Nov 26,27

Explosion, explosion, and explosion.

Couldnt be laid out in just words. It's definitely more than that. More substance than anything I'd ever thought, did, planned, wrote, said and confessed. Nothing beats these days.

today in history.

24th Nov 2005, Thursday.

I had it the way it shud be experienced. There was an internal combustion that I couldn't halt. I had to have it. Now that it's done, I am at peace and asleep.

holiday, end of holiday, new trimester, too free?

This trimester rawwwks!

With just 8 hours of shits a week, I am free to shit in the lavatory for more than 2 hours a day! No time limit, no boundaries and this reduces chances of getting bowel cancer! Healthy!

With ample of free time I really do hope I could get a part time job to finance my past time activities, else, I must promise myself to score distinction for this trimester's only subject. So we'll see which is a more pragmatic approach.

My mind just goes spinning with all the jingles and bells everytime I think of me being one of the free-est person on Earth to celebrate Christmas. With no stress on studies at all! I tried putting down a guidelind on how I will be spending my day, and I have approx. 2hrs to spend in the bathroom. I can't bath for 2 hrs since it will be wastage, so I guess shitting while reading a mag is the cheapest and most productive way of spending that 2 hrs. Man, I need help in time management for this trimester. Bye byeee.

my idiotic dog has to die..

Max is a brilliant dog, at least to me. He has been a great companion for the past 9 years. With his ever trying vigor of becoming a royalty, he has been proud and arrogant to the other dogs in the neighborhood.

So they fought under the bright sun of one humid Sunday, for the Piala Seri Anjing 2005.

Max lost. 10-0.

Came home broken spirit and wounded, he was given a welcome-home bonanza by getting spankings from me a gazillion times for trying to be Genghis Khan. His spirit was probably even more shattered then.

By night, he ignored the world. Not feeding his appetite – even when given meat. Not taking a sip of water and not letting out a pile of shit at all.

He just slept there, broken and tired.

By the next day, the same condition continued. We were figuring what’s the big fuss about winning this damn fucking piala. His feet were cold and he was shivering. We thought there might be an infection in his wounds. So we fed him glucose and then he had some energy to stand up, albeit shakily like an old man and went towards the gate and pee.

We clapped our hands. He slowly walked back towards us and slept again.

Next day, the condition just turned worse. He was frail and really flabby whenever we touched him. Even fireworks display, he gave no damn to them. Usually a huge performance of problematic attitude will be displayed whenever fireworks were exploding in the skies. And he’ll get spanked with equivalent magnitude of his performance.

Went to the vet, only then we found out Max had a fever. That’s why he was lying there like a salted fish. So it’s not about broken spirit or Piala Seri Anjing. It’s just that he has fever and has no mood for socializing.

After treatment, he reverted to his original copyrighted demonic form again.

And just this morning, at about 8.20am, he ran out and battled for the fucking piala again. Damn it, it wasn’t me bringing him around this time, else I would have known what to do. It was my dad and my dad tried to hold him back and that overzealous bastard dog punctured my dad’s palm at least half an inch deep and pulled the wound with his teeth sunk deep inside. So the wound is about 2 inches in length. Bleeding profusely, my dad has to gallop home and wake me up to stop him.

So I went in Godspeed. And that bastard saw me and he knew his chances of claiming his lost piala is near zero again. So he came back still gallantly yet very, very furious. I was scolding him, verbally, and of course he understands, and he tried to bite me in return. Thank God for those over the years practice, I dodged quickly and gave him my kungfu right in the face. He then stopped his bullshits and surrendered with his copyrighted ‘sorry’ by shaking hands with you. But I did not accept his apology. It has been happening for more than it should and stern action should be taken long time ago.

Why am I writing this? One is that this is a pre-memorial kind of thing since I am putting Max to sleep at the vet’s. His violent behavior can never be tolerated and accommodated by anyone, anymore. Two is to let others know that once a dog has fought before, the chances of it recurring again is high. It has something to do with their thirst for blood/victory or revenge shits like that. So Max will be gone soon, for good.

From this experience, I will never wanna keep a pet anymore in the future. The joy it brings comes with just as much shits. Scooby will be the last dog for me, for my life. Max has been a great dog for 9 years but I guess it’s time for him to take a rest. So don’t be surprise when you see only a dog in my house.

Bye Max.




Latest: I gave a call to the SPCA and the vet to consult them about putting dogs to sleep. From the vet, the charges will be RM70 for the lethal injection and RM70 for burial. From the SPCA, a good lecture from an Indian lady who said I am not being fair to Max…etc. I told my dad about it, obviously we are left with only the RM140 from the vet since the SPCA is not willing to go against their own policy. So, dad heard the price tag- RM140. His eyes were then blinking with money and he realized his blood were not worth RM140, so he said he has forgiven Max. See? Money changes people’s heart, very easily. So Max is here to stay for the next 5 years unless he joins another battle-for-the-piala.

the punani neighbor behind my house.

I was typing on my report for the departure list with my spirit already sleeping on the bed. And suddenly I heard someone yelled from the back of my house “YOU COME OUT! YOU BETTER COME OUT NOW!”

I was like “What the fuck? Who’s quarreling now?”

