The Mosquito Slayer!

Posted in Gun Powder!! with tags , , , , , on May 14, 2013 by soul93

You must be wondering why i am so obsessed with mosquitoes, well then let it be known that the part where i live, this obsession is more of a forced one and here mosquitoes are more obsessed with the human race.

With the arrival of summers, it becomes more of an everyday business. More like a war, an ever lasting war between humans and mosquitoes. Mosquitoes leave no end in sucking our blood, torturing us and we shake all the pesticides in order to take revenge.

If the summers have taught me anything it is to fight back. Yes, fight back the mosquitoes. With my hands. I will say it out loud, without fear, oppression or vanity even…that i have turned into a mosquito slayer.

My weapon? My hands. I have killed more mosquitoes with my hands than with any mosquito repellent. And no this is not even a joke. It feels as if the silly insect comes running, or in this case, gliding towards my hands…and WHHHAPPP…they lay there inverted–dead.

I am happy. Because this gives me the confidence to believe in myself. I have the bounty of calling my self a warrior. Now just imagine how i feel.

A sole warrior in the midst of the road, sole weapon–hands…moving stealthily and sniffing, keeping a vigilant eye on the enemy, because it can attack at any time. And upon finding the enemy, striking.

Now imagine how the mosquitoes feel! They feel threatened. They feel defenseless. They feel fickle, small and fast fading. They fear the mosquito slayer, because she brings along with her the message of death and destruction.

And every day…when the evening starts to take over—-i stand there brave and strong and whisper to the surroundings….*There is no need to fear, for the mosquito slayer is here!!*'It is trueeeeee, run for your livess'

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Welcoming The Summer Vacations With A Frown!

Posted in Gun Powder!! with tags , , , , on May 3, 2013 by soul93

If you know me well enough, you’ll know how much i dread the summers and how horribly i loath the vacations. And there is a valid reason for that.

Summers are,  in fact quite opposite to the fancy  of  a silly romantic poet. You see unlike they dream of summers, i actually frown at the mere acknowledgement and arrival of the summer seasons. To be perfectly honest i’d dream about the cool, snowy winters.

No i am not a depressing person, but summer is a depressing season. It is the harbinger of depression. It is hot and sweaty. There are mosquitoes. They suck your blood–all that is left inside. As if life doesn’t already.

Summer brings disease and illness. It brings heartbreak. Yes it does. In Asia, it is the depiction of what winters stand for in the rest of the world.

Summers. One does but sulk in summers. It is a season of fruits yes. But all these fruits bring also with them the fruit of idleness.

Everyone begins to hate everyone else in summers. Or at least i start hating people.

Ach! I welcome you, because i know you will come one day or another, but i don’t welcome you with any open arms, rather with a frown. Sick frown.

The Upcoming-Has-Been-Happened Zombie Apocalypse

Posted in Rage and rave on May 1, 2013 by soul93

The Irrefutable Opinion

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For anyone who doesn’t follow the news, the world ended about six months ago.  At least it was scheduled to.  On the winter solstice of the year 2012 there was a large and unintelligible hubbub regarding the end of the Mayan calendar, some interpretations calling for the end of days (or something to that effect).

Of course everyone had a different way of coping with the coming of the implosion of the world as we know it.  Some prayed.  Some went on spending sprees and engaged in orgies.  Others outfitted themselves with Kevlar suits, strapped AR15s to their backs, and wrapped a belt of hand grenades and flash-bangs around their waists, preparing for the inevitable zombie apocalypse.

This, of course, was all in vain.  Not so much because the world didn’t end, but more so because, if I have learned anything from popular culture, you cannot prepare for a zombie…

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I’m Not Beautiful. And That’s Fine by Me.

Posted in Rage and rave on April 30, 2013 by soul93

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Two weeks ago, I got my hair trimmed, layered in the front, and blow-dried in such a way that it actually looked pretty good. I know it must have looked all right, because my grandmother, with whom I was dining that night, said, “Oh, my! Don’t you look beautiful!”

I tried unsuccessfully to brush wispy bangs out of my eye and replied with a grimace, “Take it in while you can, Grandma, because this is the last time it’s going to look this good until the next time I have to get it trimmed.”

Still, the next time I saw her, she exclaimed in disappointment, “What happened to your bangs? They looked so nice!”

I shrugged. “I went with the wash-and-wait-for-Denver’s-dry-climate-to-air-dry-it look, Grandma. And besides, they were getting in my eyes. I like ’em a lot better pulled back with the rest of this mop.”

Alas for my grandmother, who…

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Why I Hate Exams!!

Posted in Because i said so.. with tags , , , on April 29, 2013 by soul93

It is no secret. I hate exams. And i know a whole bunch of people who hate them. And what is to love?

To begin with, you can never study as you should. During exams your brain is always wandering about things of the future. And even so, if you digest a couple of things, it drifts back….back…back somewhere during the actual exam.

Now do not think that i am dull in the brain (although during the exams one does turn into a dull brained bozo) but it is true. Your brain acts as if it is not related to you in any way. And maybe it isn’t. After all you happen to be a clever nut..*sorry dear brain*

Moving on. There happen to be so many godforsaken books…books that you want to run away from..You can not sleep because you have to face these books.

Then you become dull. Oh wait i already mentioned that. Then you have to write….so much. So very much. It is hard to understand why.

You write..for what reason?? To somehow please the person who would read it? I do not understand.. Do you not get enough of pleasing most of the people…and now you have to please some more.

What lameness. And then i do not get how exams can check our cleverness or get an insight  to how well our brains work…when we know that they clearly do not.

I sound dull…so you may not agree with me, or find me weird. You know why i am dull. I just gave my final exam. They leave you hanging to nothingness. And you keep hoping that you can cling to something….anything that involves not using your brain 24/7.brain

A Page From the Diary of A Dark Sadist Soul..

Posted in Anger Management on December 21, 2012 by soul93

Hello. Today i am a dark sadist soul. We are that once in a while. I haven’t written for a long time. But that is no excuse for being what i pose.

What is a dark sadist soul? What does one look like? Is it fun being something like that? Am i all that dark and sadistic that it is all a blur and a haze to me, the blissful world?

I don’t know anything. It is just a recent turn of events. I just enjoy being cruel. I have a dark soul which can not be helped.

I meet people. Silly bums usually. They act as solo beings which invite me to hurt them. Gah! It can not be helped.

I also don’t like men and most women. But mostly sick men do the trick to bring the nice devil out. I come across a sentence about burning dead men…i laugh scornfully.

I also come across an image of a sad silly girl crying…it pleases me. I want to hit her with a baseball bat.

But that is just dark crazy talk. Now y’all i won’t do any of that.

But really…people can be ‘people who are dumb people’. And that is just sad. Maybe i am too much of an egoist that i consider everyone beyond me….Meh!

They don’t have to piss me off you know!

 

 

The Rage Monster!!

Posted in Anger Management with tags , , , , , , , on November 28, 2012 by soul93

This is number one anger management technique.

To be followed at times…actually at all time.

Find a rod or a stick or anything close and……..roar.

*rawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwr*

Break glass. *raaaaaaaawrrrrrrrr*

*arghhhhhhhhhhh* *break whatever you can find*

Break the furniture.

Hit people.

*raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwr*

Yell.

Scream.

Lose yourself.