Little Demoness

I’m not one of those animal rights nutcrackers.
I firmly believe in experimenting on animals to find cure for diseases.
If 3 chimps have to die to save a man, so be it.
If the last tiger on Earth were to attack a man, I would not hesitate to kill it.

However
While I was having lunch just now, I saw this little girl came towards this dirty little kitten. She then picked up the kitten by its tail and flung it away.
What the fuck?? That damn bitch ought to be kicked.
While I was contemplating on how to torture the little bitch, she went at it again.
This time she stepped the kitten, causing it to cry out in pain.
Then the parent or guardian or whoever fuck pulled the girl away.
Probably to prevent the kitten from biting at the fucker of a girl.

What the hell is wrong with these people?

I partly blame the parents for the girl’s cruel behavior. They probably will kick at a dog for sniffing near them. The daughter only learned it from them.
But I also believe that people are born with certain traits that defines them. And that girl has cruelty as one of hers.

Earlier I mentioned that I would not hesitate to kill the last tiger to save a man.
But if there are 10 million tigers in this world, and one of them tries to eat her, I will not hesitate to buy popcorns for the show.

Man and woman, and more.

Boring day at work.
Made fun at colleagues.
Commented on ugly people and faggots.

Question; why do faggots think that they are more artistically creative?
And worse, why do people seems to accept that faggots are artistically creative?

If you are a faggot, that is it.
You will not be artistic by being a fag.
You are just someone that deserves to be shot at.
Your mom wasted 9 friggin' months carrying you in her womb, and your dad wasted 5 minutes.


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Hope I didn't offend anyone. Hahahahahahaha. F.

David and Goliath

I was very tired on the previous night, due to the lack of sleep.
With Hellraiser 6 (actually I doubt that it is the 6th installment) playing, I drifted between the state of wake and half asleep.
When the movie ended, I too was about to end the night.
But no, the night would not end without a fight.
And the fight came in the form of a cockroach.
I grabbed a weapon, a deadly piece of wood from my unfinished project, and began our duel.
Even though I had the upper hand, the mighty roach would not yield.
After a gruesome 10 minutes, finally its life ebbed last away.
Victory came not without a price, for now adrenalines coursed through my veins.
My senses were heightened. I could conquer the world.
And also I now could not sleep.

Again today I zombied at work.


*edit: I changed the title, because the previous title was uncool.

Coffee Poisoning

I didn't have enough sleep for the past couple of days.
To compensate for that, I drink coffee. Lots of coffee.
Then my heart beats too fast.
My stomach didn't feel so good.
Felt like puking.
And right now, still feeling it.

I guess that when your body is way to tired, the miracle wake-me-up coffee turns to poison.

Monday of Morons

I'm slightly pissed off at someone. Someone from work.
Why is it that these people are so selfish??
All that they ever care is their own work.
It doesn't matters if the whole company is losing money, as long as they get their work done.
As long as their appear good in front of the bosses.

The Collectors

My dad has a strange habit. He likes plastic bags.
In a sense, it’s like a hobby to him.

Plastic bags primary function is to assist us carry home whatever that we have bought.
The secondary function is almost an exact opposite of its primary function; to store our garbage till its time to move to the Big Smelly Bin.

My dad’s story is that he will get pissed off if he finds plastic bags in the garbage bag (secondary function).
To him, every bag must serve their secondary function before being disposed of. He will curse and then pick those thrown away bags to keep.
The rest of the family however, ignore him and continue to dispose plastic bags whenever we see it fit.
After all, we have more plastic bags in the house than we need. And at the rate of the incoming and outgoing, the volume of bags is only going up.
Worse part is, my dad will even pick up those dirty and oily bags. This serves only to contaminate the clean bags, forever condemning them to serve as garbage bags, never to serve their primary function part II; to carry wanted things from home to somewhere else.

Fate is cruel, for she sees it fit for the trait to be passed down from father to son, with a little variation.

I too like plastic bags.
The smaller sized bags, usually black in colour.
They serve a more specialize function; to carry home audio CDs, computer CDs, VCDs, DVDs and PS2 DVDs.
These bags can be found all over my room; on the floor, under the bed, behind the desk, inside the cabinet.
They can even be found inside my car.

Fate is cruel indeed.

Saturday off

Woke up at roughly around 11am.

TV

Coffee

More TV

Poured vodka (Smirnoff Black) into a bottle of Sprite (1.5L), half full.

Drink from the Sprite bottle.

12 noon


...

What the heck did I just do?
Vodka in a Sprite bottle?
I'm still living with my mom and dad, not to mention a stupid sister.
What if anyone of them decides on a glass of Sprite?
Damn, that would be a waste of vodka.

D O W

I had to work today, and having to work is lousy.

Something most nauseating happened at work today.
I was calibrating some equipments when I noticed that there were other people nearby me. A bunch of elderly women, chatting while working.
I overheard them discussing about certain rape cases (or rumoured rape cases) before moving my mind back to work.

Then suddenly my sense of hearing picked up something ; "stripping slowly".
I was pretty disturbed by that comment from them, but what came next paints a picture most hideous; "we're old, nothing much to lose"!
Oh J Most Holy! That cannot be!
"mumble mumble... services... laughter"
ARRGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
At that point, I had no choice but to leave the place.

I sincerely believed that they didn't realise my presence there.
But then again, whatever it is that I was doing, it was pretty loud.
Hopefully my interpretation of their conversation is wrong.

We are all very familiar with the term "dirty old man".
I introduce to you, DOW = dirty old woman.
Or in my case, Dirty Old Women.

MAN: Hostile

I had to work today, and having to work is lousy.

Coming home, I met this little stranger girl, who for no reason greeted me, as a “big bro”.
In Asian culture, or at least Chinese, this is considered as a good manner, to properly address one’s elder.
So what was my reaction?
Did I greet her back and ask a how-are-you-doing?
Or perhaps smile and pat her head?
No.
I stared at her, and nodded my head.
What was that?

thus, MAN: Hostile.

The lone wolf has found its mate

.
well, not really, but i did managed to get a date today.
mind you, its not an intimate date with someone i have the hots for
but an old friend.
we chatted a bit, about this and that
but in the end there is a small rift between us, by the fact that are a few missing years
oh well....
but i still had a good time anyhow.


oh this friend of mine, she is a very pretty girl.

Anti-social

what the hell is anti-social?
i looked up on the internet and this is what i found (there are much more, but i'm just too lazy) using Yahoo!;

(a) callous unconcern for the feelings of others;
(b) gross and persistent attitude of irresponsibility and disregard for social norms, rules and obligations;
(c) incapacity to maintain enduring relationships, though having no difficulty in establishing them;
(d) very low tolerance to frustration and a low threshold for discharge of aggression, including violence;
(e) incapacity to experience guilt and to profit from experience, particularly punishment;
(f) marked proneness to blame others, or to offer plausible rationalizations, for the behaviour that has brought the patient into conflict with society.

so....
as i look though the symptoms, i realise that i am not an anti-social person, repeat, I AM NOT AN ANTI-SOCIAL PERSON.
now the question is, what brought up this idea that i, am an anti-social?
i'd guess its because now that my girlfriend is away, i'm either at work or at home playing PS2. I HAVE NO FRIENDS!!!!!!!
so i thought that maybe i'm one of those cool anti-socials, which i'm not.
i guess i'm just a lonely loner. or as i prefer to call it, a lone wolf.
whatever.


oh btw, this is my first post, as a blogger.
i deserve an ang pow, some of you might understand.