Monday, December 29, 2008

oh and before i forget...

It is
EXTREMELY STUPID
AND
LAME
AND
POINTLESS
AND
FUCKED-UP
AND
UTTERLY REDUNDANT
TO POSE WITH YOUR FOOD.

WHY would you do that?? There is no point to it.

The only time when it would be OK to do that would be if you had HUNTED that animal down, KILLED it, PEELED it's skin off, GUTTED it and COOKED it.

Then and ONLY then, will it be ok to actually lift your plate up to a camera and smile like a jackass with it, while the sauce from your steak accidentally SPILLS ALL OVER YOUR DRESS/PANTS.

If you do this kind of thing, YOU ARE AN EPIC FAILURE OF MANKIND.

What are trying to say? "Look! This is the animal after i paid money for it to be killed and stewed in mushrooms! I'm so proud of me!"

If you're gonna do that, then do it the WHOLE WAY THROUGH. Take a smiling picture of yourself with the FUCKING menu. Take a smiling picture of yourself with the FUCKING animal before its killed. Take a smiling picture of the FUCKING animal as it lies bleeding and dead. Take a smiling picture of the FUCKING animal as its being skinned and gutted. Take a smiling picture of the FUCKING animal as its being cooked. Take a smiling picture of the FUCKING animal when its on your FUCKING plate. Take a smiling picture of the FUCKING animal after you spit it out, half-chewed. Take a smiling picture of the FUCKING animal when its a piece of shit floating in your toilet.

Then put it in a FUCKING album and show it to your kids, put it on your blogs, your facebook accounts and EVERYTHING else. Go ahead. Be PROUD to be a hunter, killer and consumer.

MULTI-TASK!!

oh yeah, and song of the day is "Insomnia" by Craig David...

middle earth - a prediction of things to come

i was re-reading the Lord of the Rings the other day when it struck me that Middle Earth resembles a modern day country. And i was instantly drawn into the predicaments of the present day.

MIDDLE earth? Can anyone name a similar country?? No no not the MIDDLE East, dipshits. No one gives a fuck about the middle east, except that it produces OIL. Oil? Wat u care about oil - u cooking something?

NO, im talking about the MIDDLE kingdom - CHINA, land of melanine, sweat shops and other ridiculously contradictory shit, like that earthquake that killed lots of children. In an interview u would see an old man crying about how they were good kids and that they were good to him, BUT if u notice carefully, the old man is wearing a NIKE jacket - which makes it obvious - those kids died in a sweatshop making fake goods - probably even mass producing poisonous milk again.

Hey dont say im prejudice k? Im just thinking wat they'd be thinking. Remember this is the same country that had phone scams asking for donations to phoney charities just days after that tragic earthquake.

But SAURON, what about him?? Who could he be?? Remember Sauron is a huge blazing EYE on top of a black tower of teeth, he sees all and is most certainly evil - and yet despite all his so-called wisdom, he wants to take over Middle Earth, which is a shit land full of short cropgrowing farmers (see a resemblance here?). And with SHEER power of will, he commands hordes of ugly ugly orcs to fight for him.

After thinking about long and hard, i came to the conclusion that Sauron must be none other than RONALD MACDONALD. I mean LOOK at those ORCS, they are HIDEOUSLY ugly and fat and wat not. Didnt u guys see that movie SUPER SIZE ME? It's the exact consequence of total MacDonaldization. If they conquer Middle Earth, imagine ALL THAT LAND, used to grow POTATOES, all of which converted into FRENCH FRIES. Holy shit... MacDonalds would soooo rule the world.

Middle Earth would've been fine if the ELVES hadnt left though - those pricks. But elves dont exist here on this planet. Im sure that if China had elves - they would most certainly be the GREEKS.

I mean, if the Greeks could break through the gates of Troy, they most certainly could do it to China and their puny not-so-Great Wall and launch a full scale occupation - i mean even the bricks were probably full of melanine. And the Chinese dont even have Eric Bana.

And the Greeks have Brad Pitt. I mean look at those ABS, no amount of Chinese sweatshops will ever be able to copy THOSE. Genuine stuff, cannot bluff!!

SOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Ronald MacDonald wants to take over China, and the Greek pussies are fleeing for the Gray Havens, which is most certainly a nearby LAN shop to play World of Warcraft (its the only place where u can never grow old and never die, apparently).

