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Showing posts from August, 2010

The concupiscence will never surcease

It pains me greatly to bear this normal-hormonal stage, much more so that I am a man. But this separate bipolar entity (whatever it is), winning, will never succeed in my ultimate self-assassination. Whatever happens will happen but it never happens if it's never wanted.

There is a light that just went out

All in all I had a wonderful week. Something to treasure in my heart but not something I can say I did it flawlessly. I felt pathetic as a matter of fact. My performance was, for a lack of a WORSE word, lacklustre. I never felt so disappointed in my life. It was then that I realized how much that moment valued for me. I cannot let this go. I must have it. There is just no other way, I said. Lunch break came and I was so down, emotionally broken. I need to do something. I have to find a way to counter the said counter Thomas was talking about. Lunch break finished, I'm still at the tip of my temper. Should I give up? I shouldn't even have considered that miserable question. It would have been over the moment I entertained that. Lady luck was fucking with me without actually touching me, and never have I felt so insulted in my life. Another five stinking minutes of break and still no signs of success, I felt Thomas was picking on me now. God damn it Cil, you just have to DO it, …

Suck is the Word

It's sad that I uninstalled my crappy Microsoft Office 07 earlier today. I expected it to be nice but it ended up to be quite sadistic and annoying. It bothered me ever since I started using it, and now it's finally gone. It went to recycle bin heaven. It was annoying because it kept on changing formats every single time I press the enter key and quite frankly no matter how I changed it, it just goes back the way it was before I fixed it, and so I re-fixed it and end up awfully in another dose of fail. I need the older one. The more simpler the better. I'd have none of this bullcrap shit. This was like Chael Sonnen, a master mouth diarrheist, hell bent on taking over the world with its advanced skills and sharp takeovers. Three minutes left until he's supposed to upset the opponent, he just falls short. That's MS Office 07. Chael fucking Sonnen. I'm in dire need of any writing program and this blog-shit would probably do but I need it for the script which I oh …

That was the intention

So I grabbed a quick shower and a good old fashioned body scrub earlier today, speakers go boom across the tiny hallway which isn't really a hallway at all but I like to call it that to make it sound 'choice' to us uninformed bros. I learned that from Kiwi colloquialisms. I dare ignored Oscar who I fucking want to show who's boss. Ha! I'm the boss! I was always the boss. Although, technically he was the boss, now the former. I'm not really a boss per se, but someday I will be. More than what he was. More than what I'm supposed to. I am that awesome. Who's awesome? I'm awesome! I scratched my balls with the towel and dragged my sore carcass to my room were my future awaits me. All the devious plans start here, and I need to manipulate people into doing what I want because I am that intimidating. There's no such thing as 'no' in my vocabulary, except for wimminz that dare sayeth thy cursed word upon moi. When my plan bears fruition, they w…