Rant rant rant
Jun 03, 2008 in Curse-spouter
The bloody problem with having your fiance, your family, bosses and friends reading this blog is, when you have some frustrations regarding certain issues (eg. misunderstandings, deadlines, arguments, lousy gifts the boyfriend gives to you), you can't blog about it, and you can't let it lose… so you're stuck with a killing pain deep deep down, as if all the shit in you is pressing against your innards dying to get out but they can't because you're corked up somewhere.
Just imagine, imagine yourself getting jabbing spikes of pain, and you know that its a huge big one coming up there, that you've just got to go, but you can't cos the toilet's blocked.
Right now that's exactly how I'm feeling.
…
I used to have a private, private blog somewhere, so that I can actually pump in the disgusting things I have to say about other people. (What? I can't have rants against people is it? Being 28 means I can't be normal and get angry and frustrated when I slam into road blocks is it? I'm not talking literal road blocks of course, use your brains.)
…
No the point is, this whole thing some times gets on my nerves. MY uncle reads this blog you know? He calls my mom every once in a while and tell her stuff like, 'Hey you know the other day I read your daughter's blog and I read that she cried really badly when the rabbit died…' and my mom tells me about it when I get home.
And then I have the occasional, annoying AsiaWorks prick walking into this site and reading my stuff, two weeks later when I bump into the guy he looks at me and says, 'hey you use a lot of jargon in your posts yah.'
(Chun Beng I wasn't talking about you, really. Really really. ps I only wrote your name cos I know you can take a joke and have what you have.)
Or I have a pastor reading this blog too, so I can't get too liberal with the expletives. Because of course, there are under aged people reading all of this, and I have to be a good witness for God. Good girls don't swear because they do all good things for the glory of God.
What ever.
…
I think I'm going to go back to that personal very private blog and make out with the alter ego bitch in me.