There's really something in me that seethes with anger about rich, spoiled brats. I was driving and suddenly a Ferrari ran down on me. Like he owned the world because he drives a stupid black convertible. Well he can go shove his stupid car up his gay a**.

I was driving around the Metro. From Manila->Makati->The Fort->Greenhills->Manila->The Fort. Because the driver didn't show up, I ended up playing chauffer to my family and to my sister who was working at MC Home Depot.
Now I'm tired.

Actually I didn't sleep well and got to bed at 3am and to be shook awake at around 9 because yeah, I was in need of my pathetic driving services.

I have an addiction for chili sauce. One particular chili sauce for that matter. I want it on everything lately. >_>