Monday, April 9, 2007


when : Sunday, April 8th 2007, 1852hrs

why : freak accident, sliced ring finger (right)

cause : unknown (YES, UNKNOWN)

result : blood loss, torn nerves and tissue

outcome : three stitches

future : how the fuck would I know

Thursday, April 5, 2007

I was feeling all emotional today. Some shitty crap happened at work, causing my rising anger to be completely power-pressed against extra patience I grabbed from my hidden inventory. Ridiculous and highly unreasonable criticism and accusation that evil threw at my face. I felt like poofing the most powerful and evilest spell ever made to destroy his slithery tongue while he was talking all like shit, (at least I did it on my mind).

I was all tongue-tied, surrendering for pride, trying to forgive and forget, yet it didn't get any better till the last blabbering session. Another bearded freak was playing all muted and blind on purpose. I was trying so hard not to get carried away and explode a C4 upon his beard. I ignored yet the surrounding noticed. They could read my obvious mind, telling me not to think about that goatee so much, that I was doing all OK, and such thing that could burst my salty pride less tears at anytime for he was being totally disrespectful. Maybe he was just having a bad day, oh yes, let it be that way, or else I'd tie and force him to open his eyes and watch me just like when Alex de Large was forced to watch some violent movies by those mad scientists in Kubrick's A Clockwork Orange (not that I'm saying I'm violent).

Somehow, I kept being reminded that it is definitely fine to try to make other people like you, but then again, you can't make all of them do such, some people just have different mindsets and the hardest thing to swallow and digest is the fact that I have to agree on that.

Thank God I have my other half to listen and help me get through these sleazy glitches of the day. She soon replaced it all with such big relieving news that brought my sincere curvy smile back all the way. “I LOVE U”.

I'm now begging my eyes to do the usual rituals as the closing, resting in bare comfort, playing dead until tomorrow.

Tuesday, April 3, 2007

I'm in blue, caught by flu. I need hug by you.....Where are you dear?