The Greeks left the Chinese to fight for themselves, but of course they couldnt. COMMUNISM mah, if one cannot fight, then ALL cannot fight lo. Communism mah.

Thankfully for the Chinese, a brave Hobbit stood up to defend them, his name was Tom Cruise, a short little prick. Even though he stood up to defend the Chinese, they STILL couldnt see him - he was THAAAAAAT short. Thankfully, he had a friend, called Some-Wise Gandhee, who is ridiculously bald (so bald, his hair folicles grew BACKWARDS) that he got noticed and hence could draw attention to the short shit Cruise.

Cruise assembled the Fellowship of the Ring, which is composed primarily of the cast of L-O-S-T. And accompanied by a powerful wizard called Gandalf. While not clearly indicated, everyone knows that Gandalf by DEFINITION, an INDIAN. Of course, I mean, he fought a huge beast on a mountain top, sang about it, killed the fucker and got rescued by birds, all this while being half-dead and shit. At his whistling (and more singing), a horse arrives and he can ride it. Plus he talks bullshit about prophecies and all. "At the light of the first dawn, look to the East..." WTF IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN??? And he drove off Ronald MacDonald's minions with light from his *ahem*... his "staff". Holy shit, dont mess with Gandalf-samy.

Unfortunately, Cruise and his fellowship couldnt defeat Ronald MacDonald. Most of the cast of L-O-S-T died when they were tricked into eating Mega McSpicy Upsize meals that Ronald presented to them. Cmon u cant blame them, they were lost and all, so they were most certainly hungry. They went into fits of LAO-SAI bcos of the uber-spicy Mega McSpicies and promptly shitted out their guts and organs, turning them into hollow, ghostly shells of humans - called the Nazgul.

Cruise retreated with Some-Wise Gandhee to the capital city Hong Kong (yes its Hong Kong, not Beijing, everyone knows that), where they Gandalf abandoned them to create a porno scam BIGGER than that of Edison Chen's.

Left with nothing, Cruise and Some-Wise Gandhee, entered the underworld of Infernal Affairs where they found out that Andy Lau was a spy of Ronald and promptly executed him by reverse castration (the details are too graphic to describe).

Having won a small victory of Ronald, Cruise and Gandhee sought help from the single most powerful nation on the world - JAPAN. Holding a huge Japan-Idol-like contest, they recruited all the most LOSER-est boys from Japan, bcos it turns out EVERY loser boy in Japan has natural talent with Humanoid Gundams, or has a obscene attraction to Pokemon.

While the Humanoid Gundams distracted Ronald with an immensely hot Eva Longoria lookalike Gundam, the Pokemon bitches unleashed a storm of Piiiiiiiii-Kaaaaaaaaa-CHUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!! all over the McSpicies, causing them to ignite and catch fire, sending pepperish smoke into the Eye of Ronald MacDonald, causing him to cry and all. Seeing MacDonald cry, all his minions realized what a GAY LITTLE shit he was an left him for a better life, namely BK, but that is another story to tell.

Cruise and Some-Wise retired, and lived in the mountains, the Brokeback mountains. Federer won the French open, LKY finally kicked the bucket... HARD, Odex HQ burst into flames for no apparent reason, and Internet became free.

And the world lived happily ever after, DESU.

ALL HAIL LELOUCH! ALL HAIL LELOUCH! ALL HAIL LELOUCH.

Happy New Year, i made this all up in 20min.

Sunday, December 28, 2008

christmas summary...

ok so it was christmas. And we had a helluva holiday. My body is aching to the point of retirement.

Mom came out to sg on Tuesday for the Converse and G2000 Warehouse sales. My place is DAMN near all those warehouses so can easily go - less than 5min drive. Anyway, the Converse sale reminded me of my age - EVERYTHING there was too young for me to wear. Gone are the days when i would wear a shirt that said something random - waaaaaaaay too childish. Damn stupid. Nowadays, it's all about the polo shirt - which is kinda sad, really.

In stark contrast to the IMMENSELY popular Converse sale, the G2000 sale was as dead as graveyard - NO ONE THERE AT ALL. Seriously. WTF mann... The Converse sale was soooo crowded, i almost couldnt breathe properly. Anyway, bought a few shirts. Nothing much.

