Of things that are pissing me off during the finals: Part 3

Listen you worthless piece of shit, I do not know which country you are from but I’m from Malaysia. And in this country, most of us drive like fiends from Hell. So riddle me this asswipe, why the hell are you driving like a pussy when you’re in the fast lane? Seriously.


I understand that there is a speed limit. Yes I know, 110km/j on the fucking highway. But here’s the deal, everyone who drives on the fastlane, none of us abide by that. None of us. Personally the slowest I ever been- when the fucking road is relatively empty- is 160km/j. So again, why in the fucking blue hell is your slow ass on the fastlane? My car is red in colour bitch. When my Dad bought it for me, it says there “Extreme red”. Don’t tell me your eyes can’t see my “extreme red” car from miles away going 180? Can’t you move your ass fast enough for me to get through? If you really feel like you need to drive like a fucking pussy, then please direct your slow ass to the slow lane. Not the fast lane.



I have an exam to get too. Now the fact that my paper starts at 4pm and I left my house at 3.30pm when I live about 40km away from college is a non-issue. What is an issue here is that your drive like a pussy. People have places to get too, things to meet, people to do…or did I get that wrong…but the fact that mattered is, your pussy driving is in the way. If you can’t locate the fucking acceleration pedal in your motherfucking car why in the fucking blue hell are you on the fast lane?



Now, see I don’t like tailgating people. I heard in the radio they say that that shit is actually road bullying. And bullying is not cool under any circumstance. But when you are going what, 90km/j on the motherfucking fast lane and not moving your ass fast enough for me get through, it pisses me off. And on the road, I get piss off really fast. I’m sorry if I scared you when I tailgated your ass for maybe 12kms even when you’ve already switched lane. You fucking deserve it. If your ass have no bizniz on the fastlane, then don’t get on it on the first place.



Thanks to your pussy driving, I was 5 mins late for my paper. If I ever see you on the road again- I will end you bitch.


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Whenever a guy hits on me, I make sure that I am always pleasant and never rude. I understand that it takes a lot of guts for a guy to come up and talk to a chick. Especially ones that have a default-bitch-face like mine. I can never go up to a guy and ask him out because I do not have the balls for it. Literally and figuratively speaking. So when a guy hits on me, I try to make it pleasant for the both of us but will still definitely drive the point home that: “Yes, I am single” but “No, I am not available.”

It gets to me when these dudes just do not fucking get it. Hey asshole, just because I was pleasant to you doesn’t mean I want to suck your dick tonight mmmkay? It just means that I am considerate. Just because I do not tell you to fuck off and die doesn’t mean you should pressure me for my fucking phone number. I do not want to give it to you. You are an asshole. Harassing me will not make me fall madly and deeply in love with you.




Thank you so much for the douchebaggery you inflicted on me. I now have lost all faith in men and will now join the Carpet Munchers team.

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I have disabled my “Add as Friend” button on Facebook. I cannot fucking take it anymore. I cannot take it when college freshmen and juniors hit me up over FB just randomly wants to add me as friend. Listen, some people who live in the virtual world, yeah those people who wants “popularity”, yeah those bitches are the ones with 100, 000++ friends. I am not those people. I only add people whom I know and like. The people I add are actually, shockingly, my friends. People I actually have some contact with, have a decent conversation with.


Me telling you to shut the fuck up in class because I was trying to sleep does not make a proper conversation. Me telling you to get out of my way, do not make us friends. We sharing one class, when I don’t even notice that we were in fact- sharing a class - does not make us friends. Stop trying to add me. I will not be part of your quest to achieve online immortality.



I now have disabled my “Add as Friend” button. I also deleted 77 people off my FB, ones that I have been arsed into adding. If you’re not my friend, or frenemy, I have no interest whatsoever in getting up to date with your life.

Now, step away from the computer and go live your life in the real world.

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Also, can someone explains what fuckkery is this?




It keeps on popping out now and then. Pissing me off. Why is it doing that though?




