I actually came up with an article on depression ... I was about to write it here until I met some F****** bastard male chauvisnistic pig (MCP)on facebook who happens to be one of my new acquaintances.

When he just added me he commented on my profile picture: "You are not bad looking." And he viewed picture I uploaded on FB. Then on the messanger, he said "I'm a nut case". Nuts enough to go to a loony bin. He said I have psychological problem and am very good in hiding my true self. Well I do agree. I was having some level of depression and experiencing some poor mental health. Yea? But so what? Did he need to go all out and to be that straightforward? People with depression sometimes are withdrawal. I seriously don't appreciate such confrontation. And I was being too polite to hold myself from screaming at him MCP. I told him in the end and he said he is proud of it.

I dislike this kind of people. I pity them since they are misunderstand lot. We are supposed to meet next Friday for some business matter. I think I'm going to cancel because I cannot work along with this kind of people. I don't want to get hypertension.

And I recommend all girls to stay away from him. This guy is good for nothing. I'm referring to his mouth.

Throughout our conversation, he kept on saying "there's something wrong with you" or "you are the one with problem." Just imagine someone slaps you in the face for 5 minutes in a row. This is what he did to me.

What a pathetic guy. His friends must be so resilient to his MCP's personality. His bunch of friends are crap too. I could not make myself from not saying it.

The final word to destress myself: THAT F****** BASTARD F*** OFF.

I feel so much better now. That is why I always say the majority of men I met are assholes. Now you know why.

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I always thought Indian songs are not my cup of tea. I always thought their songs are not as good as English. Why? Because my mum had told me not to.

But for the past two years, the bus driver has been playing Bollywood songs in the morning and evening. And so I have become accustomed to them.

Last year, the bus driver played this song because he likes it. And also a few bus passengers too.

So hope you like this song too.

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I always nap whenever I go home from work in the bus. The Indian driver usually plays Hindi songs or English songs, but last week I don't know what possessed him to play a horror film called CHUCKY. I wanted to nap so badly, but he played the movie making me wide awake. And the worse thing was I sat right in front of the tv. I could hear the conversations so clearly that I just could not sleep.

I thought Chucky is a horrifying movie, but it cleared my misunderstanding of the movie because I thought the movie is about some supernatural stuff, but it is not. Phew. Good on me. Now I'm fine with watching Chucky part 2, if the bus driver wants to play it.

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My mum told me before that I have walk in my sleep when I was younger. I have taken the blanket and walked in circles in the living room and then returned to sleep. And I have no recollection of it.

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I'm now banned from a high retail boutique because I screwed their mystery shopping assignment. I was supposed to check out their clothes, but I checked out the accessories instead. Though I checked out the clothes and asked the questions like the assignment asked me to, the company still didn't approve of my report.

I really feel like shooting at this company. First they pay mystery shoppers peanuts. Second they ask for the moon with extraordinarily number of requirements they want the mystery shoppers to check on. It's crazy. I deserved toe be paid at elects USD 20 and above.

And now I screwed up the assignment, I don't get paid at all and get banned. Right. Let them beg me to do the assignment again since they have not enough of shoppers to do their assignments.

I think I just need to take a break from mystery shopping. But I want USD for my pay pal!

I dread to think this retail banned me for good. And how can I screw up this assignment? Now I have wasted some money on transportation to do this check.

Well, I need to be extremely careful. Does anyone need a mystery shopper?

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On the same day of the previous entry, I met my ex-collegemate during reception of the seminar. She is of small size, bespectacled and short ponytail. Well, to guys, she is also very cute-looking. I was very happy to see her in the sea of strangers. I'm sure you can understand the feeling where everyone around you is greeting other people but you are the only wallflower at a corner.

Well, I'm not sure if she is happy to see me too, but we talked the usual things.

Me: You came here alone?
She: No, with colleagues.
Me: Cool. You registered online?
She: No. My company was invited.
Me: Wah... nice.
She: Oh... r u visiting XX's house with other collegemates?
Me: Hmm? What?
She: Yea, r u going to XX's house for CNY?
Me: When?

(Her expression changed)

She: I don't know ...
Me: You don't know? Are they going this Sunday?
She: Hmm ... I don't know ...
Me: Oh ... Ok. See you later.

It was an awkward conversation. And to be frank, I appreciate if she were honest with me when the other collegemates are going, because she knows when they are going. My ex-collegemates left me out in every event they organise. So are you kidding me?

Well, she think she can kid renaye. I just sms-ed XX and she informed me which other collegemates: Y and Z are coming. Simple as that.

I'm not sure if I'm just being too sensitive but I detected from Y that she is not keen to entertain my sms. The way she answered my sms was cold and not informative. I was just asking do you know how to go XX's house? She just replied NO IDEA. How can you not have any idea going to XX's house?!

Well, if one of my ex-collegemates happened to ask me about some gathering one of them is organising, I will be shooting them this: Why ask me when I'm not invited at all?

Maybe I should have just told that cute-looking collegemate in the seminar: You know I'm never invited to this kind of gathering. So if you think I won't be hurt by not knowing the details of the gathering, you are hurting me with your dishonesty.

My group of friends were smiling at me at the entrance of the seminar, and thanks to them, I was brought back to happiness.

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