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I got number 2.

One of my first responses were, "WTF. Why can't I ever win a lucky draw instead?"

So, automatically, we are going to the next level.

Malas nak layan.

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I think I've added another person to my hate list. My lady boss.

OMG. Today, she purposely humiliated me AGAIN. The irony thing is, she did that after she gave a short speech, "Saya ingin memohon maaf sebelum bulan puasa ni...Kalau ada terasa hati ke...Bukan saja salah sebelum ini, tapi juga salah selepas ini..."

She's such a fake kan!

I forgave her once or twice before. I seriously don't understand why she likes to target on me! Like, I have tried all my best to avoid her. She really has no reason to do that. What is your fucking problem, woman?!

After that, I called my husband, I was just this close to break down. I hate working here. I hate living here. I want to move away far from here. I'll show her one day. I'll show everyone one day.

I read this week's Postsecret. There's one secret telling about how he imagined murdering all his wife's ex-boyfriends. I thought that was sick. How could you wish death upon a person?

I came home, thinking about what happened this morning, and I imagined killing her. I imagined her die. That's when I realize how much I hate my lady boss.

Yes, I possess the sick thought of killing the person I really hate. Then, I thought again, I did have those imaginations before. When I hated other people before this. It's just that, I haven't hated anybody in a really long time that I forgot.

I hate her. I am going to leave this place. Then, I'll become famous and let her know. I won't ever talk to her, or even acknowledge her. I will have this grudge until the day I die. And I don't think I will ever forgive her. Let God asks me, and I will tell Him how I am really hurt by her.

Semoga Tuhan membalas dengan nikmat pada diri saya.

At this instance, I wish I am back at a shooting range and release hundreds of gunshots! I remember how good I felt afterward. Did you know I am an accurate shooter? Once, there were bottles tied to strings, and I was able to shoot the strings, multiple times, consecutively, even strangers clapped for me.

I wish I could blow up her head.

You must be thinking I am so sick. But that's the truth.