Genetics.
(Thursday, June 28, 2007)
it takes bloody eternity to log into bloggerdotcom and by the time i reach the posting page, i'd probably be fossilise into some energy source in the future. in other words, i've made effort to update the blog but by the time i manage to log in, all the thoughts in my head turns into a big vacumn. curse you, blogger.
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as many might have noticed, a newly addition to my home has forced me to 'mind my fucking language'. according to the rascal's gradmother, the beloved woman that carried me in her womb for quite a few months, which subsequently brought me to life, the members of the family, especially me, to mind the profanities that comes out from my mouth. apparently, my niece is going to start talking soon and if her first word happens to be anything within a buffer of muthafucker to slut, i would have to come out with a written apology to the entire family. my ancestors probably would be rolling about in their graves if they heard that. that joy of being a traditional chinese, you still need to answer to generally...erm...everyone in the family.
i was also inconviniently told that all kids have the prospect of repeating the new word they've learnt over and over and over again the span of what they might consider as a day. could turn out to be a month, they have not acknowledge the principalities of time yet. which means that my niece could go like fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck and more if she doesn't learn anything new. therefore, i am so screwed!
so, please, pardon the poverty in the range of profanities because i need to start practising.
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on the other hand, while walking for breakfast today, i've noticed that there is an array of short dogs near to my office. and i'm not saying that because my dad owns a fucking great dane, the tallest dog in the world. and i'm not using this as an excuse to boast that my dad owns a fucking great dane. the point is, the dogs that exist near to my office are really really short!
probably 7 out of 10 dogs i saw this morning were vertically proportioned to their horizontal size. and it makes them look fucking ugly cause the big body doesn't really go well with short legs. it didn't matter if they have short coat, long coat, brown, blue, black, green, whatever fuck. how in the world did that bloody happen?
so after a very mind provoking break, i come out with a theory; being short is the trendy thing for dogs nowadays. short dogs are cool and taller dogs are just, well, tall and big and strong and looks really nice, but they're not cool. they don't get invites to parties and therefore, a social outcast. the new millenium has become platform for losers celebrate their existance. the society has developed a taste for individuals with, erm, shortcomings.
or here's a really short dog with a libido to fuck a village of bitches straying about. if i was Der Führer, i'd torture that son of a bitch then fucking gas him for spawning a entourage of physically imbecile maggots in the street.
decency.
(Tuesday, June 05, 2007)
i moved into a new office. although it's still in the midle of nowhere, i feel marginally closer to the white collar community.
it's only the first day and things are going...not as well as i thought it might be.
tomorrow...is gonna be the day that i'm gonna excuse myself from the vile chorus of a mundane office life.
tomorrow...a bunch of strangers is gonna step into the office, abusing me with such impertinence of mild but necessary importance.
tomorrow...is wednesday. i bloody hope the schools is going to bloody re-open soon. them vermins everyfuckingwhere is hard to ignore.