Then it was all about tennis. Tennis for 3 days in a row, each day lasting almost 3.5hours on court. Insanity and total exhaustion. I dont think i need to play tennis for the next 2 weeks or so.

Nah, just kidding - i'll still play.

The only problem was the street soccer courts beside us were CONSTANTLY being occupied by PRCs playing the SHITTIEST SOCCER ON THE PLANET, or by Ind*an nationals playing the LOSEREST SPORT ON THE PLANET CRICKET. It was enough to send me into stark raving spitting madness each time a dirty soccer or cricket ball rolled over.

And it also didnt help that the PRC who kept asking us for the ball back was a GODDAMN HIPPO on STILTS. From the waist up, he was an obscenity to the eyes. GARGANTUOUS man boobs and enough spare tyres for a double decker bus, added to a head that had no resemblance of a chin or cheeks - just a fucking lump of skin with eyes, a mouth and a voice - a high pitched crap of a voice - the kind of voice that would make u burst out laughing if he were to give a speech at Eva Longoria's funeral. But from the waist down, he had NOTHING on his legs. It's as though the fat from his stomach just spread to that local area and no where else. FUCKED UP AS HELL. I could see the BONES in is legs. If he were stand on one leg, that one leg would CONFIRM SHATTER INTO A MILLION SHARDS OF BONE. CONFIRM!!! What the fuck is that? And he's playing a STRIKER??? Go and die la! Go back to ur farmlands and plant some tapioca la dirt shit. Dont bring ur ugly fat dna to this part of the world can?? Just fucking disappear and take the whole lot with u!!

*Ahem* but enough about that.

So what did i get for christmas? NOTHING, im saving up for something will only be released near the end of January or the start of February. Besides, i've spent enough on food and dinners for the last few days.

In the meantime - Happy New Year. It's this Wednesday.

Song of the day is "We Cry" by The Script...

Monday, December 22, 2008

"Break Even" by The Script...

I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing
Just prayed to a god that I don't believe in
Coz I got time while she got freedom
Coz when a heart breaks no it don't break even

Her best days will be some of my worst
She finally met a man that's gonna put her first
While I'm wide awake she's no trouble sleeping
Coz when a heart breaks no it don't break even, even no

What am I suppose to do when the best part of me was always you?
What am I suppose to say when I'm all choked up and you're OK?
I'm falling to pieces, yeah
I'm falling to pieces

They say bad things happen for a reason
But no wise words gonna stop me bleeding
Coz she's moved on while I'm still grieving
And when a heart breaks no it dont break even, even, no

What am I gonna do when the best part of me was always you?
What am I suppose to say when I'm all choked up and you're OK?
I'm falling to pieces, yeah
I'm falling to pieces, yeah
I'm falling to pieces
I'm falling to pieces

You got his heart and my heart and none of the pain
You took your suitcase, I took the blame
Now I'm trying to make sense of what little remains
Coz you left me with no love, with no love to my name

I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing
Just prayed to a god that I don't believe in
Coz I got time while she got freedom
Coz when a heart breaks no it don't break even
No it don't break, no it dont break even, no

What am I gonna do when the best part of me was always you?
What am I suppose to say when I'm all choked up and you're OK?
I'm falling to pieces, yeah
I'm falling to pieces, yeah
I'm falling to pieces
I'm falling to pieces

Oh, it don't break even, no
Oh, it don't break even, no
Oh, it don't break even, no

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

merry christmas from certis...

So the Senior Consultant sat down with me yesterday. Just me? Bcos the other 2 engineers were still engrossed with their stuff and i was the only one he could grab.

Funny that the consultant's name was NICK.

Anyway, nick's the senior consultant regarding the MBS project, which im sure u all are SICK of hearing about, but FUCK U, its important to me. His idea was to give me a briefing about the roles and job scopes of the project.

Well, i absorbed, as much as i could. And thankfully, nick knew i wasnt gg to remember so much so he went easy.

But at the end of it, he got all quiet.

"Hmm... what else?"

Then comes the good part.

"You guys will need new name cards, since you all will be Site Managers."

Yeah i knew that already, nick... chey...

"Notebooks? You want notebooks?"

Notebooks? U mean this? (I point to the REAL notebook in my hand)

"LAPTOP la. Get u all laptops la. Or else how to work on site?"

