burning - the whitest boy alive

it's been a month and half since i've jotted anything down here. i admit, i admit that tumblr is pretty damn addictive as far as the easy posting and live feed on people i follow on over there.

do not worry. will still keep this place alive, i need a source to kill some angry hormones like how my fellow lize would.

what went past the month and a half ago ;
1. i've resigned my current job and moved on to another one,
(some asked why, some advised going downward might make it hard to go back up, one gave pep talk and actually mentioned if i thought it's good then that's the right choice)

2. my angry hormones is somewhat controllable now, people couldn't even tell that i'm pissed nor angry. (achievement well achieved)

3. company trip went on, too much duty free stuff bought that i am sort of the "drug dealer" in office now. not for long.

4. we have agree on things that we could conclude to right now.

5. my last day is on friday!!!!!

6. i know own a macbook. hee hee

the relieve is indescribable, the pain of certain things have been unbearable and i've been a chimney these days. seasonal chimney that is.

let me vent on what went on these few months, some people have been fake and immature. the fact that you are being the senior of me, you should somewhat show a better reference for my-sorry-self which is the young fart but no, temper tantrums fly every fucking time you do not want to do the work.

let me give you a piece of my mind,

"it is not what you fucking want but it is what you should fucking get it done with."

yes, it's not the first time one stood up for you already. all you do is say things that you will never ever act and take it as if it's a vow but at the very end. look at yourself, you are still not what you ought to be. speak with a sense that you would do the words that you have given out.

throw your fucking temper is not a fucking solution.

i am not at the point where i would be mean and ask you to take a look at yourself. please. please. please i'm calling out indirectly to you to shake yourself up. it is pointless trying to be it. just be it. don't try anymore you've got not much time.

pick either A or B, 1 or 2. get off of your fantasy shit.

wake up, get up, please. i don't want my last day to be the day i confront you, be rude and mean.

it's not that i'd give two fucks but it wasn't easy being around you. seriously, serious-fucking-ly.

you weren't easy to deal with at the very least, i tried.

i really tried but your perception's not right and you just need to wake the fuck up.






above have been a wonderful rant by yours truly.
i don't look forward to rant about one and i do hope you'd be the last i could ever rant about.