So I stared out of the window out of curiosity and kepo.

Hey that fucker is pointing towards my house! And it was towards my brother’s room. Sensing something amiss, I quickly went downstairs.

“YOU COME OUT OF UR HOUSE NOW! YOU BLOODY HAMSAP IDIOT! COME OUT NOW!”

Everything was in Mandarin la btw.

Knowing that my brother is handicap when it comes to mandarin, I had to step in. To clear the shit out.

I straight away got the picture of what the hell was going on. It was my brother, playing with his camera, practicing, and our back lane neighbor thought we were snapping their photos.

Bloody hell.

“Sir, we’re sorry. My brother has just bought an SLR camera and he was just trying it out and practicing. He meant no harm.”

“I DON”T CARE! I WANT TO REPORT TO THE POLICE! REPORT TO THE POLICE NOW!”

“Sir, this is just a misunderstanding. My brother did not snap any photos of your house. He was merely practicing his photography skills.”

“YOU THINK IT’S VERY FUNNY TO SNAP PPL’S PHOTO LIKE THAT? DO YOU HAVE ANY EDUCATION AT ALL? I WANT TO REPORT TO THE POLICE NOW!”

I remember him pointing his fingers at me so hardly like his hand was having a spasm. The other hand he was holding his flip phone there threatening to call the cops.
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Anyway, to cut the story short, I managed to apologise and got that son of a bitch to shut his mouth up tight like his asshole. Anyway, his mom did add in nasty remarks like we did not have any education, our parents did not teach us…etc. More interestingly, she even threatened me by saying her husband is the PRESIDENT OF THE RUKUN TETANNGA.

Am I supposed to kowtow and offer incense to her husband for that?

Anyway, I had to put up a Oscar Award Winning apologetic face to her throughout that 30 minutes of ruckus to calm her nipples down from getting an erection due to blood gushing into those veins, which later might lead to breast cancer.

So the commotion settled just abruptly like that when her fat bastard son walked away after making me saying ‘sorry.’

I wanted to fuck her and her stupid son so badly for their stupid typical cinabeng attitude. I am not being prejudiced towards typical Chinese, but fuck, don’t come mess with my life ok? I’ve had enough of shits pouring in and out of my ass and the last thing I need is nasty remarks like my parents did not teach us and we were a bunch of perverts peeping on saggy and wrinkled tits.

If they had sooooo damn much of education, they wouldn’t open up their mouths like a sea lion trying to catch a fish, blurting out illogical and moronic remarks.

Oh about moronic remarks..

That old lady, that bastard’s mom, which makes her the bitch, that old bitch..anyway, she claimed that my family has been peeping on her Indonesian maid and she felt very harassed by our actions.

IF YOUR MOTHER HEARD THIS SHE WILL DIE RIGHT AWAY, I TELL U.

WHO THE FUCK WANNA PEEP ON YOUR INDON MAID? I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT KIND PUNANI SHE LOOKS LIKE K.

She even added remarks like “Don’t mess with my maid la. Why you all don’t go get a Chinese girl? Why choose with my maid?”

There are times when you just felt like exploding and slamming these ppl's faces into the mirror since they just don't know what are reflections for? This is one of such moments.

I just don’t know how can she be sooooo stupid to even believe her maid that 4 Chinese guys are peeping on her? She even said we always peeped when her maid was having dinner. And she proudly claimed that she’s an educated lady while we are not. Whichever school she attended 50 yrs ago, I bet that school has been a school for those gifted with stupidity.

One of the grads lives right behind me.

I mean give me a break la, right, you find that someone photographing at the window back of your house as intruding your privacy, THEN JUST SAY SO! Why the need for yelling and screaming as if someone raped your mom, grandmother and also your great grandmother? Educated in Australia some more…no wonder you’re back here. (Cinabengs let’s sing – Welcome Back!)

However, after the entire fiasco, the old lady regained her composure, got her brains functioning again, no more acting like a monkey god and asked me, “what’s ur name ah boy?”

“francis.”

“ohh. I’m Lau.”

“oh hi Lau Tai.”

“where are you studying?”

“(my honest answer)”

“ohh my kids, 3 of them, all studied in Australia.” (so what? i don't see that they have learned anything there.)

“hahaha nvm la hor…ppl say bu da bu siang shi (dun fight won’t know each other)”

“hahaa really?” (stupid philosophy. why not try ideas like don't rape won't know the excitement of it? if wanna know there are many channels. through quarrels like this are stupid. yet they take it as a philosophy. i told ya, school for the stupids.)

“ok la next time talk to you again.”

“well, aunty sorry for everything.”

“it’s ok. Next time talk again.”

I slammed the door shut. So now you know why Indonesia has so much shits in their country? Coz of ppl like this. Ppl stand by their window in their room looking around can be accounted as peeping her. THIS IS MY BLOODY HOUSE LEH. I CAN WANK BY MY WINDOW ALSO IF I WANT TO.

I really can’t believe it. That house has 3 ladies. 2 are super fucking ugly and I’ve met them. The other one I haven’t but I am not hoping. That family is a bunch of freaks. Typical, nonsensical and barbaric. Never associate with this category of the society lest you’re one of them.