FUCK
Warning: RANT incoming (the whole FUCKING POST)
I hardly ever rant. Being emo just doesn't go with the color of my shirt. I do on occassion type what I consider possibly witty jabbing remarks poking fun at things, people, etc. But today is not one of those days. Today is a fucking full blown rant day. Heck, to make it more fun, i'll even suggest an activity at the end of this post where you can count how many times i mentioned the word fuck.
Why this post then. Why be a fucking rant whore and rant about this that & all the poor things that have somehow befallen you. Yeah I know you're a fucked up person too. Good for you. And no I'm not just posting it coz "Fuck you. This is my blog & I can post whatever i want". Gawd. That's so fuck up lame yesteryear. Actually I dont know why. My heads pissing me off & as usual its often the many many small little things that add up and makes one pull the 'effin trigger. Oh and also possibly coz some of you sick bastards out there get off by reading rants & find it hilarious on some mothafukcing level.
F is for FUCKTARDS
Specifically those fucktards who dont know how to line up. Some small stupid little growing up bitch-kid just fucking stepped on my shoes and cut my queue while lining up to ring up my purchase at the mamak. I considered verbally lashing at the stupikid to teach her some sense (for her own good. heh) but was just too dead-tired-assed to do anything. Then lo & behold this fckin guy cuts both our queues. No wonder them lil ones are learning such wonderful manner *points at sacarsm flooding the bloody floor*. I said audibly out loud "Motherfuckers" and left it as that.
PS. I dont wanna go into their skin color & all that coz i wouldnt want to accuse anyone including myself of being fkin racist (heh.)
U is for USURPERS and ULTERIOR MOTIVES
This is for all those fucked up sickos out there who are fighting for whatever shit. Stop generalizing that everyone else is a fucking enemy. Look at your fucking bloodied hands (or whats left with it). Do you really enjoy being manipulated & brainwashed into fighting for someone ELSE agenda? Your fucking brains are about as useful now if we cut open your brain, dug it out with a rusty spoon and threw it on the fucking highway. You may be intelligent. But you are just too fucking narrow-minded stuck in your own fucking world of ur creation. Want to make the world a better place for your own kind? Go fucking throw yourself down a fucking building into the furnace of hell.
Note: Sometimes but not always related to the next group of fuckers below
C is for CONMEN, CUNTS and COCKS
This may be the worse of the lot. Falling into this category are all those bastards (and oft bitchess too) who make their 'decent' living by conning others. By often smearing the line between legal & illegal. By screwing others so they themselves make a profit. At one point I even contemplated forgiving them by saying that they were mayhaps born into the situation so we cant blame them for who they are. Wake up and smell the fucking thorny rose bush. You have a choice. Just because your half-bastard dad was a fucking swindler doesnt mean you have to be one as well.
In one short ass summary: FUCK ALL YOU FUCKERS WHO MAKE YOUR FUCKING MONEY BY FUCKING & PLAYING WITH OTHERS LIVES
K is for KILLERS
Those on the road that is. I had mentioned before & i'm mentioning it again as a car almost clipped my friends vehicle today. STAY ON YOUR FUCKING LANE. I REPEAT. STAY ON YOUR FUCKING LANE. If you're on the roundabout and making a turn, there are fucking BIG WHITE LINES drawn on the road for you to stay on. Cut only if there's space & FFS use that fucking signal light for once this fucking century. Will regurgitate back the story of that fucked up old baldy who banged up the side of my car once upon a time, then threatened to beat me up before i handed him a 50 to stay away from my friend and I. The icing to this fuckedup story of coz is that it turns out I met him again later at a function & that he was an acquaintance of my dad. He never dared talk to me or my father again. heh. Big time fuck up there fucker. Now everyone knows you're a lame-ass has-been punk who tries to pull off stupid shit. oh and I know where you stay & where you small half-dead store is. Maybe one day your materials will fucking turn into ash for no fucking reason whatsoever.
What better way than a FUCKING FUCKEDUP RANT to end a FUCKING motnh.
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Off topic: From TheAngel Empress' blog (which was somehow the first blog I visited after posting this)
Ooo. Just realized it mentions the High Priestess too. Is there destiny in the stars for the high priestess & I? :P
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- Other Thoughts: It is true indeed that quite often psychological scars are the ones that take the longest to heal. Can I write this off as therapy costs? Meh. Fuckit.
- Trivia: once upon a time when everyone was good & the cows eat grass yada yada, there was little to no cursing & swearing on this blog. even the rare ones would be suitably censored out for what its worth (e.g. f*ck*ng). Till i read an interesting point from somewhere that was long-ass but made the impression on me that if one wants to curse, WTF is there a reason to censor yourself? Either you do or you dont. So fuck yeah.
- Typos: bring up any fucking typos in this post & i'll fucking castrate you so your first name becomes bithc
- Activity: Count the number of times FUCK and its derivatives are in this post. Fuck. Don't forget that last one too <--
- Update @ 1238hrs: the first person the guess the fuck count correctly will get his/her blog (or blog of choice reviewed by Stev ;)
- Update @ 0217hrs: lalala. feeling much better (as i knew i wld) after blogging this post, chatting with a long lost friend online & wallopping up 'roti kosong' + 'roti telur'. What would you know... Blogtherapy, a good friend & eating when depressed really works! :D
I hardly ever rant. Being emo just doesn't go with the color of my shirt. I do on occassion type what I consider possibly witty jabbing remarks poking fun at things, people, etc. But today is not one of those days. Today is a fucking full blown rant day. Heck, to make it more fun, i'll even suggest an activity at the end of this post where you can count how many times i mentioned the word fuck.
