The Monkey Says: I Am Ranting. Finally.

Ever since I heard it in Maisons, This Is Why I'm Hot (yes that's the title of the song) by Mims never fails to make me bop my head a little. I never realised the lyrics were so repetitive till someone pointed it out on the radio today. Lalala.

And have I mentioned that The Sweet Escape never fails to remind me of those post-shisha sessions, along Jalan Damai with that 7 bumps, winded down windows, and those louds WOOOOHOOO YEEEEEEEEEHOOOOO with the five of us.

Anyway I'm still in my phase where I'm sad over nothing I know about yet I'm still sad and still am incapable of crying hooray. Let's all celebrate Wonderful Wong's misery.
It has been long since I called myself Wonderful Wong eh. Wonderful Wong. Almost everyone I know knows me by that name, heck, even some of them call me by that name. Perhaps I really am Wonderful. Or perhaps they're just layan-ing me.

Kheng Loon pointed out today that the symptoms I have on being sad over nothing and bladeeblabla are signs of depression. Walalala, as if.

The PM got married today. To some woman I didn't bother taking a second look at on the front page. I am an ignorant child, ignorant friend, ignorant citizen of Malaysia. So sue me.
But hurrah let's all wish he's happily ever after with his wife who happens to be someone's brother's ex wife isn't it. Yeah, congrats to you.

I am finally having a normal chat with my sister whereby we're not talking about how I'm rushing for my exams or how I'm getting ready to go out. And she has this tendency of calling me whenever I'm in a cinema. God knows why.
And she's like telling me what sorta clothes she has and what she's going to bring back and holy shieeeeeet! They're pretty alright. Damn fucked my sister says TopShop is cheap there and all sorts. I'm a sad sad child oh how I wish I was in UK.
Ok time to reflect on how bad I am for not studying during the holidays for my upcoming trials and how bad results will not bring me to UK after my SPM provided I don't get selected for NS.

Speaking of NS, ......... ok I have to continue this later because I would like you to see this chat of mine with my sister.

Wonderful Papaya Wong; intervention says: hahaha is miss sixty expensive there
Sheryl says: i have this white mini that i love to the max
Wonderful Papaya Wong; intervention says: its like bloody expensive here
Sheryl says: no dirt cheap here as well. cheaper than topshop
Sheryl says: zara in spain. omg like PEMBORONG
Wonderful Papaya Wong; intervention says: WTF
Sheryl says: the only thing thats expensive here and cheap there is MANGO.
Wonderful Papaya Wong; intervention says: im damn sad i can cry

How can.
And like Benni Benassi's Satisfaction just came on and like I'm not at UV Nation because. I do not want to further explain why.

Oh I am happier now. Because my sister didn't know I was talking about Miss SIXTY. She thought I was talking about Miss Selfridge.
Ok happier a bit.
Eh but no, if Miss Sixty is dirt cheap there she could buy some home for me T_T
God why is my life so depressing.

Omg I am in love with tunics. Shits why can't I have everything I want like some rich brat who lives in a cash register.

And why doesn't my fucking DVD player work!!!!! Ok it does but my dad is too lazy to plug it in because he's watching his damn football or whatever sports that is right now shittttzz la I wanna watch DVD la.
And I fucking want a Nintendo DS Lite ok. I miss Mario because Mario makes me happy T_T

What doesn't help is the fact that I'm not done with my Moral work. Hardyhar. And I have no clue about the Add Math project and shit I'm turning into a worrywart.
I, the queen of not worrying is now worrying over the one thing I never thought I would worry about. School.
SHIT LA WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME.

As you can see already, this is a really long rant post because it has been long since I had one of these and usually you shouldn't read these entries because they poke fun at things I don't like and I voice them out because I beh tahan already la.

Speaking of which. I hate it when someone tries to get other people on the same boat to step on one person just because he/she envies her popularity or how she is nice or how she is liked. Oh boy don't I sound like a hypocrite.
I am one. I do not deny. Perhaps that is why I secretly hate myself yet I love myself oh so much.
So anyway like wtf la just because the person is nice doesn't mean he/she has intentions okay. Sheeesh does that mean everyone who is nice has intentions? I am nice (or so I choose to believe) so does that make me like someone with intentions as well?

