Wednesday, May 27, 2009

It feels kind of a pussyfication to be ranting my head off on my blog, and technically speaking, i should be shooting my head off in front of that bitch to be an upright person, but I might just commit murder and destroy everything I hold dear should I face that bitch face to face so I'll just rant here.

Yesterday I went down to Acra with my Princess to deal with her late father's company, God bless his soul. Her Sister, who will henceforth be known as Fucking Bitch, came down too. It's no secret that I've always hated her, because 8 years ago she left home, leaving my Princess to support her family all by herself. Her dad was a down-and-out, so no prize for guessing: my Princess is the sole breadwinner.

So Fucking Bitch came down to settle matters. And there was no lack to the amount of spite in her words, either, commenting my business venture as "useless" and my lack of salary as "a futile effort". Well, Stupid Fucking Bitch, all startups begin with zero cashflow. If you have no brains, stop emphasizing it all around. It's so irritating it bleeds the brain through the nose and all over your pants like its some disgusting menses so STOP IT.

Once that was over and done with, she suggested talking about settling the flat, which was actually over and done with and discussed over and over. For confidential reasons I can't go into detail over that, but this much I can say: Fucking Bitch wishes to harp over the little little details which are redundant and we are really tired of it.

Now well seated, we discussed over the rough situation, which is a totally wrong description: Fucking Bitch wants to speak, and we were to listen as though God was speaking to us through her, and to interrupt were to be committing a Sin. She wants the flat sold, in which I asked why. Its a bad market, and selling now will definitely result in a very bad situation. And She apparently lacks a lot of common sense too. Fucking Bitch kept questioning me: Are you paying for the flat? Which was a domb question because if I had the choice I'll buy over the fucking flat already. What are you, Fucking Bitch, STOOPID? If so, there's an institution for you called Society for the Washed Out and Eat Shit. Graduate from there and Fuck out of my Life.

So I asked her if she can state the cons of selling the flat. It was obviously a rhetorical question because I FUCKING KNOW ALL THE ANSWERS. I DON'T NEED A FUCKING BITCH TO BARK ALL THE ANSWERS AND MAKE THE SITUATION SEEM MORE PESSIMISTIC THAN IT SHOULD. She flared up and said I question her decision. Well, FUCKING BITCH, YOU KNOW THE SITUATION LESS THAN I DO. I'M FAMILY TO PRINCESS MORE THAN YOU'RE HER SISTER, BITCH. And so it erupted into the argument. It went more or less like this:

Me: "Well, at this time of the year, to sell a flat will mean losses incurred. I can't deny that we cannot ignore the losses incurred but at the worst case, we may have to pay more than we should, instead of the original objective of paying off the remainder of the loan."

Fucking Bitch: "Stop pointing your finger at me!" (I was pointing at the ceiling in fact.)

Me: "Don't switch the conversation. The thing is, you keep insisting on the flat sold because (privacy issues, but I made 6 logical points in total. I can recite it to you if you PM me, but not here.) and so I wish to see from your perspective what are you seeing the reasoning about."

Fucking Bitch: "I just want them to ride debt free!" (Which is a funny reason because HDB never evicts anyone. Only banks do that.)

Me: "I only want..."

Fucking Bitch: "You shouldn't speak because this is our family matter! You are just an outsider!" (Half true, if not for the fact she FUCKING RAN AWAY FROM HOME 8 YEARS AGO, AND I WAS PRINCESS'S MORAL SUPPORT AND ADVISOR FOR THIS PAST 8 YEARS.)

Me: "But asking them to move house, its going to be a lot of stress and paperwork for them. their lives will be haywire for the next 6 months, will you be suffering that mental stress with them?"

FUCKING BITCH: "You don't think I'm not suffering from mental stress? My father died, hello? You think I'm not stressed?" (One extra note: SHE'S FUCKING MARRIED, AND NEVER STAYED IN THE SAME ROOF AS THEM. STRESS? PRINCESS SUFFERED FOR 8 FUCKING YEARS IN YOUR ABSENCE. YOU DON'T EVEN CONTRIBUTE TO THE HOUSEHOLD EXPENDITURE BITCH. STRESS? FROM YOUR HUSBAND FUCKING OTHER WOMEN, NO DOUBT.)

Me: "So are you handling all the matters for them when they move?"

Fucking Bitch: "Don't you point at me again, or I'll splash this tea all over you!"

Me: "Go ahead, if you think it will solve matters."

AND THE FUCKING BITCH ALMOST DID. OH HOW I WISHED SHE DID. 1000 WAYS TO PLAY WITH HER LIFE IF SHE DID, STARTING FOR 20K MEDICAL COMPENSATION!

And that point, obviously Princess was starting to be a little embarassed, so I left while FUCKING BITCH started barking at me. I just left with a "Fuck you, make a scene, I don't care."

Later on, I learnt Princess defended me to the utmost (Another reason to marry her for life.) and told her to fuck off. With obvious reasons, she doesn't like her sister much.

That's my mega rant of the season. Stay tuned to see if I murder the FUCKING BITCH.

P.S. Princess was laughing when we were arguing, so no, she wasn't in a tight spot. 8 years of training and support let her see life in a beautiful picture. I'm so proud of her.

Monday, May 25, 2009

I just have to rant about this. I know this will sound utterly mundane, but if I bottle it up too much it might just come bursting out of my skull and drag my brains through the gutter and make me even more retarded than I was before.

GTO. IS. AWESOME.

Breathed through all 200 chapters of the manga in 2 nights, and I really ask myself: What took me so long to pick it up? Stylish is all I can describe the perverted Onizuka.

Gawd, I was actually kinda stirred to be a Teacher after that.