Footnotes:

For part 1 of things that are pissing me off during the finals: click this.

For part 2: click this.

And now...a little free styling...

Too many words in my head. Too many stories to tell. Too many words. Too many plots. Too many tales. Assaulting my senses. Screaming at me in defiant. "Me!", they each scream. "Me! Pick me!" "Tell my story! Elaborate my past. Breathe life into me. Bring me into this world." Too many.



They scream out their cries of anguish at me during the dead of the night. They kept me up with their presence in my head. "Write us down. Don't let us die. Rescue us from within this enclosed fortress of your mind. Your imagination. Release us."



"But there's too many of you! I can't pick! I can't choose! I don't know what or whom to save!" "Should I save you, drowning girl? Should I choose you, tales of subjugation and oppression? Should I pick you, gremlin beneath the cellar? Whom? Which? Tell me! Tell me!"



"All of us and none of us. We are yours to rescue. Yours to give life to. We are but creatures spun from your soul. Your insatiable desire to be a taleweaver. We are nothing. We are everything. We are the core of your being. The reason you are you. We are you. We are your imagination, your eternal captives."



"Release us."



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I don't really do a lot of free-styling. Because when I do, the results of that free-styling is more often then not- is disturbing to me. Love it? Hate it? Feel the need to direct the Constantly Dramatic One to the nearest psych ward? Whatever rocks your boat. Just let me know.

Also haters, this is the best moment for y'all to make an appearance. If it's too difficult for you, then let me start it off for you:

"OMG!! This suck so much!!!! You can't write. You're stupid!! And FAT. FAT FAT FAT!!!!"

See, I'm helping you out here. Return the favour ya?

Could this be the end of the Constantly Dramatic One?

No proper blog posting today.

I had a shitload to bitch about, a shitload but all that have to go into Drafts and publish on some other day. Why? Cause I totally just had a major anxiety attack resulting in me running around the house shouting incoherent gibberish, pulling my hair out and then accusing Ghendut, my golden hamster of stealing the last Vitagen in the house. Ghendut is now sulking and no longer on speaking terms with me. Fine bitch! Fine! See if you can get by in this life without me. You are nothing without me! Nothing!!! I made you what you are!

..........Oh come on Ghendut don't be like this. I love you. Who's my number one golden hamster? Who? Who? You are....you are. Fine, don't talk to me. I got more important shit to deal with. More important than you Ghendut. You're not all that. No no, I'm sorry. I don't mean that. Goddamn.

Anyways my important stuff consists of 3 class presentation, one in Spanish (my tongue is going to take a beating for this) and Finals in 12 days. I haven't started on anything.

I am going to die.

P/S: Sorry if I haven't been visiting your blogs. I cannot do it now. I cannot pay attention to what you wrote for my mind is too preoccupied with my impending doom. Shit should be fine after the 4th. Ta bitches, and stay ossum.

PP/S: Ghendut is still not talking to me.

Of things that are pissing me off during finals: Part2

Yesterday I was on the phone with my sister. Somehow I mentioned in passing that I want to get a new swimsuit for my Langkawi trip next week. It was a statement in passing. Wasn't even a fucking topic discussion.

And then woman threw a bitch fit. Like seriously, out of the blue.

"Stop spending so much money bla bla bla, you never think of rainy days bla bla bla, mom and dad not getting younger bla bla bla..."

By this time I was being bitchy to her as well. I wasn't talking back but I was making faces and giving her attitude. I mean I was rolling my eyes and we were on the phone. There's no possible way of her knowing that I was giving the finger to the cordless phone. And then came, the million dollar moment of the whole conversation.

"Are you being insolent to me?"

Dude. Exact word. Insolent.

Huiyooooooo, wa cakap sama lu.

"No, I'm not."

"Yes you are. I can hear it in your voice. And you're probably giving me the finger too" HOLY CRAP.

"Don't you be insolent with me. Mom and dad spoilt you and they give you every reason for you to be the insolent brat that your are. But not to me you're not."

