*MeOws..... oF YeSterDaY*
Books I have completed reading since January 2017:
1. Angelopolis - Danielle Trussoni
2. The Magicians - Lev Grossman
3. The Magic Circle - Jenny Davidson
4. Memories - Lang Leav
Friends and Enemies
Akatsuki: Nightmares & Dreamscapes
-beats in my head-
Chika-Chin's Anime Mania!
empty white space
In My World
My Blah blah Bulogu
My Little World
Sdovelly~ c'est la vie
Serene's Silent Secrets
Shuffle and Repear
Tolanic's Travel Blog
It's RENAYE, bitch.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Let me just borrow Britney's signature for this entry.
And before you continue reading, please imagine you kneeling down wiping the floor and then there is a bitch out of nowhere holding a fan and fanning herself and give you one kick to the stomach. She said "Hehehe.... you are the thief" behind her bloody pink fan. Can you imagine this situation? If yes, please continue reading.
Bloodyhell. That is what I felt for 8 hours. A fat bitch in my office today referred me as some "PENCURI KERTAS" (paper thief in English). Serious offence? Actually not. It's pure INSULT to me and her intelligence.
It all started last Thursday. I accidentally spied her dustbin. I found there were papers in the dustbin. So I advised her to discard the papers in the special box for RECYCLING if the rubbish is not any P & C ... and she said it is not. So I told her to recycle and she REFUSED, so she pushed to me, telling me "Nah, you take it la" as in telling me YOU CLEAN MY MESS. I was already mad at that point but I was telling myself to be patient; to not lose temper so quickly. So instead of glowering... I decided to just recycle the paper from her bin because I cannot tolerate to see a paper not being recycled. And I was surprised to see the paper in the dustbin was a photocopy of her IDENTITY CARD/ IC. And I was so kind hearted to shred the document for her.
Ooh... what happened today? The cleaner went over to her place to collect rubbish and the fat bitch said none because she added "hehehe ... it seems there's a PENCURI KERTAS in the office..." behind her elusive bloody pink fan. I got pretty boiled to the point where the thermometer bubble would burst. I ended up banging the table. Everyone in the office must have heard the banging but the bitch pretended like she's on cloud nine, still smiling sickly. And that happened around 11-ish in the morning and I still could feel myself boiling now.
Why mad for such matter?
1) Do I have to explain so many times that we need to do our bits for the environment? Do we want to spend every natural resource to the point of no return? And don't give me the lame excuse of "Yea since you recycle ... I would maintain the balance by not recycling" and yes Worm Worm don't be proud of that sentence. You only do that in politics not in saving a living thing. If yes, why don't you murder the person next to you? Just to keep the overpopulated world in check?
2) Dear Bitch. I pity you for not having a brain. I pity your husband. I pity your kids. I pity your generation for having you as their ancestor. I pity your husband for having an extreme self-centered wife. I hope there will be an environmental disaster happen in your home like flash flood for not recycling papers.
3) I have dignity so do you. I'm not a beggar so are you. If you step on me like you just did, I will ensure you I will have my revenge: I'm boycotting your wedding and I'm not giving you any presents and I'm determine to write an article dedicated to you, so please watch out.
4) This matter stirred something disturbing in me but it's also a truth. I'm getting advise from my some friends in the environmental ring.
TO HELL WITH YOU BITCH. I'm a joker and you are NOT. Please know our difference. If you want to joke, please think twice before saying out. You're fasting this month. What's the point of fasting when you just insulted your fellow colleague? Can you feel the pain of your fellow colleague suffering now? Can you?
Like Kelly Clarkson sings in her Because of You song "You never thought of anyone else, You just saw your pain."
What is Violence? Part 3
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Moreover, the sense of power derived from destructive acts is short-lived and addictive; it can only be sustained through further destruction. Compelled by their inner powerlessness, violent people continue to destroy, and when they find nothing more to destroy or find themselves prevented from further acts of destruction, they destroy themselves to escape from themselves, which are the source of powerlessness. In this sense, violence is not a reaction to external objects per se but rather a destructive drive arising from inner weakness simply waiting for a convenient outlet.
Wee Wee Wee
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Must be strange to my blog lack of new entries... But hopefully that would last only for this week. I'm having back ache and I'm feeling not comfortable to update the blog on the lazy chair. Hopefully I would be able to post the things I wanted to in office tomorrow.
My ear ... right ... my right ear is like having some unseen pressure .. it's pain .. but not pain but it's like the pain you get from an air pressure in the plane.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Today is very relaxing. I spent my whole day watching tv, sleeping and writing haiku. I finally able to write a haiku to my liking. I'm now off to writing a haiku for a peer review community on autumn.
And I think i'm going to see a doctor to get a letter to stay at home because my eardrums are.... not operating too well?
Aloha to the moooooon
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Ludicrous. I was warming up the car today and I heard a company is selling Kimchi mooncake and two other weird flavours. I thought Tai Thong's sambal lotus paste mooncake is weird... but kimchi is even weirder.
I'm waiting for my durian mooncake .................. (s)......
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
I wanted to explain what is haiku but my brain has ran out of juice at the moment so I will do it the next time. But somehow I attempted to write my version. And yes I know it doesn't follow the traditional version but oh well didn't I say it's an attempt?
the living room echoes
how i wish the reply
silent warm breeze -
ice cream at hand
I will remember to write on part 3 and the explanation. Of now, SLEEP.
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