the greatest sob story ever tolded...

just had the most uncomfortable conversation with an aquaintance over msn...
one that turned from uncomfortable to just plain painful...
it started friendly with the usual civil-mindedness...
so when a simple question of "so what do you do in your spare time" comes up...

lets refer to this person as X...

X starts telling me about how X's poor and how X can't even affoard to pay for food let alone watch a movie or hang out with friends...
after further probing, found out that X's dad left the family...
and how X's mother is left with heavy burden is flat broke...

felt absolutely sorry and ashamed of how i spend my money...








BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTTTTT...

apparently X left job of "image consultant" at november last year...
and have not worked since then...
X has "specific requirements" of jobs that X will only do...
X is in poly, and is not deaf mute or handicapped in anyway...

then the conversation took a sudden twist when X starts to attack my way of life...
my lifestyle and such, after viewing friendster profile and coming to conclusion that am filthy spoilt brat...
then started the furious ranting of "you-can't-walk-a-mile-in-my-shoe speech"...
because X life is so bad, sans father figure and too broke to go out...

pardon my french but, FUCCCCCCCCCK YOU ASSHOLE!!!
i don not have to justify my "charmed" lifestlye, or swap sob storries with you just so that you can feel better...

as 3 child's of destiny put it...
"the shoes on my feet, i bought it, the clothes i'm wearing i bought, the car(mrt ez link card) i'm driving (riding/sharing with the other 1 million communters), i bought it, cause i depend on me...

do i lead a charm life?
HELL YEA!!!
my parents love me, my siblings love me, i've got friends who love me and i've got whatever thats left of my un-nicotined healthy life...
i'm fucking CHARMED!!!

my parents worked their arses off so that they can give us what they didn't have growing up...
my parents think that travelling is essential because it shapes our minds...
my parents didn't leave or give up on me...
my parents expect only the best of what we are and not what they want...

X "CANNOT" work in f&b or service industry because X cannot take serving people...
X thinks that cleanning airplanes is the worst job any could ever do and that it makes X a saint for doing it...
X does not want to work somewhere too far, too late, too people interaction filled...
and X complaines and rolls in X's self pity and hatred from ppl who have not lost a parent...

FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!
X is so dillusional about X's state of pityhood that X wants it slapped on X face...
you don't fucking tell someone you hardly know your fucking sob story without wanting pity in return...
what do you expect out of whinning or so called pity life to me?
i plop out whats left of my $3.80 bank account...

i helped out at the family service centre...
have seen and heard worse...
when X has been given a choice to get out of X's shithole...
but decides to blow it because X think that X not working is society's fault for being so harsh and cruel...

if i had to hear another whine or complain drenched in self pity from X...
would have taken taken knife and carved out my eyes and heart apocolypto style...
because shit happens and its either you take a kleenex and wipe it off...
or go around whining with shit stunk in your face to every person in sight...

spare me the sob life story...
i've got cable...
your story is so stale that it makes channel 8 drama serials look good...
because your sob story is like fart...
a wiff of stench in my polluted air...

who the fuck does X think X is...
X does not even know the slightest clue of my life...
but jumps at the conclusion that am pampared like the prince of monaco...
X thinks that he is the greatest sob story ever tolded...

there was this episode where barney lost his bicycle and his friends and all couldn't find it...
now THATS sad, so sad i think i might have cried...

for some unexplainable reason, X can't work in F&B because X would blow up...
so much for someone with a sob story like that...
isn't a sob story like that suppose to be a humbling experince and toughen you up?
and not make you a choosy bitch over what jobs is considered worthy?

i hope X makes the most of whatever X's got of out of his sad sobbing life...
because i know people in worse shit that X's in and they're still keeping their heads up high...
but being choosy over paying jobs? then whining and bitching about how broke X is and then attacking my lifestyle...
you have got to be FUCKING KIDDING ME!!!


pls sell your story to someone who actually buys it...
because moi has had my fair share of channel 8 bad drama serials...
i hope get off your lazy arse and do something about it...
because bitching and whining will only get you a guest spot in my blog...

from the bottom of my heart i am sorry that your dad left...

but...










FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCKKK YOU!!!
you lazy brainless retard with an ego the size of singapore!!!
FUCK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!