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Bits and Pieces

Hello. Welllll, there isn't much to know about me. In other words, don't ask. Hey, but if you really want to know, one word: psychopath.. Anyways... I'm just another one of those bloggers out there, blogging about how crappy life is, etc. Pathetic, is it not? Life.

amaranth.

i do not condone animal cruelty, but sometimes, enough is enough because i felt like shooting a dog last night.

i barely got any shuteye (i'm certain i wasnt the only one) because some dumb rottweiler was howling the night away yesterday. it was the neighbour's, and this particular neighbour is situated just behind my house. so imagine the decibels. ironically, the family hasnt moved in yet. heck, even the renovations are far from complete.

there it goes again.
fuck.

i was awoken three goddamn times. first at 12am, then at 2am. i spent almost an hour tossing and turning and trashing in bed as the stupid mutt howled every 5 minutes. at 4am, i just gave up trying to sleep and went out to watch me some telly. i was especially pissed considering it was a sunday night, meaning, school the next day.

my mum said she would talk to the owner about it.

so she did. and you know what? that person fucker was just unbelievably inconsiderate.

he said he needed the dog to guard his property and his (unfinished) house. what the fuck are you talking about? what do you mean?! there isnt even anything inside yet! what is there to steal, huh? bricks? dust? cobwebs?

and imagine this, my mum said he even made his si lang bin.
GAWD, i was furious when my mum told me of his reaction.

i have one question for him.
have you no PR skills?

this does not bode well for him because, oooooh, wait til there's a fire and we gather around roasting marshmallows whilst watching their fugly house burn down. just who the fuck do you think you are? this is not your grandfather's neighbourhood, ok? in fact, you're like the "newcomer" here, as much as i hate to say that! there are other people - people, living organisms that actually eat, shit, sleep like you - living in the area, geddit? some of us are also students who have to wake up early for school, damn it! fuckin' arsehole! selfish bastard!

in the end, a compromise was reached. he said the main reason his dog was howling, was because it was lonely. so he'll pacify it by having the bitch stay with him.

i was like, THERE ARE TWO OF THEM?!

...ok, listen buddy, if your fuckingly brilliant plan fails and the howling continues, your dog days are over. OVER!



[UPDATE at 21:38]
it's barking. i'm guessing the howling will soon follow.
pumps shotgun
too bad.

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