Throbbing anger.
Runescape tried to kill me again, with the example I gave in my previous post. I survived, muahaha.
The first day of the chalet wasn't exactly exciting. Stoned around quite a bit, I guess. A lot of DNBs though, dang fun to watch. Whoohoo! And the Germany vs. Turkey match boiled blood. Screwed transmission =.= but everyone had to put up with not seeing...3goals, so I guess it's not that bad. Yea.
Watched with WX, how sweet. Love him.
Then slept till 11AM. This was when I got rudely awoken by LS, who was about to whack me with pillows. Gah, I didn't have as much sleep as he did. Dang. But never mind. Went to the arcade with...WX, LS, WC, Alvin. Pehwee went home to sleep. I hardly play those games in the arcade, but I did, and quite fun. Learnt to enjoy that amenity.
LS went to get his girlfriend at 5plus. WC and I had to go the..White Sands shopping centre(?) to get the cake and balloons he ordered. WC threw the job of holding the balloons to me, because I got..wait let me refer..a thousand layers of skin. Zai right?? So I held onto the balloons with 'XOXO' and 'Hugs and Kisses' while trying to keep my face straight. Tough job, but I managed it.
LS' plan was for us to split into 2groups, one to hide in a toilet at the park with the balloons while another drew mushy stuff on the sand.
This is one good way to make your girlfriend happy while giving your friends something healthy to do, because playing mahjong 24/7 isn't doesn't do health good.
But the toilet stank. And it's scary because there was a group of people 'sparring' near the beach. It was scary, not because they fought well, but because they fought fierce. All Malays.
And the toilet really stinks like shit. BW, SC, and Clement came at 5plus and were roped into this operation. I was supposed to be at the beach, but BW and SC loves me, so I went over to the toilet to PCC with them. Whoohoo! The couple came in pretty late, and we were supposed to hide. Which we failed at. Can't be helped. She made a lot of noise when she saw our heads I think. And the cubicle we hid in stank. Definitely because of people who think they are damn big and have the rights to destroy toilets.
We gave them the cake and wished her a happy birthday and we zao-ed because they might have sex and we are still under 18. We went to the E! hub. SC and I made a lot of noise laughing and shouting stuff like 'I want to shit!', 'TOILET! Whoa here got toilet leh!'. That kind of crappy stuff. I love SC. Whoohoo!
And something unpleasant happened in the place where I was supposed to feel the most relieved at--the cubicle. I don't know whether I should blog about it, whether people might feel affected, whether opinions you have of me would change or not. But I don't care either, so I'd just type. Besides, I won't lose anything, and would bring across a point. It may seem that I'm flaming someone, probably because I am.
I shat and was clearing up when the non-shitters tried to break into the cubicle. They ended up blasting the lock of the door off without seeing anything, because I was already standing and leaning against the door. It doesn't matter anyway--if they want to see my ass hair, just pick up your balls and ask. Idiot. Notice the singularity? Yea. It's meant to be that way.
After they busted the door, the cleaner uncle gave a look of exasperation, almost a look of helplessness. I apologized for my friends' actions that would make life difficult for him, but apologies can't substantiate anything in this case. Except that at least the uncle would feel that he's respected, that we're not destroying the door just because we wanted to make life difficult for him.
Just because he has a thankless job doesn't mean that you can bully him. Bastard, bear that in mind. Fuck, this is pissing me off again.
I waited for SC to finish up his business before setting out to look for them. The bastard still thought it a joke, and the rest were camping behind some staircase door, with their faces out in the open. I'm not blinded by fury, and I could see them properly(I saw a promising girl. Promising because she might be chio). I flung open the door and stormed in while he jumped down the stairs as if I were joking. I didn't have time to go after him to whack him because the girl was walking away, so I just shouted at him. I forgot what I shouted, but I think it has something to do with 'You broke a door!' Forgot, really. Then I went after the girl, who walked into some restaurant. I think she's from AHS, but she was wearing a jacket so I couldn't confirm that. But the girl sitting with her is obviously from AHS. Of course I didn't stare at them, I just walked away with a throbbing feeling in my brain. I think that's anger--something I haven't felt for a long time. As the travellator mowed down, I saw everyone walking out. Didn't think of going up there to zam his face, but I pointed my middle finger at them to show that I was really pissed. And I sent a message to SC, because technically speaking he was a victim too. I forgot what I sent. OK, here's the message: Tell the fuckers who broke the door to apologize to the uncle. And thank them for spoiling my fun.
