For some reason I've always believed expressing feelings and opinions on paper (or in this case, cyberspace) was a woman's job. No sexist innuendo intended. However it seems that having a voice, no matter how high-pitched people assume it to be, is better than having no voice. Which is why I've come back to blogging. I'm just going to skim through some current affairs, answering in a format which would make the nerdiest JC students proud.
@ The recent spike in gang activities: You goons aren't cool, you goons aren't strong, you're as flaccid as an Old Man's wiener. The only thing you people are good for is probably community service, taking up jobs which no educated person wants to take. Like say. . . picking up garbage and pasting anti-gang posters in void decks? Oh the irony. Put down your knives and integrate into society now, or put them down and face your victims mano-a-mano - if you have the balls.
@ Guangzhou games: YOG could learn a few things from the Guangzhou games, sincerely. I'm sure they may have a bigger budget than us, but at least they're doing their job well - people know that there's a game, the volunteers (at the very least) smile on camera, and for the love of god, they aren't dressed like SBS bus personnel.
@ Guys who beat their girlfriends: Hey, PICK ON SOMEBODY YOUR OWN SIZE. Like say um. . . Bas Rutten? Women-beaters deserve to have their tic tacs bit off.
I really, really emphasize my utter dislike, no wait - loathing - for lousy boyfriends. Or ex-es for that matter. You boys are the worse kind of vermin in the world, but tonight I'm focusing my wrath on one, particular, piece of git - let's dub him 'Birdface'. It's bad enough that you don't have the balls to end things off with her properly; it's worse that you said 'I'm happier now' and made her feel even worse off.
You know that saying 'don't shit where you stay and don't stay where you shit'? Guess what bud - you shat, on my grounds. Which makes you my problem. The only thing that was keeping you safe was her, but now that the dear little bunny rabbit has willingly crawled out of his protective hole, it's open season.
Last thing. I've stripped my blog of its tagboard for good - I've come to realise I'm no longer a 13 year old Audition playing princess whose only wish is to feel popular and get a 'steady' who has a parang longer than his dick. Any comments anyone has can be sent to me personally. Of course, I do have high expectations for letter decorations. For example, I won't open letters with less than 3 cute stamps on them.
