"... what goes around...
... will come smacking into your face... "
... will come smacking into your face... "
I could not afford to be subtle in this entry. Especially when you realize that karma is not either.
Lets start from the beginning.
It is not that the whole of January was uneventful. I just had this feeling that I could not be fucking bothered to write about "normal" and happy moments. It is the bad ones that are worth telling.
why?
We gloat at people's misfortunes. Many deemed sadistic in nature. We are curious to why "shit happens" as opposed to "hey it's a beautiful day". Men do not read the newspapers to see who won the lottery or what is the incoming weather forecast. We read when someone got raped by 5 men, butchered and dismembered. We read when a car crashed into a public lavatory or when someone jumped of a bloody roof... even if it was printed in fine print.
why...
...oh well...
January was a great month. New Year's great, family's wonderful, happy friends, new clothes, birthdays (Dad's, Joe and the 3 wheeler), Graduation (Dip in Hotel Management), Bonus and the list goes on and yet... I feel the same.
February on the other hand...
My very distant ex's husband died due to substance intake and alcohol. I was not surprised nor do I feel any hint of remorse. Just felt that she had it coming. We can contemplate the fact why am I so inhumane but seriously... who cares? You?
...Maybe it was salvation that her husband requires, living with that woman for that long of a time was probably why this should be a redemption instead. If you wanna hear me bitch about this particular woman, should be done on an entire different entry. But yeah, he died. Kudos and good luck.
I have not won a single cent since Chinese New Year. Let me rephrase that...
I have been fucking losing every single cent since Chinese New Year!!! Good year for the rooster, my bloody fucking black "baboonic" ASS.
'nuff said...
Today basically took the whole cake. Initially I thought that after such a loooooooooooooooooong time since I have been to church, just thought that HE appreciates the fact that I made an effort to see HIM in such a long while, turns out to be some wicked punishment of sorts by the DeViL himself. Slept and snored through the whole sermon, and I thought my dead grandmother was bad enough.
Went out for a little window shopping when my lady boss called and wreaked HELL on earth due to my stupid mistakes. An hour an a half after she slammed my call, I received a text from my boss again due to another mistake and seeking explanation.
DOES IT ALWAYS HAVE TO COME IN PAIRS?!?!?!
Latter part, I was forced to skipped my 8th day Chinese New Year Celebration just because I took my leave on a wrong day and none of my colleagues are willing to change. I'm so screwed by her... sigh...
... now I challenge you Mr. Karma...
... is that all you got? *spit
bite me
j0nb
Lets start from the beginning.
It is not that the whole of January was uneventful. I just had this feeling that I could not be fucking bothered to write about "normal" and happy moments. It is the bad ones that are worth telling.
why?
We gloat at people's misfortunes. Many deemed sadistic in nature. We are curious to why "shit happens" as opposed to "hey it's a beautiful day". Men do not read the newspapers to see who won the lottery or what is the incoming weather forecast. We read when someone got raped by 5 men, butchered and dismembered. We read when a car crashed into a public lavatory or when someone jumped of a bloody roof... even if it was printed in fine print.
why...
...oh well...
January was a great month. New Year's great, family's wonderful, happy friends, new clothes, birthdays (Dad's, Joe and the 3 wheeler), Graduation (Dip in Hotel Management), Bonus and the list goes on and yet... I feel the same.
February on the other hand...
My very distant ex's husband died due to substance intake and alcohol. I was not surprised nor do I feel any hint of remorse. Just felt that she had it coming. We can contemplate the fact why am I so inhumane but seriously... who cares? You?
...Maybe it was salvation that her husband requires, living with that woman for that long of a time was probably why this should be a redemption instead. If you wanna hear me bitch about this particular woman, should be done on an entire different entry. But yeah, he died. Kudos and good luck.
I have not won a single cent since Chinese New Year. Let me rephrase that...
I have been fucking losing every single cent since Chinese New Year!!! Good year for the rooster, my bloody fucking black "baboonic" ASS.
'nuff said...
Today basically took the whole cake. Initially I thought that after such a loooooooooooooooooong time since I have been to church, just thought that HE appreciates the fact that I made an effort to see HIM in such a long while, turns out to be some wicked punishment of sorts by the DeViL himself. Slept and snored through the whole sermon, and I thought my dead grandmother was bad enough.
Went out for a little window shopping when my lady boss called and wreaked HELL on earth due to my stupid mistakes. An hour an a half after she slammed my call, I received a text from my boss again due to another mistake and seeking explanation.
DOES IT ALWAYS HAVE TO COME IN PAIRS?!?!?!
Latter part, I was forced to skipped my 8th day Chinese New Year Celebration just because I took my leave on a wrong day and none of my colleagues are willing to change. I'm so screwed by her... sigh...
... now I challenge you Mr. Karma...
... is that all you got? *spit
bite me
j0nb
