Life, as it is.

I was going to write. And then I was not. I decided to watch a movie imstead and I ended up writing after that.

岁月神偷.

Catch this movie if you wanna have shed a lit tear or two. Superb acting by Simon Yam and Sandra Ng. My eyes were wet thru out the latter half of the show. Sigh! Nothing really beats kinship and Life can be so unpredictably vunerable.

I wonder the day I pass on, how many peeps will weep and remember me.

Sometimes we are so busy chasing or living the life we wanna live, we forget that Life is not juz about ourselves. In the world of millions, it's really amazing that we got to know who we gotto know. Call it fate or destiny, the encounter dun happens by chance.

I was/am there to meet you. And once it's gone, it's gone forever. It might just be once in a million occurrence. And at this moment, I feel so blessed to have known everyone of you.

Dun wait till it's too late.

And the line is drawn.

Another of my classic cursing when i am pissed. Enjoy.

You.


The culprit of lies and deceit. One who abuse, manipulate and gain leverage for the benefit of your wayward living. One who challenge my misplaced faith and trust in your sensibility to be a better man. One who think nothing about the ethincal codes of conduct. One who persist in heading towards the sorrowful path of self-destruction. One whose intellectual capacity and ability is only to glorify the condemning act of immoral sexual conquests.


You. And you know who you are.


Behind the face of a quiet deposition, you are juz a dirty, despicable rat thru and thru. I could have expose you. I could have rip your credibility to pieces. I could have shame you. I could have punch the shit outta you.


But you know what? I am going to watch you fail miserably in Life. The line is drawn and on hindsight, it should have been drawn much earlier. I was such a fool to believe that you deserve my help and kindness. I should have smell a rat (pun intended). The acquaintance with you has tainted my existence, and degraded the quality of my life. You muz be using too much 'dickhead' to differentiate between the 'cunts' and 'can'ts', cos your actions has proven likewise.


You are the kinda of man who will come and put NOTHING on the table. Sneakily, you will chew and nibble what's already on it, until the next 'table' comes along. Realise why you only have pretenious frens? Realise why you can never hang around long enough to forge lasting relationships? Realise why even your own family have 2nd tots about you?


Cos you are one pathetic, shallow, self-centered, selfish fucker (literally) who never put words to actions and think too highly of yourself. No wonder you dun walk the talk...in reality, you can't! Cos rats scramble around!


To highlight the severity of your liability, I am telling you this in your lingo.
YOU ARE SO FUCK-ED Up.


You have exceeded their tolerabilities by leaving too much poos and the rat catchers are cunt-ming for you. Watch out.





*To the unintended readers of this post, pardon my usage of profanities and sexual connotations.

And he says.

The angst didn't dissipate, or so they said.
'He remains bottled, aggravated and broken.'

But he is griefing. For the loss of humanity, humility and love.

He hides behind the shell of a human form and prevents his soul from the contamination of realism. Although realism is the proclaimation for survival, it is de facto the cause of eroding values. He refuses to conform to the system...a system where the rich get richer and 'elitists' are rewarded.  He scorns at those, while perceiving themselves as deserved/brighter/superior entities on the status quotient scale, can only engage their time in self-indulging gratifications, prostituting their lives to the chase of (warped) quality living.

Wat status quotient? Whose justification on the status quotient? Who have the right to quote others' bearing on that quotient?

You are juz fortunate and you still breathe the same air from the next man on the street. Your academic excellence, financial strength and outstanding attributes do not encapsulate you in the class of higher-beings. You juz happen to emerge from a source which happens to provide you more options in Life. It could have been anyone but it happened to/for you, you fucking lucky, pea-brained, dork-faced of a twit. And you still die and disintegrate like all of us someday.

If he ever loses his mind, he is coming for you.
If wishes do come true, he will curse you a slow, long, painful death.
If he has his way, he hopes a macroscopic-sized event occurs to reverse this world back to its humble beginning.

And he would love to see how you fat, pampered, self-absorbed shitholes survive in this new status quotient. Try being high and mightly and see how those you trampled on before return you the favour.

Yea. He is an angry man. SO?
You pray none of his wishes ever come true.