At approximately 7.35 am, at Symond's St S1 bus stop, in the correct order:

1. It's not my fault that the number on the bus keep blinking weirdly.
2. It's not my fault that I can't see the number clearly.
3. It's not my fault that I have to wait until the bus comes closer.
4. It's not my fault that it was the bus I have to ride.
5. It's not my fault that the bus was not on the bus lane when I waved it.
6. It's not my fault that when I waved, the bus was less than one meter from the bus stop.
7. It's not my fault when the bus had to stop two meters from its original bus stop.

So, of course it was not my fault when the bus driver told me, "Don't wave the bus to stop when it's already passed the bus stop."

Right??

And then when I thought the Maxx buses can not hate me anymore, turned out it was dead wrong.

Akmar and I was supposed to submit our assignment before 5 pm. We were planning to stop at S6, Opposite Symond's St, so that we can stop by the library for me to print my assignment and Akmar to photostat some of her stuff. Before the bus reached the bus stop, someone had already pressed the bell, so we just waited for it to stop.

But the stupid damn bus did not stop~!! In fact, it did not stop for the next three stops until we reached Britomart~!! DX Luckily, we managed to get a Free Bus that stopped directly in front of the Uni Library, or else we would be running up the Queen's Strret. >.<

Well, that's it for now. I'm going to eat, shower and then hit the bed. I haven't slept for more than 30 hours. And I need my sleep, like really need it.

Bye.

No, I'm not a sexist.

When talking about the men in my life and how they acted around me,

adlina : Why are all the men in your life seemed to be such... morons?
me: ... Now you know why I never  have a boyfriend before.

Not including my Dad and the respected ones (not that I'm saying they're perfect; they are humans after all), yes, apparently almost all the men in my life are... mentally disabled. One way or another. Cousins, siblings, friends, close friends, you name it, there must be something wrong with them in the head.

But, don't worry, I'm quite sure I'm not a lesbian. My fangirling over Johnny's boys and non-existent anime characters proved that.

*sighs* Guys are too weird to understand.

Not for the first time in my life, I wonder why people even bother wasting money on apartment rent when they are not even staying there.

A friend of mine has been house-hopping for the last few months. Our apartment, a friend's room, another friend's house and of course, we must not forget, her boyfriend's house. When asked about her house, she would just answer, "Oh, I just go there to shower, sleep and change clothes." And I could not help but ask myself, 'She pays NZD 175 per week just for that? What a total waste of valuable money!' And she doesn't even call it home!

She also complains a lot about her apartment doesn't provide internet. So that gives her reasons to house-hopping? How nice! *insert sarcasm here* Doesn't she knows that our apartment also doesn't provide us with internet and we have this contract with Whoosh since last year? Of course she doesn't know, she never bother to ASK. The only thing she ever bother to know is that when she's at your house, give her internet she needs to feed on!

( Being obliviously stupid does not make you cute! )
In a way, I'm in luck for her not being able to read this for the next few months, unless she get a continuous internet with her and decides to be a busybody here at DW as well.

ps. I just could not resist it; I got Paid account! Thanks to adlina for paying first.! *hugs*