And then it goes on and on for 20 fucking minutes on how I am an insolent bitch that spends too much money. Now at this point you would be asking, how come you don't say anything back CD? Easy question. Cause I'm afraid of my sister. This is a fact.

That woman is fierce. Y'all think I'm fierce, people people....I have got nothing on her. When I was a kid my brother was the one who cycled me around the block, bought me candies and stuff. While my sister was the one giving me dirty looks across the dinner table and smack me at the back of my head if I so much put a toe inside her room. She reversed psychology me like crazy. That shit sticks in your subconscious for all time. Also whens she's pissed off she has an uncanny resemblance to a demented rottweiler. That woman is fierce ok.

So now I can't get a new swimsuit cause I'm an insolent spendthrift- according to my sister. Also, I'm scared that if I do get one...she will...uuhh..... off me for it.

So....yeah.

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Malaysia is a stupid country.

Really, do you know how long I get stuck in traffic today? 3 fucking hours okay. And do you know why I was stuck for that fucking long because the police have to fucking roadblocks all roads possible.

"Ouuuuu Parliament is going on. Oooouu we're so scared Anwar gonna talk and people would go hear, we're so scared, we're so scared so we gonna block all roads possible into KL so that people cannot go."

Malaysia fucking democracy = "Ohmygawd, political opposition. Holy crap! Block the roads."


Listen, huney. Fucking roadblocking the roads is not gonna make people love you, okay. What it does is just make us hate you even more. So stop roadblocking the roads, you piece of shit government and let the dude talk. Cause that's all he has. Words. He has no money to bribe a 23 year old into confessing a 61 year old man overpowered him and then sodomizes him ok. He doesnt have that. He only have words. And at the end of the day, money speaks louder than words in Malaysia. I know that, we know that, the rats in the parliament sewers know that.

So really grow some balls, stop sleeping during meetings, don't go blowing more models up and most importantly: live the "Islam Hadhari" way. Also enough with the roadblocking, you fucking whoresons. I have finals to get to.


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Today I bumped into this Malay dude who works in construction. He looked at me up and down and then he goes "Makan banyak nasi......." with a leer. Which translates into"You eat a lot of rice." Because I'm fat you know.


Oh so fucking original.



So I look at him up and down then I went "Oh aku rasa kau makan banyak babi sebab rupa kau macam babi." (I think you eat a lot of pork cause you look like a pig to me.) And then I realise that he was holding a drill gun so I get the hell out of there as soon as possible before he could think of anything to say back...or make use of the drill gun on me.

I feel sad for him. One day I'll get my degree and go on to get a good job and make a good living for myself. Doing all this while still being fat of course, while he would still be the uneducated whoreson that still does construction for minimum wage for the rest of his life.

Poor stupid sad piece of shit asshole.

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I have another paper on Wednesday for Feature Writing where I have to write 2 piece of articles within 2 hours. 2000 words each therefore that's 4000 words in 2 hours. My hands is going to fucking fall off.

If I get anyone else look down their noses at me when I mention that I'm doing mass comm- as I always do - because Engineering/Maths/Science/Medic student always look down their nose to mass comm students cause they think they are so fucking awesome and brilliant while mass comm kids are just bimbos who sleep around, I will chop off their dicks using a blunt axe and then spray pepper spray on the wound.

You think its easy writing 4000 words and coming up with ideas within 2 hours you fucking asswipe? Go try it yourself.

Waiting

I wanna blog. I do. I want to talk about this bitch that pisses me off recently but my natural ability to bitch have been made redundant by knowing the fact that results is coming out on Friday. So yeah. No blogging.

I just wanna crawl into bed and die.

Of things that are pissing me off during the finals....

Right. You know how some people NEVER learn from their mistakes? Yeah, I am one of those people.

I have extremely thick hair. Extremely. That cutting it short is really a risky move however during my high school years I can't stand long hair so I always had it short. Because of the combination of shortness and thickness of the hair.... I went through my whole high school years looking like a mushroom. About an hour ago I went and got myself a similar haircut without realising that it will become the mushroom hair yet again.

