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Do you know the pet shop in 1u's new wing? Did you know they're selling a raccoon and 3 prairie dogs? HOW FUCKING SICK IS THAT?!

How can you keep those animals as pets? They're meant to be in the frigging wild! Even if you really,really want to domesticate a raccoon, there are so many problems you're gonna face: a)which fucking vet in Malaysia would know how to treat a raccoon if it's sick? how do you know if the raccoon is healthy when you've bought it? for all you know it might have rabies! b)you have to be aware of the raccoon's habitat. It likes to dig around, and it needs a LOT of space, not just a fucking rabbit cage. And that stupid pet store has absolutely no fucking space for the raccoon to run around cause it's already so huge, and the glass vitrine is damn small! Same goes to prairie dogs, they need a LOT of time and attention, and they're can be very aggressive if they're not used to you, I mean, they're frigging wild animals, for goodness sakes! Their natural instinct is to burrow, and they can't do that in a fucking cage!

Is there anywhere we can complain about this? Like WWF or something?? Fucking shit pet shop!

I don't have pictures but it's in the basement, where the eateries are in the new wing.

THIS MAKES ME SO FUCKING MAD!

Tu mulut jaga sikit!

I don't know why people think it's their fucking God-given right to comment every time I gain or lose weight. Sure it's nice to hear people notice the weight loss, but the way they say, 'You look much better now!' it's like, great so I looked ugly before? Seriously, I was in a much happier state before this whole weight loss thingamajig, so I don't really give a flying fuck if I look better or not, cause I'm not happy, okay?! Also, I know I'm not fucking thin like the rest of the chinks here, I know I have a belly from all the alcohol and fast food consumption, but is it any of your fucking business? I DON'T FUCKING THINK SO. The way you assume I want to hear what you think about my body is just plain fucking idiotic and rude. Fuck I should just comment on your fucking ugly teeth the next time, how it's all crooked and growing all over the place like fucking shit on sticks, how I fucking HATE ugly teeth, do I fucking tell you that? Do I fucking tell you that you should invest in braces cause your teeth are GROSS? Do I tell you that you have a BUTT UGLY face? The face that people only remember cause it's so unbelievably ugly? Do I tell you you have a fucking pizza face with all those pimples and acne? Do I tell you that you have a reputation of a whore? No I don't. Because I am polite like that. I don't go up to people and start commenting on their physical or characteristic attributes.

I can be a bitch sometimes but I'll only be one when I have a valid reason to do so. Like when people fucking piss me off. Consider this a fucking warning cause one day I might not be as patient anymore, and I might just start pointing out your imperfections just like you do mine.

Perasan!

So I was talking to this white dude outside a club, mostly about work, and when I wanted to go back in he says, 'Since we've been spending enough time talking and getting to know each other, why don't you just give me a kiss?'

WHAT. THE. FUCK.

Look, I'm just being friendly, we're talking about normal shit, I wasn't even flirting or hinting at any sexua activities, and you think I WOULD WANT TO MAKE OUT WITH YOU? Are you FUCKING kidding me? There are men in this world who are so full of themselves that they think every girl out there who talks to you automatically would want to eat your face? HELL TO THE FUCKING NO. And there are white men in KL who think just cause they're white they're like super damn hot? Fuck you, you didn't even buy me a drink. Plus you're ugly, you piece of shit.

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There are times when shit hits the fan. When you feel alone and helpless. When gravity pulls you down and time stands still, so still you can hear your heart pounding in your ears. But then, if you have someone to hold your hand and tell you that everything's going to be okay, time moves forward again. And you continue to breathe. And everything will be okay.

-fietheelf. Much love to the people who have always saved me from drowning.

Tipu!

Dear Garden Cafe in 1U,

Why the fuck do you call yourself 'Garden Cafe' when I can't smoke in it? Fine, the whole 'indoor nature' bullshit crap idea - I get that, but hello, at least prepare a corner where people can puff their lungs away! Because that's what you do outdoors, in a fucking real garden, you can fucking smoke. I really wanted to give you a try the other day, but as soon as I received a negative on smoking, I headed to my most favorite place in 1U to eat - Delicious. At least they have real outdoor seats. Not some tacky, fake-leafed-place. BAH.

Best,
Me

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You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.

— Jonathan Safran Foer

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What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.

— Chuck Palahniuk

Sakit

I hate being sick. I hate getting fever in the middle of the night. I hate waking up with a fucking headache that hurts so much it's like suicide bombers just crashed in it or something. I hate looking shittier than usual. I hate using so many tissues my nose is actually peeling off. Most of all I hate being alone when I'm sick, half a globe away from my big bed in my parents' house, where I can snuggle under warm comforters and watch teevee and be pampered by my mom who's always extra concerned about me when I'm sick. I miss the hot tea's and breakfast/lunch in bed, the excuse for getting anything I want.

I HATE BEING AN ADULT

/manja mode

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"Maybe some women aren’t meant to be tamed. Maybe they just need to run free til they find someone just as wild to run with them."

(sexandthecity)