Fark fb.

Time: 11:21pm.
Date: 6 Jan, 2010.
Location: 2/56 Evelyn, Clayton.

HORRIBLE.

of all the things that happened since the end of last year... I learnt something...

When the going gets tough, it is just gona get tougher.

I feel like I've stirred up the hornet's nest and these aggressive buggers just took turns to make make my life miserable... Not only that it's making my 'Amendment Year' miserably hard, with it flushing my confidence down the drain.

yes, I decided to make 2010 'Amendment Year', of which details will be added when the time is right.. just not right now.

I do know that things happen(s) for a reason and that I should be patient to let life lead me to wherever I'm supposed to be. But why can't it just take me along the scenic Scotchman Creek Trail instead of rushing me through the farking underground? So what if it is a bad analogy coz the only Melbourne underground transportation line is it's City Loop... As everything is falling apart/changing around me, this blog is what I have blardy control of. It's like I'm life's neverending practical joke, man...

What spawned/or added oil to my already smouldering anger (towards the treadmill of obstacles that some higher power strapped me onto) was my farking facebook account.

BLARDY HELL. I've been using facebook for ages now and all these while I've been logging in with my msn email and out of the blue the stupid facebook said my email, that one I've been using forever... doesn't have a facebook account. like.. WTH?!??!?!!??!!

you know that closed door, open window shyt? It's been happening to me... A LOT. and this time it's not as good as it sounds.. why the fark would you wanna close the perfectly good door and leave A window slightly ajar... why not open MORE DOORS? I'm kinda tired of escaping through cracks of the closing doors in the nick of time, only to start playing hide and seek with your ridiculously hidden window.

Hmmm... sounded like the scenes from season 2 of Being Erica...

Anyways, back to the facebook thing. The only anomaly in my settling life that is even relatively related to my facebook account was... *drumroll*... Iggy.

no surprise there huh? ok, so he claimed that he didn't meddle with my facebook account but The Iggy works in mysterious ways... but before getting into the specifics, I wanna point out that dude, I'm happy for you =)

Ok. I should've known better than to let him use my pc. He has a way with things... like me, whatever he touches, his magical hands will magically change the properties of my properties... in more ways than one... regardless of his intentions...

What happened was when we came back to Evelyn Street after dinner with Wai Chien in Grain Express after work... I 'SUDDENLY' couldn't sign into my fb acc. like.. wth. It was working perfectly fine just before getting to work this morning. So after he left, I tried to log into my acc... apparently i NEEDED to use my monash email to log in. like... wth. fine. So i logged in to change the settings... so that it allows me to log in using my old msn account again. BUT guess what? It didn't work. SO... think I've lost my old account... like.... WERT THE FARK.

GEEEEEEEEEZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.... what's next? Brad Pitt getting married yet again to another woman? THAT would make my life more miserable....


p.s: Wai Chien, hope you have fun with your parents coming =)

pp.s: omg, met the awesome-st dog in Clayton today.. SOOOOO... CUTE... makes me miss u more, pipi....