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Cherry L. is a dessert junkie and self-proclaimed psycho genius dreaming of world domination while creatively avoiding scandals. When not engaged in social interactions, she subconsciously slips off into a parallel universe. Easily distracted by pretty boys and strange objects. Her demonic kiasu-ness and notorious procrastination are genetic.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

If You Think Life Is Hard

Yes, it is.

Because everyone's fucked up in the brain and you yourself probably are too. And fucked up people are not able to get along with each other.

Dad is a @#$% for leaving us here with his @#$$ problems. It's not that I don't have enough issues on my own and I have to deal with his. 

Says who? 

Fuck it lah you stupid money suckers who were never lucky enough to be born in a rich family and the only delusion you have of temporarily gaining power is by ordering other people around and telling them what you think. I'd bet you can't even make 1 million ringgit in your fucking lifetime. Don't even bother to mention being able to loosing 10 million and sneeze about it. Don't talk as if you have even earned more than 50k worth of assets in your life before. Plus 70% of your house probably still belongs to the bank. Let's hope you don't break an arm in an accident or whatever.

You dare laugh at other people loosing money. I can just make you cry by doodling on your car. So shut it because your endurance level isn't that high when people decide to counter your attack.

It's absolutely moronic. Why are these people who have 0 achievements in their own life trying to give me solid advise? Based on what? Their ass isit? If your plan was so fucking great, you would have become the next Uncle Lim already, not some kelefer employee earning less that 5k a month, 110% is to pay off your debts and the balance you borrow from even stupider people. Don't just jump into other people's Ferrari and think you're a better driver.

Yah, it's obvious you're jealous with jealously and greed. And you try to conceal it by making accusations at every little act of mine, talking as it's a sin if I can afford splurging (when it doesn't even qualify). Like, does it matter that much that the charsiew wanton mee is 50 sen more expensive than the one you normally eat? For that, I am persecuted for overspending. If that's the case, if you're such a saint, go donate your extra money to poor people la, instead of being so calculative.

Look there are plenty of rich asses out there (and a whole tonne who pretend that they are as well). Then what are you going to do? Scold everyone isit? Don't you realize your insecurity and inferiority is so disgusting? If you have any more sense of social etiquette (and pride in yourself), please keep your complexes to yourself instead of trying to justify your pathetic position every chance you can. I know you think everyone richer than you is an asshole, but looking from a different perspective, you're poor and you rather waste your reserves by denying that you're not by pinning the blame on other people.

So STFU and stare at yourself in your own pee before strutting around judging people. If you're unlucky, you might get hit by a brick one day by people who don't know how to blog out their anger instead.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

WHY YES!

For women, getting married is apparently the ONLY solution to everything in life. 

You guys (and some women) will never understand.

Ref: 
Page 1; Lazy Women's Survival Guide 101
Page 3; Overnight Success Stories
Page 4; Best Investments You'll Ever Make in Your Life 
Page 1; Decisions in Life That Will Never Go Wrong 
Page 5; Success In Life; Guaranteed 
Page 3; How To Get Rich Without Ever Needed To Work
Page 1; Saving Face
Page 1; Saving Family Face
Page 4; Instant Ego Boost
Page 1; Change Your Life Without Ever Bothering About Changing Yourself
Page 7; Leverage in Society
Last Page; Every fairy tale book ever existed

Ya, so stop criticizing and judging women who get married however fast they want. 

Good men who are willing to buy us a house, car, food and everything under the roof of the department store for the rest of our lives are selling like hot cakes. Grab one while it's hot if not you're just dumb. Must grab like those kiasu aunties over the discount basket during mega sale ok?

Monday, August 2, 2010

Happy 2nd Birthday My Red Bean Romance

The day I created you, I knew that my life would be miserable and messed up to the max. My so-called Red Bean Romance was exactly how I depicted it to be, so I'm not complaining. I also kinda fathomed that the contents I posted in you wouldn't be as pink and cute as the layout but I kept the theme anyways so that I can come to you looking for solace and comfort (and hopefully my mood is colour coordinated with yours). At least, you don't answer back and judge me, and always made me feel like my rants made some sense if any.

Tragic birthdays? 4 so far make it to the list, don't wanna talk about the first 3. This year, dad's sick. 

Why do bad things happen, I will never know, and I don't care to figure out anymore. I thought, if its God's will dad recovers, he'll recover even if we don't openly ask for it but for some reason God doesn't wanna heal, even if the whole country prays, tragedy is still unavoidable. Like his last operation. Everyone prayed like crazy, but it didn't work out as hoped. Then we'll just wonder, did we not pray and have faith enough and end up beating ourselves over it.

Mebbe I've been hurt too much, I don't want to have a 101% expectation that he will get well and not be prepared for the worst. Coz that would be the time it'll hit me x10 the damage. I wish to not be hit off balance if anything happens. No, it's not that I don't believe in God's miracles. I just don't have the energy to cry, beg, plead and stress and be expected to have more energy to swallow the universal grief and disappointment when he chooses omission.

Sometimes I think, why does it seem so easy to die, but somehow me myself, I don't make it? A lot of people just drop and pass on. Even like Po, poof, gone. Even though we expect it coming, we don't expect it coming.
 
Budak says, everyday we just attach excuses which hinder us from doing what we really wanna do. Like we hang around home because we make excuses that our family needs us. There's a lingering choice that we could actually just get up and leave and they would just have to deal with it. Then maybe at that moment, we realize that they didn't need us as much as WE thought they did.

I always thought that, if Po is gone, my bane of existence disappears too. I dealt it for nearly a year, lingering on always hoping that something phenomenal would happen to change my life to the better, PERMANENTLY. I don't think it exists, and I'm quite tired of waiting. I just live on temporary highs I create for myself, and to be thrown once more in hopelessness, rinse and repeat. I ask, what's the bloody point of life?! To go through this moronic cycle?

I don't think everyone has the power to forge their own destiny (like all those positive thinking books I read). I think they are called to it by divine intervention so if you're not the chosen one, then you're just doomed to banality. I ideally thought I could be someone special and so much effort and sacrifice was made in the process. Then at some point, I kinda think, actually I'm just a lazy person, being able to eat and sleep is good enough, why the hell am I always trying to humiliate myself by challenging destiny?

There I go again. Thanks for being with me nonetheless even though I'll admit that I wasn't the greatest blog mistress. I don't really believe I will become any more happier in the remnants of my life so please bear with me for whatever years that I have left.

Part of me wants to start life anew. Part of me is wishing for it to just end there.

My only comfort in life is knowing that there's an end to it.

Sincerely and sadly,
WK