Holy Shit

I believe in GOD, I do.
And I fucking HATE GOD.


This isn't a prayer.
This is me giving my CREATOR the finger.

The End is Nigh

Well it's 10.45am and I'm in the office.

2 days left in the contract.

Yesterday, the boss' boss decided
to have a nice, casual chat with me.

Oh yeah.
He spoke with me about
how much better I'll get over time...
about how fulfilling the job can be -
you know, like stuffing hot coals
into your pants as you're stabbing your face...

But after that,
when I asked if I'm being retained,
he replies with a 'not sure'.

Well FUCK YOU.

You know where you can stick
your 'valuable advice'?

Wait. Never mind.
If I don't get confirmed by tomorrow,
I'll show you myself.

And she won't be around to save your ass.

You little skinny, snivelling little cocksucker.


Normally I wouldn't give a damn.
But... circumstances have changed.

I need this job.
I need this job... so I can be with someone.



So you BETTER confirm my status,
you stupid little fuck.

Perpetual Loop

What the fuck is wrong with you?
You KNOW you can stop it.

You fucking moron.
For how many years have you tried?
Over and over again.

Every time you beat it down,
it comes back stronger.

Because YOU let it.

How long has it been?
7 years? 8? 9?

WHEN WILL IT END?

FUCK YOU.

Yeah,
lock the door.

Stand there.
Just fucking stand there.

You can move.
You know you can.

But instead, all you do is fucking stand there like a goddamn statue.
Repeating the same shit over and over again.
Why? Explain it to me.

You think you can take much more?

Fuck you.





I wish it would just end.
I could make it end.

Maybe I am beyond repair.
Maybe.


But there are those who depend on me.
And I'd die,
before I let them down.

So fuck you.
I'm staying.



And I will beat you someday.

Hilarious

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Convenience

Well it's 12.34pm,
and I'm in the office.

No clients to call...
mainly because they're all stuffing their
fucking fat faces with the shit
that they bought...
after fucking over each other.

Anyway, I just found out
that while my boss wants to retain me,
HER bosses have yet to make up their minds.

And there's only a week left.

I fucking hate the actual job...
but I... need... it.

Of course, I could just rob them.

You know,
it's funny how when you do it with a gun (or shovel),
they call it 'robbery'...

When you do it to citizens with
legislation designed to fill up your own pockets...
it's 'progress'.

Weird.
I never knew that getting royally analed
is considered 'progress'.

But it's for our own good.
FUCK YOU.
FUCK YOU.
FUCK YOU.

And now you want to "educate students about politics"?
Why?
Propaganda vehicles not working hard enough?

Oh that's right...
they have the internet, now.
Access to information you would've tried to
hide in the past.

By the way, for those of you who don't know...
there is only ONE ruling party
in Singapore.

Fucking democracy my ass.

Oh sure... they let that old dude from
Pasir Panjang hold on to his tiny district.
That's it.

See? The opposition DOES have a say!
Sure.
Never mind the fact that the
residents over there were
deprived of upgrades for their HDB flats (our 'projects'...
hell, even a basic MRT station (our version of the subway)...
for about a decade.

A whole fucking DECADE.

What?
They don't pay tax dollars?

Fucking assholes.

So yea... now you wanna start early, eh?
Get them when they're ripe for the picking.

Add to the fact that primary education
is COMPULSORY...
means that most parents have no choice but
to send them to public schools.

If this goes through...
the next generation of
Singaporeans will be even MORE like brainless sheep.

As if the present one isn't fucking stupid enough.






Now, onto the more important stuff.

I just spoke with her a couple of hours ago...
and right after the call ended...
missed her like crazy.

Yea... I'm not messed up at all.

But if this is what being messed up
is like...
then I'll gladly accept it.





I'll see you soon.


Fuck.
That sounds like a threat!

I'm hopeless.




Have a nice day everyone!
Just kidding.

Fuck you all.

That Time of The Day

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Damn

How the hell did this happen?
Seriously.

I can't understand it.
It popped out of nowhere,
and slugged me in the face...
with a goddamn sledgehammer.

Not that I'm complaining, you know?

But...
the plan was to focus on
getting (and keeping) a job...
continue my studies...
making sure my sister gets the life she deserves...
and then die alone.

That's right...
I had planned way, waay ahead.

It's Saturday morning,
and I'm... AWAKE.

OK really... what the fuck is up with this??

Oh yea,
and I can't even talk about
the shitty week I had at work...
because...
I'm... happy.

ARGH.
Please...
just pick up that hammer,
yes that one...
and introduce it to my face.
Really fast.

Now don't get me wrong,
I'll get into the fucked up
things and people that
I'd come across lately...

But for now...
I can only think of you.

Damn.




Also, to those who think
this post is lame...

It's OK.



Just kidding.
FUCK YOU.

Get the fuck off my blog
before I smash your genitals
with my shovel.



Have a nice day!

Well enough of that.

New Blog, Same Old Shit

Well it's 11.20 pm, Wednesday night.

Just got back from the gym.
Exhausted.
Big surprise, eh?

Anyway, after about 7 months of searching,
I finally got a job working for an international software company.

It's only a 3-month temp gig,
and I've just entered the final month.

Now the workplace is great.
Compared to the shitholes I've been, that is.

One of the main reasons is that the focus
is on getting the work done,
instead just being there like a goddamn zombie.

The pay's decent.

The location's good, too.

One problem.
The actual job.

I. Am. A. Telemarketer.

That's right.
I AM A FUCKING TELEMARKETER!
SON OF A BITCH!

Calling up existing customers every day to get them
to renew their maintenance contracts.

Each time I begin working,
I can see my soul from outside the window...
giving me the finger,
and running off.

Yep. The joys of working for 'The Man'.

Well at least it pays.

Enough of that.




Also, fuck you.
Whoever you are.
Thanks for reading!


Bitch.