Okay - that's fine.

"Hmm... BLACKBERRIES. I'll get u all Blackberries."

Alrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrite!

"Hmm... And... we'll... we'll... we'll... get u all an office on the project itself."

SWEEEEEEEEEEEEEET.

Merry fucking christmas to ME.

I got a PROMOTION, a LAPTOP, a BLACKBERRY and an ESCAPE FROM THE OFFICE.

I am trully blessed. Thank you, saint nick!

OF COURSE, this is all just in PLANNING - have to see if it gets approved by the director la. But it's still ecstacy to know that im *that* close to getting them.

song of the day is "Giorni Dispari" by Ludovico Einaudi... i cant get enough of his compositions...

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

one of the funniest things up to this point...

Read on the Rants section of a tennis forum:

Qn: What if the President of the USA loved ANIME!?!?!?

Ans: "ALL HAIL LELOUCH! ALL HAIL LELOUCH! ALL HAIL LELOUCH" is what would happen.

Ans: Soldier's would ride in Gundams.

Ans: "Ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country DESU."

Ans: After they caught Osama, the president'll get all teary and then scream, "Osama no BAKA!" *slap*!

Ans: I read somewhere that he's a fan of Golgo 13.

Ans: I would be so proud to be American.

Ans: All school uniforms would be miniskirts. And i might actually get a date for being a loser.

Ans: "Vote for me! SHARINGAN!"

Ans: NEKO MIMI BANZAI!!

Ans: SEISHUN!






Ans: Either way, we are so...

hell yeah

Project work rawks. Seriously. I've never more motivated in my life. I even took to the Excel Spreadsheet work like a coke addict in the soft drink section.

Also, i found out that one of the site engineers, Htu (vietnamese, but can speak english), stays at Circuit road too! He stays at Blk 67, which is just METRES away from mine. Awesome.

PLUS, i found out that the draftsman is a dota player.

I swear someone in the group plays tennis too.

Then i'll be set. I'll sign the lifetime contract straightaway.

song of the day is "Awakening" by Mae...

Monday, December 15, 2008

the numbers...

I am utterly stunned.

1485 door access units and almost 605 CCTV systems. And they want ME to make a spreadsheet of the whole thing.

U will not see me until February, i tell you.

Of course i am stunned beyond words, but so are the rest of the engineers. I see heads shaking. Mine is one of them.

But almost immediately, something familiar happens.

Mr Khoo, the project manager wants a matrix of the entire system - cameras, conduits, DIUs, fibre optics and all. But Edwin, the engineer with me, says that we should stick build the system with bits of circuits, that way implementation will be easier.

And they bicker.

Strangely familiar to what i used to see in uni. Seriously. Things havent really changed eh?

song of the day is "Immediate Music" from the Pirates of the Carribbean soundtrack...

Sunday, December 14, 2008

i hate the rain...

I wanna know, have you ever seen the rain? Comin' down on a sunny day.

Well fuck that. I rushed all the way back out to sg and find out that its raining. And i cant play tennis. And dad's flying off on monday morning. And i have spent a grand total of about 12hours with my dad, who will be disappearing for another 6 weeks.

FUCK CERTIS CISCO. U have ruined my life. Meetings on Saturdays SUCK and should never happen. Anyone who does so, or even REMOTELY suggests this kind of thing should be SHOT DEAD and left to rot in a longkang in india and get eaten by crocodiles.

I cannot wait for the MBS project to go into full swing. I also cannot wait for my new namecard to get printed. For the project, we've been temporarily promoted to Site Managers. LoLz... EPIC WIN. I cant wait.

Friday, December 12, 2008

more tennis insanity...

It is said that the athlete is a culmination of his lifetime of work up to that point. A runner, no matter how talented, will become slower if he has lost his motivation in life. The world's buffest lifter will not lift his barbell while his heart is too heavy for himself to carry.

In retrospect, the runner runs faster because of what he has gone through up to that point. The driving force of both strenuous training and mental anguish at losing is what forces his foot into that single step forward. A tennis player's forehand is a mirror of his life and hardwork up to that point. The heaviness of a karate exponent's punch comes from the weight of the burden he has bourne up to that point.

