Smooth Criminal

The only reason why I'm venting my frustrations through this blog is just so I could minimize those chances of me breaking down and crying while walking on the streets. Stupid thoughts about him could suddenly come back to haunt me every now and then.

It's just annoying when you have this crazy man with a very high IQ of 180+ looking down on you because he just suddenly thinks you're not good enough for him. Totally annoying when he rubs it in by saying he doesn't have to be an "office slave" unlike many other people out there in this world, including myself. Even more annoying to see that triumphant smirk on his face when he says he doesn't have to do "9 to 5" like everyone else.

Of course you don't have to be an "office slave". You're unique, unlike everyone else who's stupid and boring and don't know anything about history and anthropology or whatever else you're good at. Other people are stupid because they have to work everyday to look after their families and don't have time to spend  the whole day reading about human evolution and the religions of the world. Other people are boring because they don't get the chance to run around in all kinds of exotic countries, all expenses paid for by other parties. Other people are also hopeless stupid fools who have "sticky, greasy children" and/or ailing parents to take care of. They're not special because they're not brave enough to run away from their responsibilities; not smart enough to get other people to adore and worship them; not "Jedi" enough to be anything extraordinary.

"I've done some research before for my Psychology subject during my final year back in the States. A group of us students had to visit this particular prison to interview hardcore criminals. The thing about these people is that they're not stupid people. They have extraordinarily high IQ levels," a friend told me during one of our heart-to-heart talks.

"You cannot be too naive to allow this man to bully you......"

Sigh. A bit too late now. I had saved myself all these years for one stupid idiot who had just used and dumped me. He's a stupid Malaysian Chinese. Stupid Mongoloid.

Like I care

"No, I'm not a registered voter," I told Ariel, much to her surprise and dismay.

 

"But it's your responsibility as a citizen to register as a voter!" she exclaimed.

 

I wasn't ready to tell her why I personally don't intend to ever register as a voter. Like I care. I really don't. I just woke up one day and decided I really don't want to know what's going on in the news anymore. It's like a neverending Chinese drama that has got so much drama in it that it has already ceased to be exciting. But don't end up thinking like me, for heaven's sake. It's my personal choice. 

 

When a man could get so obsessed with politics to the extent of leaving behind his own family (and wife) and dumping a girl he had promised to look after, there's no point in convincing him not to leave. I so love using the phrase "and wife", don't I?

 

"Stop writing! You're getting into so much trouble!"  

 

"It's not going to make a difference," so he had said.

 

So be it. Let all the Angelas, Lynns and whichever aunties out there continue to shower you with praises (and sometimes free meals) for your intelligence and wit, for your amazing ability to charm your way into any person's heart. You say you're not doing this because of the glamour. I say you're doing this because you're just fcuked up. Already fcuked up big time since your university days.

 

Strange how all these kind aunties could tell you so many things about their families but you never mention anything about yours. Not like you have much to tell anyway.

 

Write on, you big liar. It's not going to make a damn difference to me anymore, you bloody rapist, bloody rapist, bloody rapist.  

 

This anger's kinda getting out of control, I suppose.