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This is my sanctuary
Jotted with my occasional, random outbursts.

Berate my musings and I not,
Lest for abler pens,
For I do not care.

cheers!

foong sheng qi olivia.
08 february '91

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[ 5:17 AM ]

today has been a whirlpool of highs and lows.

enough about the part that i cried in the morning.

here i am to release some pent-up anger and angst that has accumulated over the days and finally tipped over the theshold today.

gosh! how could anyone be anymore self-knowing than that person?! XYZ conveniently takes up by transformation, like a bacteria cell, into XYZ's pompous thick skull of nothingness, that XYZ knows me inside out! XYZ naturally assumes that XYZ knows the every single nitty-gritty details of my life and even had the gall to take a stance against me on what i do?!

like i didn't know better what i do day to day, hour to hour. just because XYZ doesn't see does not equate to i never do. how pissifying can XYZ already get. XYZ needs to get it clear in XYZ's woolly state of mind that not everybody works like how XYZ does.

like a cow.

industriously, labouriously, with no clarity of thought and NOT TAKING A STAND ON XYZ'S OWN LIFE! you think that's cute?! go get your vocabulary built up first before you even wanna tell me what you think of me. for someone who cannot articulate and form proper sentence structures, that's a whole lot of cowshit coming out of your oesophagus. gosh! you just make me wanna foam.

what i couldn't stand was the I-Told-You-So smug look and actual words. because i have a life and you don't doesn't make you anymore noble than, of course, what else but a cow. my condolences to the bovidae that had to be used as an analogy to describe you.

don't tempt me to try erase the obnoxious smug off your face, for I'll kill. with words of course. and with the viciousness of a serpent's tongue, i'll lash out and make sure you're intoxicated with the poison of my tongue for at least a month. i'm jolly able to do that, really well. no point getting physical, for the maximum i'll go to even lay the tip of my pinky on you, is when you're served on a silver platter to me, as steak.

piss off, bootlicker with no mind of your own. go stick your hoof in somebody else life instead of mine, for you're not someone i like to associate or mingle myself with. you know you don't wanna mess with me.

-like a cow with 4 gastrics, it regurgitates, word vomit-