now the rain is falling

i FUCKING FUCKING hate her. she is a bitch. i hate her. i hate the agency and i hate agents. it’s all fucking bullshit

we didnt get the approval. and im sooo sooo upset that it’s unbelievable. it made me cry. not to mention, i found this out when i was sending mi off. i was and still am so upset. i was so looking foward to it.

i asked her why we didnt get the approval. she said, oh she doesnt know.. oh maybe cause there are too many people which is complete bullshit. cause at the beginning she said she asked the landlord if it’s ok for 4 people to live in a 3 bedroom and she said the landlord said it was alright.

i hate her. SHE’S A FUCKING BITCH.
and she gave all these pretense shit that we’re going to get it, and i asked her if we got the place and she said yes. and she knows that i have to move out of my place by feb 1st in the morning and she even said if we wanted to move in earlier, we would have to pay rent for the individual days.
i hate her.

fuck.

my perfect plan is to buy a cactus and give it to her and accidentally drop it (oops, im so sorry) and make it fly towards her face so all the pins will jab into her fucking shit face. and when she takes out the pins, bacteria will manifest in her wounds and she will get gangrene and die of tremendous pain and have a FUGLY face while at it.

this is bullshit. why will the landlord reject us when we have signed the contract? why the fuck will the landlord reject us if she has spoken to the landlord about it previously? and why will the landlord reject anyone really?!? dont they all fucking just care about getting the rent paid on time and not destroying the place? why the fuck will she want us to pay rent in advance for the additional days if we’re not going to get it? it’s not like we cant fucking pay for it or get up to any shenanigans.

not to mention, her staff are either fucking morons or she’s an even bigger moron that doesnt know how to enunciate her name. (although one of the receptionists really nice) they can’t even pronounce the name right. it’s like *Jacelyn and everyone calling her Joanna. oh, not to mention, she doesnt understand English for shit and every question we asked her, she repeats what she told us in the first place in her stupid fucking accent, either with a “oh i dont know“, “i’ve to ask the landlord“, “this is the first time im handling this property” it’s no fucking excuse for your stupidity.

why the fuck is everyone being such a bitch.

incompetent fucker.

once again, i’m looking for another job -.-

and i met the most inept service person EVER at subway near my place. i mean, it’s fine with me if you’re a newbie so you may be a little slow but! it doesn’t give you the excuse to not know anything about subway AND not to listen to the customer. i mean if you can’t hear/understand what i was saying, you can always ask. but nooooooo. that guy is fucking incompetent, stupid and lazy. 1. we had to repeat our orders 4 times and to add on!!! he didnt even notice his mistakes. 2. he asked whether we wanted it reg or toasted and we clearly said reg and yet he was about to go toast it. 3. he didn’t know what the works was. 4. he didn’t apologize for his mistakes 5. he didn’t listen or pay attention or whatever. 6. due to his stupidity, he made 2 mistakes at the start of making the sandwich; he broke the bread AND he added the wrong meat. 7. his wrapping sucks. at the end of it all, he STILL managed to add the wrong sauce, so we decided to be nice and not tell him and give him a break. i should have told him to scrap it off and add the right one.

fucking hell. i wanted to stab him or at least throw my subway back at his face and ask him to make me another one which was exactly what i wanted most incompetent service person ever. im not going to patronize subway when i see him.

sooo.. the 7 quirks.

1. i break my chocolate into little individual blocks before i eat them.
2. i dont eat/like any seafood but fish.
3. i can trip over a flat ground. yes. im very clumsy.
4. i like to write in block letters when filling out stuff, i think it’s a habit developed from filling in all those airplane arrival and departure forms.
5. im very neurotic - wayyyy too many analness to explain
6. i collect postcards and write people msgs on them
7. i have a very very very big paranoia about bugs, jabs, losing people and dying.

was thinking about death last night again, scared the shit out of me that i was hesitant about sleeping. you know, the whole thinking about the future thing, how will i be like, where the hell will i be. fuck, how does it feel to die. and shit. where do i go? will i have any conscious at all?! im getting all paranoid and shit. it’s so bad cause it really scares me and then i start to stress out.