Must everyone dig up people's pasts and judge them based on that like hello. Past?
And must you look everything deeply and intensely? What's wrong with looking and laughing above the surface. Why get so attached and dip your hands in mud. Everything seems lighter and happier above.

Wtf my sentences don't make sense and it doesn't look coherent does it.

GOD WHY CAN'T I FUCKING CRY.


So when I typed that last sentence, I thought about the whole "Hui Yat has changed." thing. Perhaps I should voice my fucking opinion now if any of you bother to listen. Yes I admit I've changed. I've been going out waaaaaay more I've been, perhaps, neglecting all of you ever since I hung out with Ginny.
Heck, don't think I don't know some of you even say I'm trying to copy her.
YAH SHE'S SO COOL I WANNA COPY HER CAN?!
Eh please la dei. Just because I find someone who makes me happy (wtf sounds like I'm writing a letter before I elope with my one true love wtf) you all come telling me "Hui Yat ahhh this ahh that ahhh she ahhh last time ah, every year come for my open house wan then this year go Malacca then never come wtf this Ginny and Samantha and Chee Weng bad influence la."

AM I FUCKING OBLIGED TO ATTEND TO EVERY SINGLE THING YOU GUYS PLAN?!

Am I not entitled to something different than that monotonous thing every single year where you guys don't even acknowledge my existence only criticise me, telling me how fat I've become and how short I am and how I'm stupid and what nots whilst gambling and singing along to some suckass song which I dislike.

The thing I despise most is that you guys saying things like that in a group behind my fucking back and can still act hahahehehehhuhu in front of me. Do me a favour would you, if you don't like me perhaps you could tell me THEN start gossiping about me. Don't let me treat you like a friend, in return you become a hypocrite in front of me.
Perhaps you guys think I treat you like my second best and that you're jealous wtf but seriously I don't rank any of you and all of you are equal to me.
Just because I go out with some of you more often doesn't mean she/he's higher ranked in my life.
Those best friend shits are like wayyyyyy history man. I don't believe in best friends. I thought I did.

No I'm not done with my post.

Can all of you just fucking get along ah. Yes I've changed the topic I'm so sorry if you couldn't catch on.
Yes. Get along. Stop making me the peacemaker and stop making me the middle person. To call this one and then that one. Seriously I'm sick of all that okay.
And stop treating me like a lamp post please. I know I say I'm fine with it. Heck, most of the times I am, but there are days where I wish I could just walk off like seriously.
Especially when they are like what 3-4 couples and I'm the single one.

I know la I'm single you don't need to remind me ok.
And stop making me feel like I'm some fall back plan. Like calling me whenever you've had a fight with whoever whatever and ignoring my existence when you're hahahehehehe with him/her.

AND NONE OF YOU ARE WHAT YOU SEEM TO BE.

ARGH.
Don't laugh at my jokes if they're not funny.
Don't compliment me when you don't mean it.

Stop thinking that I'll be there for you 24/7 because I am not because you are not there for me 24/7.
If you think you are, hell, well I'm here to tell you that you are not. If you are, I wouldn't need to post all of this because you'd be the person I'm calling to let all of this out.
Stop thinking that you can get everything that you want just because everyone else decides to fall for your batting of eyelashes (if you're a girl) and sweet talks (if you're a guy).
Stop thinking that you need not apologise.

Sometimes things I do you deem as stupid wrong immature irritating yet you do the same later.
Stop thinking that we are BUDDIES because we are not.

Here I am, standing alone bidding all of you farewell because from this moment on, I have a shield.
Never am I going to be so foolish to let any of you in anymore because I am amazed at how all of you are capable of hurting me. Emotionally because physically all of you lose because I am fat and I pinch nipples.

Either you back off or you'll be electrocuted by my shield. Bzzt bzzt.