FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK.

Before you wonder what warrants such an explosive reaction, allow me to tell you what made the bomb detonate:

Presenting to you, my current list of people I hate.

1) PEOPLE WHO BORROW MY COMPUTER AND CLOSE MY RUNNING PROGRAMS.

Is it so fucking hard just to CLOSE THE GODDAMN WINDOW I SPECIFICALLY OPENED FOR YOU ONLY?!

Or is your twitching fingers accostomed to be overcome by sporadic bursts of uitchiness and mind-numbing idiocy?

Even a five-year-old could manage to close the explorer window he/she has been working on and leave the other running programs alone.

Fopr goodness' sake, you are not computer illiterate., How fucking hard is it to close a single window? What I would really like to know is how you maged to close the tabs as well.

NEXT TIME YOU COME WITHIN A 50-CENTIMETER RADIUS OF MY PRCIOUS CPU AND MY MONITOR SCREEN, DON'T FUCKING TRY TO GUILT-TRIP ME INTO GIVING IN. Because I know exactly how emotional manipulation works. I am a master myself.

So. Next. Time. don't. expect. me. to. fucking. let. you. close. my. running. programs.

And saying sorry won't help. If the word sorry could help resolve matters I bet Huang Na's killer would be languishing in a villa somewhere and drooling and pedopliac videos. And then there won't be guantamono (sp?) bay or religious wars or melodramatic revenge plots that could come straight out from an opera.

So what if you brought home the computer? I enrich it and use it, I install m programs and help to enhance its effects. If you don't ask me for help, how the hell am I supposed to know you need help? I'm not fucking God or a seer or a clairvoyant. It's just like a patient expecting to get treatment for a certain illness even though he/she didn't tell the doc about any prevalent symptoms or the sickness itself, just because of pride. Pricks.

Which leads me to number 2.

Stupid people.

I cannot stand stupid people. Stupid people take eons to decipher a simple sentence (heck, during that span of time I even could double and triple check it for sentence strucutre and grammatical errors), and claim I am mumbling despite her obvious need for hearing aids. C'mon, how expensive can that be? Nowhere near your cupboard full of SKII, I am sure.

I have enunciated even dratted syllable and even did voice projecti on, to no avail. Perhpas I am not the problem. It's you. Don't worry my dear, it's never too late to master the art of lip-reading...or just put that money you spend on cosmetics to good use and BUY A PAIR OF HEARING AIDS INSTEAD. YOU KNOW YOU NEED THE,M.

Fucking hell. Thinking about them makes my blood boil. Of course the term 'stupid' is rather subjective, but anyhoo, the list of people considered 'stupid' are:

i) VERY VERY LAG. e.g. I have been telling you for 26 times (YES, I COUNTED) about the motherfucking CAP and everytime I mention it(there was once I clued you in and exactly 5 minutes later I mentioned it again only to have you stare at me blankly) you ask me to define it. And you claim that you have a lot on your mind.

That's not a fucking excuse, and you know it. What person doesn't have a lot on their minds? Either you care (and that means listening, if you love someone you'll definitely listen instead of bitching about how busy you are and disregard what the other party has to say) or you don't. Simple as that. If you care, you jolly well listen, and I will repriocate. If not, don't be a fucking hypocrite and ask me to carry your burden without the benefit of sharing mine.

ii) People who mess with my digital equipment. This includes files, downloads, MOVING MY SPEAKERS, CLOSING MY PROGRAMS, and reading my unedited prose passages. I will never forgive anyone who does that, and trust me, you will feature in one of my prose passages...how does a part playing the whore or a cockroach sound?

P.S. I have nothing against whores, except that they spread HIV and AIDS. I bet they'll make very interesting subjects, but then again for the sake of this curse...

iii) People who try to lead, but have no clue what they are doing.

iv) People who have no clue about politics and try to act cool and talk about it anyway.

v) PEOPLE WITH BAD PRONUNCIATION AND TERRIBLE GRAMMAR. (And yes, I am talking about THE infamous egeog teacher)

vi) The creator of mutant vampires that friggin sparkle in the sun instead of bursting into dust or flames.

vii) Amateur writers who try to act professional. (Yes I know I am an amateur writer, but I don't pretend that I am the best in m age group).

viii) Bimbos & people who are too cheery so bloody early in the morning & people who wake me up too early & noisy people who disrupt my shower/thinking process/writing with irrelevant comments

ix) People who take bad writing as good writing and even fangirl over it. And peope who don't give constructive criticism.

x) PEOPLE WHO KEEP ASKING ME WHAT A WORD MEANS/try to take advantage of me. I am not your free dictionary. You want my services? Pay me.

Anyway, on to number 3

For some reason religion bugs the hell out of me. The reasons of which I will not disclose, for I know I will be apprehended under the internal security act for trying to spread disharmony among religious groups.

So I shall try to be as vague as possible.

1) Please do. not. try. to. convert. me. I am not interested, okay?! I am being very polite in demurring, if you don't want me to start an uproar similar to the AWARE saga please kindly shut the fuck up and put your trap where it belongs.

2) I do not appreciate being forced to accept a religion. Libertating enlightenment? Ha! I only see prison bars, shackles and manacles dragging me closer to my fate because it's what good daughters do, they bow down to fate.

Yes, I think God is an asshole, a theory that has proven through a string of seemingly inconsequential events:

1) My exams were tough, despite my sparse prayers (I hardly pray anyway, so it's a considerable achievement).
2) Ill luck e.g. loosing a bangle a day after I bought it, then losing a bracelet as it slipped from my wrist.
3)Losing money.
4) Isomnia.
5) Plauged by near insanity
Well I can go on and on about the list of bad stuff that happen to me week after week, but I suppose it would fill several thick Stephen King novellas. Anyway, I am an athetist. I don't realy care much about religion, so if you try to force me, you are only pushing me away from it.

Because God has lost my trust, and I don't see any reason why I should just let myself fall to a spiritual and psychological suicide, hoping after hopes being dashed.

Number 4.

Okay I feel so much better now. So I shall continue this list in the future when I feel pissed off again.

Note to self: I need a skull. Or a voodoo doll. Pronto.