Allow me now to introduce you to a match from long ago, when the hottest thing on the market, a man named Andre Agassi, met a young upstart who had come from no where. Andre Agassi had started from young, and had started winning young, with a powerful twohanded backhand, powerful groundstrokes and flashy personality. He was the rockstar of the tennis court and was indeed, all a tennis player could ask for - he had tremendous strength, natural eye-to-ball contact and a flair for long and punishing rallies, rallies that built drama and intensity and typically culminated in a powerful scorching winner from Agassi's racquet.

The upstart had started at the same time as Agassi, but unlike Agassi, was a relative nobody throughout his junior days. He had followed the trend, like Agassi, starting with a twohanded backhand, and liking for playing from behind the baseline, initiating long rallies. But it wasnt for him. Slowly, the upstarted changed from a twohanded backhand to a onehanded backhand (which anyone in tennis will tell u, is virtually impossible). The upstart changed his style to a faster style - one that was built around a powerful serve, honed from hours and hours of torturous practice, and incredible footspeed to close the net for a volley.

The change was a shock and was insanely, uncomfortable. The upstart lost throughout his junior career and remained anonymous while Agassi bathed in the spotlight.

In fact, they played once - with Agassi winning hands-down. "I honestly thought that he wasnt any good," remarked Agassi later.

Years later, the two met in the final of the US-Open. It was 1990. Agassi had come through to the final, just as expected. But this time, the upstart facing him across the net wasnt just a relative unknown.

This upstart had done some miraculous things along his way here.

The young man had battled past the THEN "King of Clay", a hard-hitting and powerfully built Thomas Muster, ranked 6th in the world. And he had beaten him handily in the 4th round.

The unknown had upset the 4th ranked Ivan Lendl, the godfather of the modern power game. Lendl had been in the final of the US Open for 6 consecutive times before this loss. And the young upstart had beaten Lendl at his own game, in a long drawn-out match that lasted for 5 sets - the type of match that Lendl was known for winning.

He then changed drastically and beat the fiery John McEnroe in 4 sets, with him charging the net, faster than McEnroe could and unleashing a barrage of devastating serves and breathtaking volleys that left McEnroe thinking he was staring into a mirror.

And here at last, he was at the final. By then, he was no longer an unknown. His name was slowly being remembered. They called him Sweet Pete, bcos his game was so simple - he just outplayed you and beat you. It was so simple - it was sweet.

At 19 years and 28 days old, Sweet Pete "kicked [Agassi's] ass" as Andre would put it later. And people wondered where was this guy before this event. While Agassi had played kids his age and won the tournaments, Pete had entered into categories ABOVE his own - and lost. While Agassi hogged the limelight with his power game, Pete's game was focused on longevity and for that, he had suffered early.

But this wasnt early any more. Pete won the match in 3 straight sets. As he raised his arms, the chair umpire declared, "Game, Set and Match - Pete Sampras." And he had become the youngest ever US Open champion.

The burdens of Pete's life had come full circle, and though they were not over, were enough to propell him past Agassi and become the greatest player of his generation.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

bio-rhythm

Does anyone know how to play the piano?

Well, if you do, then u know that when learning, the teacher will bring out a METRONOME. Basically, it's this thing that will rock back and forth and make a "tick" for each beat. This helps to keep your playing in a good rhythm so you dont go too fast, or too slow.

That's EXACTLY the reason why M*lays and Ind*ans always keep their handphones playing ridiculously stupid music. It helps to keep them in rhythm. If you turned off their handphones, they'd just forget how to walk, or forget to slow down at a red light and end up getting squished by a vegetable truck (bcos getting killed by a truck full of cabbage is just plain FAIL imo)...

Fucking idiots, and mindless fucks...

And i've just walked into a 7-Eleven, looking to grab a takeaway sandwich for dinner. And guess what? A MOTHER-FUCKING IND*AN has parked his little babies monster pram in front of "Grab a Bite" section.

EVIL PIECE OF UNGODLY HELL SHIT!!

I had half a mind to fling open the pau steamer and let the hot water drip onto his hellspawn, and the other half to "accidentally" drop a cup of cupnoodles onto it. Either way, it wouldve been fine.

That isnt much to ask for isnt it?

I hope that HELLSPAWN of his burns in hell, along with HIM. DIE!!

Work wasnt very good today.

song of the day is "Odd Days" by Ludivico Einaudi...

Monday, December 8, 2008

the alphabet of a racquet addict...