You think the first time was painful enough....but noooooo I have to repeat it. Again. Somebody hurry go get a baseball bat and club me over the head with it. When I say head, I mean my mushroom hair head. Meh.

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Allright riddle me this, since when is dressing like the goddamn Taliban is cool? Dunno what I am talking about? Here lemme show you:

Now I dunno when the hell it becomes cool but the last time I checked, those Taliban Jihad soldiers that came on CNN telling the world how they were going to decapitate the nice-white-lady-from-Oregon's head - was wearing that shit. So when did it become cool to dress like that?

Take that shit off. Wearing a vest like Justin was cool. Wearing those goddamn scarves just make you look like a douche. Just like 50 cent when he started wearing bullet proof vest and nothing else around. It ain't cool, its stupid. Therefore in conclusion if you dress like that then you are a dumbass.

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"Fudge you!!"
"Fu%k"
"Brother pucker"


Okay listen up. If you wanna curse just fucking do it. Just because you swap the words around doesn't change the meaning one bit. Just because you say "Fudge you" doesn't mean you do not mean "Fuck you."

If you mean it than say it. Don't be a pussy. If you are a pussy but want to say it but yet don't want to then don't fucking say it all you sonofabitch.


See I called you a son of a bitch. I didn't swap the words around or make it sound like something else. I called you a son of a bitch. And I mean it. See the difference here? Stop trying to be cute around me. Unless you are a kitten or Ghendut- my golden hamster, you will never be cute to me.


People have to stop pissing me off. I'm already on the edge with this fucking exams.


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"hehe. saw you on grease. add me. hehe"


Listen creepy weird psycho over Facebook. I appreciate the fact that you came for the show. I'm glad that you enjoyed the show. But I don't however appreciate the fact that you track me down over Facebook asking for a friend add. I am not your friend. I am not gonna be a part of your life mission of getting 30, 000, 000 friends.

I do not friend add strangers........... Unless, of course if you are a smokin-hot-soldier-of-the-Turkish-Royal-Army-who-speaks-no-word-of-English-but-has-an-uber-tight-ass. But you are not a smokin-hot-soldier-of-the-Turkish-Royal-Army-who-speaks-no-word-of-English-but-has-an-uber-tight-ass. You are some creepy weirdo dude from college that I don't want to have anything to do with. And your ass is not even tight. I've checked.



I'm putting you on block. He he.

Hiatus

Okay guys, Dramatic Musings is going on a hiatus. The reason? Final exams people, final exams. I got exams coming out of my ass over here so I will be back after my final paper is done and over with which is on May 2nd.

So by that time y'all get to see Opening Night: Part the 2nd and Backstage photos (trust me you wanna see the stupidity that went on backstage). So wish me luck coz I'm sure as hell needs it.....And oh I changed the pin up girls on the side there and added 3 more. Enjoy!


Ta.

For future references.....

Note to self for future references:


When you come back from class from an extremely tiring day in college with the knowledge that you NEED to study because you have a 10% quiz tomorrow- which you haven't even started to study yet...do not say to yourself "Oh, its okay. I just go to sleep first and wakes up at like 4am to study."

Bitch, it never gonna happen.

On that note it is 4am and I am not studying. I'm blogging. This will not end well.

Prolong the Pain

Remember how I'm shitting bricks over results? Noticed how I posted at 1 in the morning because I can't sleep? Know how I contemplated suicide by sleeping pills? Yeah....results right?

So today I woke up. I checked my college web account. Yes, this is the moment of truth. The Constantly Dramatic One is prepared. I stayed up all night for this. Bring it on bitches. One hour in front of the computer....nothing. Two hours....nothing. Three hours....dude, wtf? Usually its already out around this time.....

And then the phone rings....

CD: Hey babe. Wtf? Is results out yet?