over the weekend, we went out to the city to find more street arts and we did and i suck at pool. and oh. baking muffins too. but i blame mr b for half of the mess we created cause he was the one who told me to add the perservatives or whatever the liquid is that was in the can with the blueberries. it’s almost like fear factor food.

pretty disgusting, yea?

pain in the ass.

seriously, i honestly have no clue what the hell im doing half the time. i think im going absolutely crazy soon with the whole housing issue. well first, there is this whole friggin mind altering decisions from mr b to buying a house/his mom helping and then, not helping/moving far from the city cause it’s cheaper/etc.. to add on, there is another issue with my parents. they dont want me to live with him as in not sharing the same bedroom. ho ho ho ho. wait till they find out that he has been sleeping over at my place every night for the past couple of months. apparently, moving in with him is degrading to myself which results me in being a damaged good. how is moving in with him in any way reduces my value? my value is not judged by society, my value is determined by myself. if i think im a slut, im a slut but if i think im smart, im smart. i think, therefore im. perhaps i should just be in some sort of sexual industry or disgrace, in that way, in their eyes, i no longer have any values thus, i cant lose any. fucking hell.

moreover, neither mr b nor my parents know about each other’s decisions about me moving in with him so mr b thinks my parents are cool with it and my parents think im his housemate that’s living in a different room. honestly, i dont know what to do. i think im just going to put up facades on both sides. hahaha. im not going to tell them about him getting me a puppy which im still utterly excited about. i think i’ll drop the bomb when i turn 21 which seems like a pretty long way to go. i guess i’ll figure things out as it comes.

i dont think i want kids and speaking of kids. hahaha. the bouncer at LC told mr b and i (when we were heading in to jess’s bday) that we will have very adorable kids. hahahaha. and oh last night while mr b and i were heading to safeway to get food for dinner, this completely random hobo lady talked reeeally loudly to me saying, “OMG! YOU HAVE A VERY PRETTY SKIRT!!!! YOU’VE A VERY PRETTY SKIRT!” then go and tells mr b, “TELL YOUR GIRLF SHE HAS A VERY PRETTY SKIRT!!! TELL HER! TELL HER! SHE HAS A VERY PRETTY SKIRT!” totally random and freaked me out a little, so.. we just smiled, nervous laughter and said thank you. haha. so friggin awesome. reminds me of the taxi ride, weird drunk dude cornering me at lounge and more random people

you gotta love melbourne

facebook. myspace. friendster. hi5. whatever.

i strongly dislike everyone who’s on facebook who is NOT in college or a college alumni. it has the potential to be like myspace all over again, that’s why i deleted myspace; fucking shit load of spam from FRIENDS (cause they didnt change their p/w) and from bands and the whole personalizing your page thing that can take forever to load. i love facebook cause all of my friends are in, i even managed to find a long lost primary school friend who left for the states and practically all of my friends are in facebook, it’s the one stop for me to contact anyone and everyone at anywhere. but now. im getting disgusting request from strangers to be friends. NO. im not interested in networking with you. i dont know you and the chances of you even talking to me or making any contact is near ZERO so fuck off. im not interested in having people i dont know on my list just as because. just like i dont accept foreign requests at friendster because it all usually ends up you not even bothering talking to me at all. im NOT interested in being just another random girl on your list. it’s not a fucking popularity contest!

so unless you really fucking bother to make any contact with me at all or know me. DONT FUCKING ADD ME and dont fucking add all the applications. it’s stupid and annoying as fuck when i get 50 requests about getting bitten, zombified, add this, add that.

IM GOING TO BUBBLE THIS WEEKEND

FUCKING HELL.
I JUST LOST ALL MY ENTRY THANKS TO FUCKING CS SHITTY INTERNET.

FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK.

im so fucking annoyed right now cause i wrote about drugs, deepthroat and shit.
FUCKING HELL.
i think im just gonna go get fucking drunk tonight.

fucking hell. im going to like pop 5 this weekend. fuck everything.

im so annoyed right now and to explain the pictures below, it’s just 7 pages of e-mails i got from the mass mail to all students in uni melb complaining about the re-enrollment, it system, uni melb management, etc.. and some random person sent out these funny e-mails which made my day.

im still FUCKING annoyed!

//edit: 4:41pm

I TOOK FUCKING PICS!