Queen Bitch.


Fiona Ang's Facebook profile

Female.
TWENTYTWO.
Independent.
Will kick your ass.
Anytime.


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Interests.

Tattoos.
Alcohol.
Vintage Bikes.
Go-Karting.
Photography.
Trance.
Marilyn Monroe.

Talk to me.


2010 Desires.

Class 2A 29th June 2010
Class 3
DRZ CB400Four
Vaio Z58
HP Mini
My own house.

Run Away.

Katie.
Alcan.
Alleyson.
Jelly.
DMCD10949A.

Reading fun.

Shelly.
KennySia.
Cheesie.
Ah Lian.
Samantha.


Friday, December 09, 2011

Rah!

Never understood why people borrow money and take eons to return it.

Its so bloody fucking frustrating.

And they are running on ZERO automated response. Cannot be bloody bothered if they can or cannot return the sum.

WAH. *stabs self*

I hate the nonchalant way that they are when it comes to squaring the debt. I'm not having it any easier by being the collecter either.

"Sorry sorry, i forgot."
"Oh, i dun have it yet."
"Can pay by installment?"

What the heck you people take me for? A bloody bank?! I dun even charge any bloody interest!

"Sorry, i was busy."

Oh, so you busy then i not busy? I'm busy trying to make you fucking cough up the loan without making things feel "strained" in the friendship!?

That is it. I will N E V E R ever lend anybody money again.

No money? Dun buy or just hide under your blanket.


Fiona wrote about murders at5:47 AM

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Truth

To tell everyone that i am happy where i am now is just a blatant lie.

I'm not happy.

In fact, i no longer want to be just a staff. I want to be someone up there. I want to command my own team, my own bar.

I want to beat you, because you burned me.


Fiona wrote about murders at4:34 PM

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Anger

So fucking pissed off early in the morning.

Having mini black-outs, can feel my brain having spasms.


Fiona wrote about murders at9:34 AM

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

All the same.

First it was 3rd September, now its 25th January.

I've had my heart broken so many times. I sound like a whiny bitch, i know. But this time round its very different.

He was everything that i asked for. Patient, understanding, has abit of humour, some arrogance. The one that i had hopes for. 18 months i spent, waiting and waiting, yet nothing came out of the 18 months.

Everytime i look at Shrek i see you.

As i rode down BKE, i was bawling my eyes out. Vision started to blur, i didn't know where i was going, even though i had a destination. My heart was broken by you, the very sight of you holding her hand.

I hate the fact that you are constantly on my mind, no matter what i do. Even the bus stop at Newton brought you back to my mind. I skipped traffic lights while riding, because my vision was too fucked to see anything beyond 20m.

I hate you.

You caused me agony, pain, hurt, frustration, disorientation, loss, anger and sorrow.

I just want to go into a hole, curl up and cry till my eyeballs turn purple. I have that much pain. I gave you my world, just like how i gave every other person i had feelings for. You crushed that world, the same like all the rest.

ALL OF YOU DID THE SAME THING.

I hate all of you. I hate myself.

Just let me die.
Just let me die.

Let the pain flow. Drown me with my own tears.


Cry till the world ends.


Fiona wrote about murders at6:58 AM

Wednesday, December 01, 2010

Hey You.

Its been alittle over three years since i wrote about you here.

I've been bumping into your sister, and after much dutch courage (and alot of alcohol in my system), i spoke to her. I told her i knew her brother, but something in me held back the entire story.

I met her again yesterday at my workplace. She reminds me of you.

Today i reread the post i wrote to you 3++years ago. I felt overwhelmed with sorrow. It made me upset and i know nothing can ever change the events that happened that day.


Fiona wrote about murders at11:54 AM

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Today

Today, i've decided to give up.

I've supported you in every way possible. Gave you all that you asked for and more. But you still chose to go with the sweet young thing that broke your heart in the end. No matter how fuck tired i was, if you asked to hang out, i would.

I've never complained.

Not once.

Now, i think i've had enough.

Its time for me to let you go. You can be together with who you want, do what you want and be what you will. Your actions will no longer include me.

In her words, you are no different from *****.

I know for sure the both of us would never happen, not in this lifetime. Our characters may match, but everything else does not.
You need to live your life on your own. I will no longer help you.


Fiona wrote about murders at1:11 AM

Monday, August 23, 2010

Would you?

I would give up my world for someone like that.

Would you?

I am fully prepared to be alone for the rest of my life.

Can you make that decision?


Fiona wrote about murders at3:15 AM

Friday, July 30, 2010

The Storm

I sat, with a cigarette in hand.

Watching vehicles move past.
Watching the trees sway with the wind.

I watched, and waited.

The calm before the storm.

Surreal, majestic.
As if paving the way for something big.

Thunderclouds roll in the sky.

Eyes, watching and waiting.

Waiting for the calm to break.
Waiting to feel the first drops of rain.

Watching and waiting..


Fiona wrote about murders at8:01 AM

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Now.

The familiar number.

The familiar voice.

I never thought you would ever call me.


I listened to you, while tears ran free.
I knew you wouldn't be so cold hearted.

Your apologies meant nothing.
The anger that has been in me for so long, gone in an instant.

You offered your explainations, in a half fuck manner.

But all i really wanted to say was, i've missed you. And nothing else matters.


Fiona wrote about murders at6:40 AM

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Today.

Today i passed my 2A.

But it didn't feel as euphoric as passing 2B. This time, all lessons and test was passed at first attempts. I should feel happy, jubilant even.

But no.

Because you weren't there.

When i said i wanted you out of my life...I meant it.

Now, after so many months. I regret. But you let go of the bond yourself.



I dun know what happened with our oh-so-strong friendship. It was unbreakable, like diamonds cast in stone.

In the end, the tears still washed the dust from the crushed diamonds away.

You couldn't accept a person's change. But you expect others to forgive you for your change. Tell me, how is this thinking acceptable, even for you?

I am the proudest and the one with the most opinions, but i could accept her and gave her a second chance. You were the sweetest, with honeyed lips that made me laugh. But you still couldn't look past yourself to give others a second chance.

Why?

I knew the consequences, the backlash would come.

But it all snowballed into today, where you filled most of my thoughts.


Fiona wrote about murders at10:57 PM