Bragging rights for a year.

The results of the hunt is out. We are ranked 165th out of something like 300+ teams. Not bad for a bunch of first-timers with no hunting experience. Not to mention a bunch of jokers.

It was fun. It was neat. Bring on next year.

I put a spell on you.

And people around you. Those idiotic ******s are at it again. Playing music as if they are deaf. Maybe they are born deaf. I've refrained from confronting them because there is no use wasting time with imbeciles. Therefore, I put a spell on them. And people around them. Evil spells.

By the way, just completed a hunt. A 10-hour hunt. Brutal.

Curse of the Wu.

I have been through this before. But I'm going to go through it again.

Those idiotic ******s upstairs are just deaf. Playing their music so loud. To be precise, it is probably not the music but the stupid-arse bass and woofer or whatever. It is just bloody irritating. The booming feeling around the head.

I am not going to go up and confront those brainless fellows. It is just a waste of time. I will just put the Curse of the Wu on them and their immediate families. They need to be taught a lesson. Or lessons.

And you wonder why those people with those tones are much dumb and rude over in this country. And I mean you stupid ******s and *****s. We can do without these people.

Where is Flavor Flav when we need him?

The lady with the middle finger.

I just gotta put this down. I find it so ridiculously funny, it just gotta be archived.

I was driving, chilling on the way home this morning when a car basically tried to cut through the lane on my right to the lane on my left. So, I honked but still let the car through. Then the funny part came. The driver was a lady with a scarf, you know those religious-wannabe outside but a horny chick inside type. That lady gave me a middle finger. Yes, you read that right.

A middle finger. I just smiled. Then I thought, man she really likes the middle finger so much, so probably would suck it off. Yep, suck it dry. Hahaha, such funny scene. It's giving me a hard-on now.

Damn.

Crush them, not ignore them.

The man said we should ignore racists. It is OK to be a racists. You just ignore them.

Why not just freaking crush them like bugs?

Oh, because they are one of them lackeys. I think. Roaches.

Tired and weak.

No sweat. I'm tired and weak. I just need to be rejuvenated. Damn. Rock the bells, boy-e.

Not fit.

Due to laziness and bad weather, I went working out only once last week. WTF. Now, it's time to work it out.

Ending the kopper's season today.

Always remember.

A joke like the beach ball.

So politico-arses called for a ban of horror movies. Damn, don't these hoes have other things to do? Banning horror movies is a restriction on personal freedom of choice and creativity. In fact, the greatest movies are the horror movies. Just look at the plot or the lack of it. Local movie industry grew because of horror movies. And the highest-grossing film in the nation is a horror movie. And to you attention-seeking kunt, there is no way The Dragon Chronicles is a classic. You must be blind. Or deaf. Or dumb.

A lawyer is well discharged of any blame and crime although he was ahem.... selecting judges. Yep, you read that right. Lawyers choosing their mates to preside over their cases so they will end up victorious. Damn.

Oh yeah, dude did not commit suicide. Now, eat your hearts out, you kunts. World-renowned CSI expert just stated that 80% possibility of being murdered. What ya gonna do now? Just like the beach ball, you're a joke.

Lost pendrive.

That sums it all. I don't know where the fart I misplaced the pendrive today.

Nah, it would reveal itself to me one day. I hope.

Sold!

Let's get this shite started.

I'm obese. My friend called me Cartman. My friend called me Fatboy. My mum probably called me fat. And Logan probably would called me Blob.

That is why I'm getting this shite started. I need to get it started. It began last week. And I was feeling way good. Then came yesterday, I wanted to get it on. With the momentum. But when I went to the park for a run-out. My bladder gave way. And I bet if I continued running, I would have pissed there and then. So, yesterday was not considered as a working-out day.

Today, I gave it a miss because it is night-market day. And I have decided that today would be the last of my many eating-binge. I gotta stop somewhere. Tonight, I ate like there is no tomorrow. Because tomorrow onwards, I ain't going to eat large portions and stuff. No more eating-binge.

The car's air-cond ain't working. My cable channels got cut-off. I have no money. It's about time I get this shite started.