:: The Bitchiest Bitch of All The Bitches ::
I haven't been out much, the weather's been bad.

Some good conversations I had yesterday. Old school days. With our little games of "what number do you want", rolled socks, Umbro bags with "RHCP" or Peace signs written in liquid paper...when classes were still conducted with chalk and board and the long wooden ruler...when everyone would rush to clean the boards after the lessons...the OHPs. Hah...kids these days have missed so much things.

Talking about kids these days, I have some things to say. Yes, I've been pissed. I have to pick up a piece of mouldy bread infested with black worms from someone's bedside recently, cleaned that someone's crap all the time even though I had no choice as my parents will be screaming at my ear for not being that someone's maid. As if having that someone to INSTRUCT me to "throw it away for me first" was not humiliating enough, and then...here's the best part....

Having that someone to call me "the BITCHIEST of All the Bitches. " because I wasn't happy with what I had to do all these while. And then having that someone wishing that she never had me in her life.

Talk about being an ungrateful brat. Having used almost all my belongings, my clothes, my bags, everything on the dresser, my beloved digital camera that I had to starve myself to get, and even lending my clothes to friends without my knowledge. And all these were done without ever a 'THANK YOU' being said. Ever.

And I become the bitchiest bitch. Thanks for that. I shall rest my case. Cos I don't wanna be childish over it, but I do have feelings like other people.

Would you dare admit you're wrong? I guess not. Just like all the other foul-mouthed kids around who sounds like they know the world, but have no substance nor guts underneathe.

Welcome to 'Planet-I'm-Selfish-And-I-Only-Think-Of-Myself"

Oh well. Life goes on.