Nevermind the title. I found it rather amusing that a certain someone's msn nick gave me every reason to say that and I couldn't resist. But that is not the focal point of this entry.

It finally dawned on me why everyone who stepped into the shop or stood at the counter appeared to me as punching bags. I've also come to know why for one brief moment I just felt like pushing away all the things on the counter. I also know why the hunger pangs became out of control. I went to work with an empty bag and came home with a not-so-empty bag. If you're too dumb (you must be a guy. pfffttt.) to understand what the hell am I blabbering about, I am now bleeding profusely. Now, get the picture?

Ohhh and I am guessing that some people have not heard of mint drops or chewable mint. Seriously, at least rinse after every meal, please. Yes, I do realise I am being so fucking ngada-ngada. If you think that I am done with dressing down the people who I think are in need of lessons in order not to incur my wrath, boy, are you in for a lot more! Before I go any further, I shall make it clear that I have damaged salivary glands and so sometimes, I do drool even as I speak. But that RARELY happens anyway. So are those people who spit on me every few seconds when they engage in a conversation with me, telling me that they have severely damaged salivary glands?! I can excuse you if it happens once or twice but gee, if your keep showering me every few seconds, I may just have to punch your face.

And does being the eldest mean I have to share EVERYTHING with my younger siblings? Does being the eldest necessarily include having to tolerate instances where people take you for a charitable organisation? Does being the eldest mean that I must keep silent even when they use or take my things without prior notice or permission? Forget about asking for permission, is it too darn difficult to fucking inform me?

I especially don't like people who shove me aside once they don't need me any longer. After all that one has done for another, the least the other party could do is to show some sense of gratitude. Not a cold shoulder. Sometimes I wonder if there's any good left in humankind. In fact, I wonder all the time. You don't have to feed me with the normal "hey, you're not that perfect yourself so shut the hell up". I think I know myself well enough.