A: Athletics. I spend 30-45min per week on pure athletic training.
B: Backhand. One of my fav shots and its the strongest in my group.
C: Crosscourt. The most underrated of directions to place a shot.
D: Down-the-line. A finishing shot or a typical approach shot.
E: Eye. Keep it on the ball. Not the girls.
F: Footwork. I spend 30min a week on footwork training.
G: Gut. My string of choice.
H: Hardcourt. The most common surface in Singapore.
I: Intercept. One of my fav tennis plays that involves intercepting a weak cross court on the rise for a down the line winner.
J: Jab. A special type of dropshot used in Squash.
K: Kill. A type of Squash shot that is used to finish a point.
L: Let. A squash call where your opponent unintentionally comes between you and the ball. The point is restarted.
M: Masterclass. A term used when you have effortlessly pulled off almost every known shot in the book to win a match. Federer does this often and everyone else wants to.
N: Net play. Squash made me good at this and i apply it to tennis.
O: Opportunistic. It pays to be this way in any racquet sport.
P: Placement. The most important thing to remember when hitting the ball.
Q: Quicken. Another of my tennis plays where i play slower shots and then suddenly hit 1 or 2 fast shots on the rise, while moving into the court to break a slow rhythm.
R: Round the World. A defensive boast (a shot type) in squash where the ball touches all four walls.
S: Serve. My fav and strongest shot that i practice day-in-day-out.
T: T-position. The centre of your half of the tennis court, or centre of a squash court. If you can make it here, it usually means that you are in a dominant position.
U: Up the T. The serve that usually earns me a free point or an ace outright.
V: Volley. An aggressive shot that involves hitting the ball before it bounces. One of the most rewarding shots in tennis/squash to play.
W: Win. The aim of the game.
X: X-treme. I just put xtreme here bcos i had nothing else to put. lol...
Y: Yank. The last of my fav plays where I play a shot that is short and low to "yank" the other guy into no man's land so that i can hit a deep shot for a win.
Z: Zoom. The sound that my serve makes as it goes past you.

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

a little unrelated...

I dunno what to say. Suddenly, i am "blessed" with not one, but TWO Blackberries!

No la. It's all for experimental purpose, but that didnt stop me from popping my sim card into one of them and spending a good 1-2 hours playing with it. The blackberries will be used for TOP SECRET missions involving starhub. Sssshh... dont tell anyone i said that.

Also, in a very VERY suay situation, i was planning to go bed EARLY yesterday, when a horrible thing happened.

A moth, the size of a small bird flew into the apartment and wouldnt leave, no matter how many textbooks Jasper threw at it.

Of course, i had to do something, and since i did have the best serve so far (tennis again), i grabbed my spare racquet and went moth-bird hunting. Just so that you know, my primary playing racquet is strung with gut, but my spare racquet is made for wet weather, and it's strung with ALU POWER - which is a stiff poly string with added ALUMINIUM fibres for extra zip. I got it in my head that i would BEAN the moth dead on and SHRED it into oblivion.

Imagining a shredded moth spirling out the window and to its death (provided the strike doesnt kill it first), was enough to make me forget how small my apartment is. I found the moth and i swung at it.

I MISSED.

And i smacked the LIGHT instead, shattering the light bulb. A good 1.5 hours later, I had swept, vaccuumed and swept again until all the glass bits of the light bulb were gone, and i wasnt in danger of impaling my toes on a shard of treacherous glass. And it was about 1am. DAMNIT!

And i have to wake up EARLIER than usual tomorrow (we have a training session at 730am scheduled). This put me on REDLINE and so i was on a mission.

KILL THE MOTH AND DO IT BEFORE 115am SO THAT I COULD STILL GET SOME SLEEP.

But it was no where to be found. I was sadded. So sadded.

But there is a light side to the story, as i was ironing my clothes for the next day, it popped out from behind the curtains and i took a swing at it - with the IRON.

I hit it, amazingly. The moth tumbled to the floor, dead, and missing a wing. Said wing was stuck onto the hot iron, MELTING and vaporising away like a vampire after u throw holy water on it. Sickening and disgusting - but i couldnt turn away. I wont talk about the smell, bcos that would bring my dinner back up my throat.

song of the day is "I Shall Not Walk Along" by the Blind Boys of Alabama...