Tuesday, 4 July 2023
Dear Idiots Passing By,
If you have received some form of basic education, you will surely be aware that prepositions are taught at elementary level in almost every language. So, when the prominently displayed sign and/or deliberate delivery note say(s) to “leave the item(s) ON the bench”, Just. Leave. The. Item(s). ON. THE. FUCKING. BENCH. You are not going to win any prizes nor applause for being “creative” when you:
- damage the parcel / my property by wilfully slotting it into the extremely narrow gap between my metal gate and door
(the last I checked, my house is not a post box)
- hang things from my door handle
(so that it can slide to the ground when I turn the handle to open the door if I'm at home?)
- rearrange my footwear so that the item can fit under the bench
(wow, delivery now comes with home organising services I didn’t ask for)
- stuff the parcel behind the bench
(why? when it’s see-through anyway)
The purpose of said bench is for contactless delivery, i.e. maintain hygiene and health safety. Not sure why you feel the need to molest our belongings. If you want to insult your own intelligence, be my guest. You only have your stupidity and lack of common sense to blame when the worst misfortunes (randomly bestowed depending on my level of annoyance) befall you and your associates for inconveniencing me and incurring my ire. Woe to you if I catch you in the act because I will definitely give you a piece of my fucking mind.
I also have a dedicated flyer box right outside my house that can obviously be seen unless you are blind. If you insist for whatever dumbass reasons to slot flyers at the side of my metal gate, causing papers to fly onto the floor / flight of stairs outside my house, so be it. I am not about to potentially endanger myself by picking up after your incompetence. Perhaps some day, you will finally understand when you slide down the stairs and break your legs.
No Regards and Go Fuck Yourselves,
Pissed Off Resident
Monday, 29 November 2021
Turning Point
Flung about by wild winds, flailing in mid-air, with only a shackle and chain anchoring to the ground.
When even that breaks.
Self-awareness may be the first step to acknowledging the problem, but not necessarily the first step to the solution.
Happiness is but a work of fiction.
In Other Words
Purposefully overwhelming and losing myself in various titles, storylines and plot twists to confuse my psyche and overlap my emotions to achieve the desired numbness.
Bad experiences can turn into fond memories to look back on when enough time has passed.
Even the light rain can soak you if you stand in it long enough.
Just a little more time, just a little longer.
”The first law of thermodynamics, also known as Law of Conservation of Energy, states that energy cannot be created or destroyed in an isolated system.”
Friday, 27 August 2021
Stumbled upon this random chingchong anime. Tadah. Not only did it unlock my closet 腐女子-ness, it also revived my bad habit for binge reading.
How tantalising. How mesmerising. What insatiable curiosity...
Tried reading the original work but alas, my chingchong is as good as dead (lasted less than 5 lines). Thankfully, the translations are decent, and funnily enough, more readily available. Another timely reminder that my English is questionable now, with work being like a cursed shackle, draining whatever little light and life remaining.
Nevertheless, all unrealistic things must come to an end. After reading the more objective comments, I finally woke up from my self-induced two week stupor. The light-hearted, more smutty canon chapters helped too.
Thank you, next!
Tuesday, 13 July 2021
Randomly decided to spring clean yesterday and found a trove of memories from another lifetime ago.
Looking back, feels like I was a completely different person. Or perhaps the realities of life have suppressed me for so long that my work persona is now my norm. Cheers to you, masked people.
From Happy Birthday cards to yearly Christmas ones, from farewell letters to get well soon notes… From people whom I once missed, to people whom I no longer remember what they looked like. (Of course, there are those who have withstood the test of time and are still here today. Or out there somewhere…)
Forgot how people used to write to connect to others. Nowadays hardcopies are scarce, MSN is dead, and goodness knows what other nonsense people have come up with to con juveniles and wannabes of their money.
It was a time of naivety and innocence, where the future seemed so dark, yet so bright; where we felt invincible, yet were actually powerless.
To those that were in the letters/cards, while I may not have all the memories and/or may no longer be in touch, I wish you all well.
(Thank the bloody heavens that cancerous music didn’t exist back then.)
Thursday, 13 May 2021
Toil and broil and slave away,
When to see the light of day?
Meanwhile charsiews propagate,
They don't think that far ahead.
#priorities #cancer
Saturday, 15 August 2020
When life imitates life; as though we are characters from The Sims where the templates are randomly reshuffled. Freakish coincidences aplenty.
酸甜苦辣咸。
私たちが全部持っている。夢に生きているようで、とても幸せね。
Which makes me wonder, why does a certain SOP make you only do the first four?
連俗稱的開門七件事「柴米油鹽醬醋茶」都有「咸」好不好...
Monday, 15 June 2020
やっぱり、言ったことが本当になりました。
How embarrassingly predictable.
酷い人とそんな顔でキラキラの目と小さいちんの人は一緒に面白いはずです...
“The gesture is very similar to the "ask for money" gesture, thus causing misinterpretations.”
Thursday, 28 May 2020
I used to have the energy to juggle two personas effortlessly; at work and at play. Being unapologetically obstinate, I refused to blur the lines, until of late.
Simply put: Work is only a means to sustain a living. Work is not your life, and have no business in your personal domain. Nobody needs to know my true self because I couldn’t care less.
(BTW, if you fall into the latter, you either enjoy/love your work without much suffering, or you have completely succumbed to the system. Congratulations!)
Yet the walls crumble.
At work: meek, responsible, subservient even.
(Yeah I know, what a joke right?)
At play: “go fuck yourself.”
Alas, being the typical general populace with remnants of your barbaric forefathers, they just can’t help but oppress the perceived “weak” to assuage whatever strange complexes they have. So what to do?
It’s showtime. No more playing nice. Even if the lines become blurred.
Go fuck yourselves, fellow rats.
A bubbling brook once teeming with life. Weaving words was second nature; a joy.
All that is left now is a trickle. Withered and dried up by the famine of reality. What can I revive when my heart is no longer there?
Perhaps, this is it. I have hit my limit.
“One moment, just for a moment. Everything stood still; and the only thing I could hear was the sound of your heartbeat.”
Saturday, 23 November 2019
How absolutely fascinating.
First it was Family Guy.
Now South Park (S21 Finale if you are intrigued).
LOL.
Lover of mooos, polar bears, domo-kun, kapibarasan & sumikko gurashi.
A simple & happy life
followed by
a quick & painless death.
(In the meantime,
not let thyself go to waste!)
“Politeness is just another form of deceit;
a carefully curated facade to mask one’s true underlying intentions.”
Example:
Kindly fuck off from my personal space.
© Miss Mysterious, 2010
(Gundam Guy)
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