Friday, September 9, 2011

stay the fuck away from me

Fucking unbelievable.

I have a gazillion friend requests on Facebook. I admit, I don't go through all of them and don't bother checking who sends me a friend request, unless they notify me themselves.

But there is another reason why I don't accept friend requests.

Let's say I know you, and you sent me a friend request. If you don't hear from me within two weeks, know your place - I. Don't. Like. You and thus, will NOT have you as a friend on facebook. If you are smart enough, you'd probably get the hint.

But if you are not smart enough, here's a classic example of what people like these do.

Ms W whom I know from high school decides to send a friend request to me a couple years back on facebook. Note: I did not use the term "friend".

Ignored her bloody request, and she sends another. Ignored that, and she starts sending more. Ignore, ignore, ignore! And then, holy shite. She sends me a facebook message saying "Heya! Its me, Ms X! Don't you remember me? I've waited so long for your friend request!"

HOLY FUCKING SHIT.

Ignore.

And today, the mother of all bombs - she sent me a message.

Are you in the UK still? I'm in UK too! Would be great to meet up with you! (Message has been paraphrased)

And as soon as she saw that I am on facebook, guess what? Yes, she fucking sent another fucking friend request.

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? WHY CAN'T YOU STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME?????? LEAVE ME FUCKING ALONE!

Just because you know me, I know you - it does not mean that I consider you as a friend. I don't fucking like you. You try too hard to be popular and you are one big fat fucking leech.

Fuck you.

I will keep ignoring you on facebook.

There is a reason why I never keep in touch with you, or even meet up with you the last time I went home. Because I simply don't like you. Don't you fucking dare think you are in the same league as I. You don't fucking belong.

Saturday, September 3, 2011

my wtf life

I am bored. Because it is a Saturday. And I have no life.

Urgh! Sadness max!

I love the weekend, but when it actually arrives, I am bored. I oversleep and overeat.

On weekdays, I am only thinking of the weekend. Every weekday night, I think only about what's my dinner for tomorrow night. How very exciting.

Every Monday, I go "I wish it is Saturday already."

And every Saturday, I go "I'm bored."


"Wtf!?"