I Hate Idiots!

Oh! Girl From Hell, please give me your straw doll and i'll gladly pull the red yarn to let that idiot perish.

Yup, yes guys, you read it right. Im wishing that one of my classmates would perish, and by perishing I mean that he ought to be casted off to a deserted island with no one to offer solace to his monotonous life.

Corny? You think I wish him dead? Fat Chance! I don't wish people death, I just wish them some sort of hell-on-earth kind of scenario.

What made me think to curse him and resent him more than my current temperance can hold, well, here's the story.

It started on a really faithful monday. Yes, faithful mondays, and I don't even know how it became faithful (loser much?). Then second period starts and we have to be grouped according to our grouping in the fish bowl activity (I didnt know why that was fish bowl, because there were no bowls, only fish, and we drew the fish. WTF!). To my misfortune and my other groupmates misfortune, we were still grouped with, uhhmm, I dont know his name, or I just swore never to mention such a vile and disgusting name.

Fact is, I really dont pay attention to him, and we all dont pay attention to him. His a filthy attention seeker that does nothing good in this world and only sleeps to generate nothin in particular. He is lazy! He smells! He is hairy (I think he is related ti Bigfoot or some hairy beasts). He keeps on looking at his foot, scratches it then, smells his hand, pick his nose afterwards, and create booger-balls out of it.

TO SUMMARIZE WHAT HE IS, HE IS A COMPLETE LOSER WHO A NORMAL HUMAN BEING CANT STAY WITH EVEN FOR A FRACTION OF A SECOND. WHEN YOU MEET HIM FACE-TO-FACE, ITS LIKE GOING TO HELL AND BACK, IF YOU SURVIVE THE ENCOUNTER.

I HATE HIM! HE IS SUCH A LOSER! NO PROFANITY IS EVER ENOUGH TO DESCRIBE HIM. THAT IS HOW VILE AND ANNOYING HE IS.

Going back to the story. I wasnt really paying attention to him. Then out of the blue he just said this exact words "You know, the way you talk, you sound like a USED CAR SALESMAN, NO INSULT HERE."

Please forgive me..

PUTANG INA MO DUDE!!

No insult? Yeah right, and princess Diana is going back to life.

What do you mean no insult, you really are stupid! You dont even know what you are talking about! You dont even care you piece of s***!!

You dont care how I talk, you dont care how I do it! Its my way, its my life. Besides you are the only one whose complaining! No one complains, they bear with it, and just try to ask me later what I was talking about!

AND YOU ON THE OTHER HAND THINK YOURE SOME AWESOME GUY WHOSE SO WELL VERSED IN TALKING THAT YOU THINK YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO JUDGE AND RIDICULE OTHER PEOPLE! HOW DARE YOU! I DONT EVEN COUNT YOU AS A PERSON AND I DONT EVEN TALK TO YOU! YET OUT OF THE BLUE YOU THINK YOURE SOME GREAT SPEAKER!

DIE! F*** Y**!!

PLEASE GO AWAY FROM MY LIFE YOU DEMON!!

YOU ARE A COMPLETE FILTH, A WASTE OF MONEY. HOW COME YOU EVEN PASSED DE LA SALLE UNIVERSITY! MAYBE YOUR A WITCH, AND HEXED ALL THE TEST PAPERS!!

YOU MAKE ME SICK! YOU MAKE ME PUKE! YOU MAKE ME THINK THAT A SHIT SMELLS LIKE FLOWER COMPARED TO YOU!!

I HATE YOU!
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AND EVERYTIME I REMEMBER THAT TIME, I JUST FUME UP AND MAKE ME THINK WAYS ON HOW TO GET BACK!

PLEASE HELP ME GOD, I NEED RETRIBUTION FOR MY ANGER AND DIVINE INTERVENTION OVER HIS CRUMBLING LIFE..


PS:
PLEASE FORGIVE THE ALL CAPS AND THE PROFANITIES. I'M JUST SO MAD!

Vague - Unseen - Unscathe

Maybe i'm blind, or worse, maybe im deaf, even worse, is that maybe im not paying attention. I have this song stuck in my head singing la-la-la over and over again-prevalent, without pauses. Maybe im delussional for im singing an empty song that resounds on unsensibility. Maybe you deem me psychotic, but psychosis itself is not interjecting the veil that shadows the darkness. Or maybe im a lunatic, begging for the solace that completely resounds nothing.

Tinkering my music box. Crossing a maze. Getting Gyges ring. Learning to fly. Swimming in a pond. Running in a thunderstorm.

Im crazy perhaps if I want to do these things. I want to traverse the unveiled possibilities that is hidden between a tantamount of mist. I want to cross a boundary that remains unscathe, a boundary that leaves me gasping for air when I resurface the water. A boundary that leaves me wet when I cross a sea of flames, and a boundary that still makes me a prisoner to my own desires.

Let me count the ways in which my redemption could somehow overshadow my failures. Let me disprove the ways in which my redemptions are all but futile. I will make you see what things I hold. But, I will also make you blind when you question me what lies in my palms.

Let us see what tomorrow beholds, at when nightfall starts, let us see where the lights will take us..