Why this post then. Why be a fucking rant whore and rant about this that & all the poor things that have somehow befallen you. Yeah I know you're a fucked up person too. Good for you. And no I'm not just posting it coz "Fuck you. This is my blog & I can post whatever i want". Gawd. That's so fuck up lame yesteryear. Actually I dont know why. My heads pissing me off & as usual its often the many many small little things that add up and makes one pull the 'effin trigger. Oh and also possibly coz some of you sick bastards out there get off by reading rants & find it hilarious on some mothafukcing level.
F is for FUCKTARDS
Specifically those fucktards who dont know how to line up. Some small stupid little growing up bitch-kid just fucking stepped on my shoes and cut my queue while lining up to ring up my purchase at the mamak. I considered verbally lashing at the stupikid to teach her some sense (for her own good. heh) but was just too dead-tired-assed to do anything. Then lo & behold this fckin guy cuts both our queues. No wonder them lil ones are learning such wonderful manner *points at sacarsm flooding the bloody floor*. I said audibly out loud "Motherfuckers" and left it as that.
PS. I dont wanna go into their skin color & all that coz i wouldnt want to accuse anyone including myself of being fkin racist (heh.)
U is for USURPERS and ULTERIOR MOTIVES
This is for all those fucked up sickos out there who are fighting for whatever shit. Stop generalizing that everyone else is a fucking enemy. Look at your fucking bloodied hands (or whats left with it). Do you really enjoy being manipulated & brainwashed into fighting for someone ELSE agenda? Your fucking brains are about as useful now if we cut open your brain, dug it out with a rusty spoon and threw it on the fucking highway. You may be intelligent. But you are just too fucking narrow-minded stuck in your own fucking world of ur creation. Want to make the world a better place for your own kind? Go fucking throw yourself down a fucking building into the furnace of hell.
Note: Sometimes but not always related to the next group of fuckers below
C is for CONMEN, CUNTS and COCKS
This may be the worse of the lot. Falling into this category are all those bastards (and oft bitchess too) who make their 'decent' living by conning others. By often smearing the line between legal & illegal. By screwing others so they themselves make a profit. At one point I even contemplated forgiving them by saying that they were mayhaps born into the situation so we cant blame them for who they are. Wake up and smell the fucking thorny rose bush. You have a choice. Just because your half-bastard dad was a fucking swindler doesnt mean you have to be one as well.
In one short ass summary: FUCK ALL YOU FUCKERS WHO MAKE YOUR FUCKING MONEY BY FUCKING & PLAYING WITH OTHERS LIVES
K is for KILLERS
Those on the road that is. I had mentioned before & i'm mentioning it again as a car almost clipped my friends vehicle today. STAY ON YOUR FUCKING LANE. I REPEAT. STAY ON YOUR FUCKING LANE. If you're on the roundabout and making a turn, there are fucking BIG WHITE LINES drawn on the road for you to stay on. Cut only if there's space & FFS use that fucking signal light for once this fucking century. Will regurgitate back the story of that fucked up old baldy who banged up the side of my car once upon a time, then threatened to beat me up before i handed him a 50 to stay away from my friend and I. The icing to this fuckedup story of coz is that it turns out I met him again later at a function & that he was an acquaintance of my dad. He never dared talk to me or my father again. heh. Big time fuck up there fucker. Now everyone knows you're a lame-ass has-been punk who tries to pull off stupid shit. oh and I know where you stay & where you small half-dead store is. Maybe one day your materials will fucking turn into ash for no fucking reason whatsoever.
What better way than a FUCKING FUCKEDUP RANT to end a FUCKING motnh.
Off topic: From TheAngel Empress' blog (which was somehow the first blog I visited after posting this)
You are The Hierophant
Divine Wisdom. Manifestation. Explanation. Teaching.
All things relating to education, patience, help from superiors.The Hierophant is often considered to be a Guardian Angel.
The Hierophant's purpose is to bring the spiritual down to Earth. Where the High Priestess between her two pillars deals with realms beyond this Earth, the Hierophant (or High Priest) deals with worldly problems. He is well suited to do this because he strives to create harmony and peace in the midst of a crisis. The Hierophant's only problem is that he can be stubborn and hidebound. At his best, he is wise and soothing, at his worst, he is an unbending traditionalist.
What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.
Ooo. Just realized it mentions the High Priestess too. Is there destiny in the stars for the high priestess & I? :P
- Other Thoughts: It is true indeed that quite often psychological scars are the ones that take the longest to heal. Can I write this off as therapy costs? Meh. Fuckit.
- Trivia: once upon a time when everyone was good & the cows eat grass yada yada, there was little to no cursing & swearing on this blog. even the rare ones would be suitably censored out for what its worth (e.g. f*ck*ng). Till i read an interesting point from somewhere that was long-ass but made the impression on me that if one wants to curse, WTF is there a reason to censor yourself? Either you do or you dont. So fuck yeah.
- Typos: bring up any fucking typos in this post & i'll fucking castrate you so your first name becomes bithc
- Activity: Count the number of times FUCK and its derivatives are in this post. Fuck. Don't forget that last one too <--
- Update @ 1238hrs: the first person the guess the fuck count correctly will get his/her blog (or blog of choice reviewed by Stev ;)
- Update @ 0217hrs: lalala. feeling much better (as i knew i wld) after blogging this post, chatting with a long lost friend online & wallopping up 'roti kosong' + 'roti telur'. What would you know... Blogtherapy, a good friend & eating when depressed really works! :D
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