Then we had night lesson today that was supposed to end late. She started whining loudly, "Huh? Why go back so late today? I want to study for the test!" Yes, yes we all know how bloody hardworking you are.
I really hope really hard when I start work I don't end up working with this kinda poeple. djhsajlhasjkdh
groused by woochata at 8:58 AM
Mom: Just shut the fuck up.
groused by plasticblackspecs at 1:02 AM
My turn:
Dad, why don't you just face the shit when mom starts shouting at you instead of vending your anger on us, or should I say me, when she's not around. I guess 'cos I don't have a job that's why it's always me. Anyway, stope changing the subject all the time when mom, or anyone for the matter, is trying to make a point. It's so bloody obvious you are.
Mom: Why you always throwing or giving stuff away?
Dad: Jimmy can't come play badminton with us tonight.
Me: Why you always opening up my mail?
Dad: Hey I wanna get broadband, you think our computer has the required requirements?
(I gave up on this one long time ago)
Now I see why I'm repressed. I guess that traits must have came from
YOU!
groused by plasticblackspecs at 7:54 PM
Parents suck. As a parent you either make it or break it, courtesy or Fish, and we all dun want to grow up and be like our parents or we do. Heritage, not the band, sucks. I'll let my kid decided themselves.
groused by plasticblackspecs at 1:34 PM
Guess who's back and online now. I'm entering semi-anger semi-denial stage now. Only one word can describe how I feel now.
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groused by plasticblackspecs at 9:16 PM
