I would have finished watching season 6 of friends right at 9. But you see, I had to start playing the disc all over again and find the chapter of where I last stopped. All because the disc is badly scratched. I don't know if it's just me being damn ngada-ngada nak mampos or what, but I don't understand how people watch dvd and have scratches, handprints and whatever stains you can possibly think of, left on the disc. The worst thing is, it's not even a private property. Hey, if it's yours, by all means, scratch it, shit on it. But rental discs belong to the shop. It's just as good as borrowing a book from a library or anything from anyone for that matter. You don't borrow someone else's belonging and leave curry stains on it, good grief.

So my point is, I could, would and should have finished season 6 at 9.

Okay, you know what?

Since I'm at it, I might as well let everything out. But first, if you find that I have a blood of a bitch and that nothing can please me, there's always the x on the top right hand corner. This is my blog and I'm only exercising my prerogative.

There's nothing in this world that I find more annoying than people who always have to get on other people's last nerve. It's preposterous how some expect others to always be on stand by, hoping that by some miraculous chance, others would have the luxury of time and would be willing to cater to their every whim and fancy. Ohh but when others just need to ask a question that would probably take what, 10 seconds of their oh-so-precious life, they come up with a thousand and one excuses (I couldn't help but exaggerate the magnitude of the situation).

Why are some people like that?

Or is this just an excuse for me to grind my pitchfork, yet again? Am I that impossible to please? But I'm thankful nonetheless, for avenues like blogger and such, for it provides me a medium to channel and vent all my frustration. That includes my resentment for some of the human habits that to me are rather disconcerting. Like for instance, Singaporean women's disability in pee-ing quite accurately without making a mess. Okay at this point, the entry becomes completely pointless.

Anyhow, I don't know what I'd do without blogger. My temper, my anal-retentiveness and the raging, dire urge to slap whoever I find annoying may probably be exacerbated if I haven't found blogger.

Blogger, my hero.

Okay, I should publish this post already.