3kc: Ohhh, I'm in college now. There's some technical problems so results will only be released on Monday.

CD:...........................................WHAAAAAT?!!!! MOTHERFUCKER!!!!!!

3kc: Yuuuuupppp.

CD: ..........................................

3kc: ................................................

CD: This sucks donkey balls.

3kc: Yuuuuupppppppp.

CD: Screw this. I'm goin back to sleep.

3kc: I'm goin home.

The conclusion of this story:

1) Private colleges sucks donkey balls.

2) Private colleges suck your money dry.

3) Private colleges are run by persons who sucks donkey balls with the only motive of sucking your money dry.

4) The private college I go to sucks donkey balls and sucking my money dry while making me stay up all night long in fear.

Ultimate conclusion:

Don't send your kids to my lame-ass-donkey-balls-sucking college.

The End.

Random Rantings

Mwahahahahahhahahahahahha!!!

The Constantly Dramatic One has done it!


See, I had a little thing I been wanting to do. If you hadn't notice, I have been blogging everyday since the turn of the new year just so I can see all the ten entries on my page is in chronological order . By date I mean.

Ten bitches! Ten! I has done it.

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This really goes to show how lifeless I really am.

Now you know.

P/S:

Results for last sem finals is coming out tomorrow. I am soooo excited. And since sarcasm is not as easily recognisable when read as opposed to when said, so let me just point out the fact that, that was in fact sarcasm.

Fuckity fuck fuck.

Most definitely be needing sleeping pills tonight.

ONE MORE PAPER TO GO.

TOMORROW AT 8AM.

AND THEN...

FREEEEEEEDDDDDDOMMMM!

Final exam.

Shit scared.

No more posting.

LALALALALALALALA

Game. Set. Match.

Term finals starting on the 1st and ending for me on the 4th. Then term break until Jan 14th NEXT YEAR.

Let the good times roll.

Though I am stressing for the finals and I can't seem to go on sleeping for more then like 2 hours or so without waking up and sleepwalking to my book, my exam stress is pretty much under control. Scared shitless, getting migraines and lost of appetite but nonetheless, exam stress is pretty much under control. Hey, its not like I'm puking all over the place now am I?

Anyways it had been a....tame term. Yeah nothing exciting happened really. Made a new friend I can really click with, discovered 3 people in college I really care about, them he-bitches that made my life hell in the previous term have left, and the bitches that I hate that are still around are leaving next year. Good clean term. Nothing out of the ordinary. Tame. Normal. Mundane....Kinda boring. Kinda sucks ass but yeah, ok. Whatever.

Then the 2nd last week of the term rolled in and here comes You and your Sidekick zeroing in on the Constantly Dramatic One. The plot thickens. Bitchiness baits were lowered waiting for the Constantly Dramatic One to bite. Icy glares exchanged. Snide smiles directed. Underhanded comments abound. Ahhh....

Game. Set. Match.

Welcome to Girl World.
Only the bitchiest survive.



But thing is huney, I didn't bite did I?
Coz your timing is lousy. Loooousy.

Why woman? Why the 2nd last week of the term? Why? Why can't you be all bitchy to me in the middle of the damn term? When I was bored out of mind and all emo bout becoming an adult and all that? Why? I would have welcome your bitchiness as an amusing distraction but now seeing that it is the last week, I am not gonna play that game with you. 3 days to go? I know you're good in this game and so am I, but seriously, even with you and me combine we can't create enough drama in 3 days time. Lousy timing.

Boo, you whore.

But maybe...maybe if we would to end up in another class next term and you still feel threatened by my presence onto your existence and if I have nothing else to do with my time, then yes, I'll bite. The game have been set anyways... and one player is already in. Up to me if I wanna play this with you but if I do then that means I actually have to pay attention to you and acknowledge your... existence.

So the only question left...are your worthy of my time and attention?

..........................I think you are.

Game. Set. Match. 2008.

See you there.

FINAL EXAM!!!!

ARRRRRGHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!