KuAi lUi uNlEaShEd

The loo is somewhere that any normal healthy person visits multiple times a day. Some visit it 10 times a day, some 3 to 4 times depending on the amount of water you drink. I have a self-professed small bladder, so i visit the loo rather often through out the day.
Ok, why the toilet tales if you ask? So, if i have to visit the loo many times a day but i despise and absolutely loathe seeing this person that disguise me so much i want to stuff her head into the toilet bowl after disengagement of waste from my bowels. (oOps, yeah, it’s a her and i’m being very bitchy. So? It’s my blog and it’s all the tantrum i want and can throw) Anyway, if i chance upon this person once in the loo and i wanna stuff her head down the toilet bowl filled with shat. 2nd time i bump into the same person, i still wanna stuff her head down the wc. 3rd time and so on and so forth the same repetitive thing goes through my mind and each time i become braver. So, i stop going to the loo.
I mean, one can’t really stop peeing through out the day. So, today finally when i push open the door to the loo and saw the bitch AGAIN trying to tell herself she is oh-not-so-fugly afterall by looking in the mirror for 10 minutes. I close the door and walk off. This way, i will not be doing something bad eg: stuffing someone down the wc. This way, i also avoid staring at that fugly filthy lewd woman’s thing-you-call-face.

Ah, enough of ramblings today. Feel so much better everytime i bitch about it especially at graveyard hours where other than talking to myself i have no one else to bitch about.
I love bitching. That’s what girls are great at and i’m sure fugly bitch bitches about me too.

*Note to self. Should definitely buy acid and bring it everywhere i go so maybe i can accidentally let it splash on someone’s fugly face.

Well, the nation’s 50th Independance Day Celebration is coming up and i might blog about the day. Want to go catch the fireworks competition over at putra but my working days sux. So, please go if you have the chance and record some video and share it with me.

For more details, visit Malaysia International Fireworks Competition
It will be an event going on for like 2 weeks so select the countries you would want to watch their fireworks display and enjoy the show! Malaysia’s doing the opening ceremony and i’m sure it’ll be good and something worth catching this August.

Ciao then!

Have you ever hated someone so much that every time you glance upon the person’s face you are filled to the brim with hatred and all you want to do is spill/throw/drench some acid down that fugly face?
I have and i’m so sick of feeling so remorseful over my thoughts.
Maybe if i really do it i won’t feel so remorse.
I wonder where can i get some acid? The type where upon pouring it on anything, the thing(preferably flesh ie:human face) being poured upon sizzles and the *unsub grimaces in pain and horror that the unsub’s face will never look the same again. *grins
Gone will be the smugness the unsub always has on the filthy face.
Maybe then that unsub won’t be so full of itself. (itself is being used because that unsub is not worthy of even being a homosapien) The unsub is so low that the unsub can only be classified as some algae or dust or amoebic existence. Even amoeba stands tall beside the unsub.
Yes, i really hate the unsub i am talking about. I want to pour hot acid down the unsub’s fugly face and laugh with pure evilness while i see the unsub suffer in front of me.
I want the unsub to beg for my forgiveness for being so conceited over the unsub’s so called self satisfaction over ruining other’s life.
I want the unsub to wish it was never born and for it to slither away in disgrace.

Maybe i should just buy a new book and get distracted with my deranged motives or maybe get a hobby like knitting. Good idea?
Certainly having a little evil in myself makes me more satisfied.
Will blog more happy thoughts when i have happy thoughts. Soon!

*Unsub stands for an Unknown Subject of an Investigation which in this case ‘unsub’ is used to avoid any misconceptions.