Anyway. Before I venture into any bashing, here's one of the reasons why I'm in sort of a bad mood today.

Well, I had to spend at least one hour begging my dad to loan me 130 bucks to make a new pair of spectacles. Haih. Poor me, curse my right eye!!! Well, its not like wear my specs all the time, because I only need them when I read, but still!


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And this is where it all shall begin.


I hate people who accuse me.

I hate school teachers, who look as me as though I don't deserve to be in the top class. Yup, I am fully aware that I've never studied at all since ... form two, and I should not be in the science stream. But really, that wasn't my choice.

I feel overly narcissistic for saying this, but if I'm naturally intelligent or lucky enough to score straight As for my PMR without studying, it's not my fault. Not my fault that I'm in science stream, either.

I hate it when people go ... "Eliza, so how many hours do you study a day? Surely aiming straight As for SPM, huh ..." and when I just smile and retort that I never study, these people just stare at me with such pity in their eyes. I can almost SEE their thoughts ... 'Wow, this girl is going to end up being a toilet cleaner, one day ... '

I hate fighting. Okay well, I'll admit that I have a pretty evil tongue when I feel the need to use it, but I'm actually really relaxed, for most of the time.

And to think, some of you guys actually thought that I spend my free time trying to get famous bloggers to read my blog, so that they'd "promote" mine.

You've got to be kidding me. I'll even admit that I was sort of hurt by it. But thank God, a real friend was with me when I was receiving all the 'confrontations', and she just rolled her eyes and told me to tell them to fuck off if they didn't believe me.


I'm so sorry if it was in any way my fault, though. Though at this particular moment, I don't see anything wrong with the way I'm writing and blogging.


The puny 'lil writer in me desires to be read. Yes, I'll admit that much. I feel warm and fuzzy when my friends say to me: "Hey, I liked your story! It was really touching ..." Because writing is one of my hobbies, and if other people are entertained by what I pen down ... I'm truly happy. :D Massively happy, actually.


The feeling is even better than an orgasm. LOL.


Ah, but no, even though I love being read, I do not spend my free time trying to gain more traffic. -_- And it's really ridiculous how a so-called pal implied that I commented a lot at other blogs to whore my own blog.

See, basically, I comment at almost every blog that I visit. Because it's just an act of courtesy. It's like telling the blogger, 'Hey, I actually took the time to read whatever shit you had to say. :D' and for that, the writer should be sort of grateful that airheaded old me took some time off my "busy" schedule to read his or her post, right?


Quite sad, really. It has given me a glimpse of a possible future ... What if I really do become a super famous journalist one day? What if I won the lottery and became filthy rich?

I swear, the people in my life are going to start bitching that I seduced my editor or slept with the lottery man.


However, putting the rants aside, I can't help thinking that the past two months have been the best times of my life. I've never been more relaxed, never been happier. :D (Of course, assuming that I haven't tasted even a lil' bit of SPM Blues ... )


But sometimes, it's just not all that easy to be me. o_O