The last sentence was because I thought they were going to the arcade, and I just learnt how to enjoy the arcade until this happened. I was stoning at the beach, trying to calm myself down because if I saw his face I'd really whack. Told them to go apologize, and they all refused. Their choice. Went back to the chalet at 10PM to watch the HK drama.
The bastard still had the cheek to come down. Was sorely tempted to zam, but didn't.
And this is why I got so pissed:
1) He didn't think before he performed that act. He just pushed Alvin with enough force to break the lock. Which might not be a lot after all. But he could've shown me some consideration because I love shitting and I shut the cubicle and locked it for a reason--privacy. This is my policy--what I do unto you, you can reciprocate. Like...if I dare to take off your shoes, I dare to live with the threat of you taking off my shoes. Does he dare to sit on the toilet bowl in mid-business with the door open? Too much. 太过份。玩不起就别玩。
If you 玩不起 and still want to attack me, you're fucked up. If you 玩不起 and really stick to it, I respect you.
2) He made life difficult for the uncle. Perhaps subconsciously, in all of us, we despise people who holds these jobs. Simply because indirectly, they or their parents pay the wages of these workers. So you can make life difficult for them by breaking doors and locks? Fuck you, I don't know you. I'd rather do without such a brother. What you're doing is the same as shitting all over the place while expecting people to clear up the shit you created. I mean this literally. Theree are people in Cat High who shit all over the cubicle and expect the cleaners to clean up. Why? Because 'it's their job'. Just because it's their job doesn't mean you have to make things difficult for them.
3) If you can't even bring yourself to apologize to an uncle who helped clean up your mess, you can't be a person who is nice to be with. Apologizing for mistakes and thanking people for helping you clear the shit you created, this shouldn't need prompting at all. If you don't even know how to be a human, you aren't fit to tread on the same earth as everyone else. Your existence is not needed, just go away. Show yourself and others some respect, do us a favour and choke. I don't wish to lose hope in humanity now.
Really, I've never been so angered before. Or maybe it's just that I'm letting loose everything. But I really felt the murderous intent, the urge to sink my fist on any random spot on his body. The throbbing...vessel in my brain which persisted for 20minutes, it was unprecedented.
Urgh. Watched the 11.30PM repeat of the show which reflects the various 'problems' faced by teenagers. I think it's what? 'My blog my world'? Forgot. Anyway it was about anorexia, and the acting sucked. Repetitive, too. But really, being anorexic is stupid. No guy would want to fuck a pile of bones. Unless he has necrophilia. Besides, you can't be skinnier than Brook.
No point, really.
Oh and I tried drinking some alcohol. Forgot what it's called, but it has to be mixed with sprite or 7 up. I drank from the bottle itself, and it seared my throat. Couldn't talk properly for awhile. After the Russia vs. Spain match, we went back. Played Winning 11 with WX, and after my shower, with LS. This was around 6AM. I couldn't sleep still, and went back to play some more. Mixed the alcohol with the sprite. But still quite hiong. Couldn't play properly after awhile, and had troubles with the controls. I even switched my brain off and relied on my reflexed to fight the computer. As in, argh. You get the point. Managed to survive for sometime, until I realized that there's no point in playing like this. So I went to sleep at 7AM, a time where most people reach school. Oops. Set alarm to wake people up at 9AM, and I missed it. Deep sleep, too hiong. Packed up and zao-ed.
Only WC, BW, LS and I were left, the others went home already. Was stoning around at the ferris wheel when I saw a couple get on board. Quite sweet. I guess. Wasn't much touched or affected or anything. It's just a couple. They might break up soon anyway. It's not lasting.
Then I saw a mother and child get on board. The baby was just sitting around doing nothing in her arms. Very cute. Realized that I shouldn't spend so much time in front of a rectangular screen.
Went arcade with them and had quite a bit of fun I guess. You know the game in which they tweak it to have 5differences and you're supposed to find them out? Yea, we played that. It's not a game to play with your girlfriend, because some of the photos you're supposed to spot the differences in have females. They often change something on the boobs, or hair or somewhere private. Being able to point it out means that you were looking, you pervert. Girls should use this method--100% success rate.
I should stop typing now. And sleep. And learn to cut down my play time.
-- 6/27/2008 10:58:00 PM
