Okay. Look. Wow. As soon as I typed okay look the time turned twelve.
Okay look again. 12.01.
This is going to be one of those Sad Saturday posts. It was supposed to be a Freaky Friday post but the clock struck twelve remember.
I'm not in my most comfortable position. I'm just crumpled into a corner on an undersized chair with an over-sized body.
Fuck my English and there we go again. Brace yourselves. Profanity will be an overdose tonight. Parental guidance not necessary cause fuck away. I started swearing when I was 13 officially so fuck you.
BEWARE: I might skip spaces, punctuation, font size, creativity and yes grammar too.
DEAL WITH IT!!!
I'm just here to write. NO. TO RANT.
Okay so look. Again and again and again.
I'm so fucking lazy to write but I'm just going to do it anyway. I mean this rant post not like write write kinda write. Apparently kinda is a valid word. Fuck contemporary English.
Okay so let's just fucking start there shall we.
ENGLISH
I cannot fucking tahan Ya Tuhankuuuuuuu Engelissssss kat opis aku merosot sampai aku nak mampos gilerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Okay no seriously. Ever since I joined this company apparently my Tamil has improved and my English is just deteriorating. I've not read a decent book since August and I've not written ever since. Reconciliations are just getting to my head and I'm not even achieving anything. We'll get to that shit later. So back to English. I mean seriously civilization needs to understand the importance of English or else well... no civilization. God help them. God help me. Atleast a word a day please just read it and learn it. I honestly don't give a fuck who reads this shit today but if you're reading then that's progress enough. Learn a new word. FUCK. It means to fornicate, have intercourse, sex. There all the synonyms laid out for you. Used in a proper sentence...
FUCK YOU!!! (With the damn right punctuation, grammar and style bitches)
RECONCILIATION
For those of you who think this word is Greek. Here's how it goes.
You take the fucking payment listing that's fucked up literally all over the place by the fucked up customer and you fucking match it with your fucking payment listing which will never fucking match and burn your eyes till you even find the fucking invoice number on that compressed, congested, cock shit sheet. Then after you've fucking digested the fact that both shiznits don't match, you try and open your fucking credit note report and see that even that shit doesn't match to your fucking payment listing let alone the fucking customers fucking list. Then you be like "oh nooooooo fuck this shit what am I going to do with this fucking shit now." Then you try to fucking see if what the fucking customer is claiming is fucking through by matching it with another list some bitch gives you and you be like "Bitch, half the details ain't here". Then you be like "okay fuck this shit I'ma call sales see if they know what shit they agreed with the customer" and they be like "Oh fuck noooooooo how am I supposed to know what I gave the customer" and there, right at this very mother fucking point you just do a table flip and use that damn-right-punctuation,-grammar-and-style-bitches sentence and go "FUCK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU". Then once you've had it and done your daily ritual of 3 cups of Milo a day and cursed but thanked Nestle for such an expensive but totally worth it product, you go back to your fucking desk (with which you can't peacefully pin up things that you like without having some asshole comment on it) and you fucking get an approval to blindly issue a credit note for them customers and then you wait for the fucking thing to be issued while you get fucked by everything else in office and then you fuck it to the customer's fucking face and there you think you're done but nooooooooooo. You have to now fucking tag that shit to some non-existent shit you pluck out of air and obviously that shit ain't going to balance. Then when that shit ain't balanced them shit face sales be coming to shit on your face and then you get fucked and somehow fuck some shit up to solve the fucking problem and everyone along the process is happy they got whatever the fuck they want but you. You just get fucked all the way through and then it's over. Done. Like a one night stand, like a tramp, like a used condom, like a soda can that contains all that gaseous pressure to keep that damn drink tasty for your but once you're done drinking you be kicking the can around ungratefully. Dude the least you can do is recycle that shit. (confession: i threw a can into the bin yesterday). Which brings me to my next topic.
GREEN PLANET GREEDY PEOPLE
Yes. I threw a can of Sprite into the bin. Not only did I gain more calories to become a larger carbon footprint but I threw the can into the bin instead of recycling it. I have no excuses. Yes I was just fed up and a bitch but I have no excuse. Execute me by all means but HA HAAA you can't do that. NE NE NEEE POO POOOO. Know how that feels??? Being NE NE NE POO POOPED at!!!
I DOOOO!!! BY MY OWN FATHER WHO THREW A TISSUE INTO THE DRAIN WHEN THERE WAS A HUGE FUCKING DUSTBIN IN FRONT OF HIS CATARACT (This will be my next topic) PRONE EYES.
NEED I EXPLAIN FURTHER.
FUCK ALL OF YOU!!!
THE CATARACS.
Okay THE CATARAC isn't the topic but if you've heard of The Cataracs, it was an American hip hop indie-pop production project (formerly duo) formed in Berkeley, California consisting of songwriter, vocalist, and producer Niles "Cyranizzy" Hollowell-Dhar (born 6 October 1988), and formerly songwriter and vocalist David "Campa" Benjamin Singer-Vine (born 1987). Yeah I know I'm lazy like that and copy pasted the shit out of it from Wikipedia but hey the fact that I took a damn hard attempt to change back the font is a big fucking deal. So yeah. This topic ain't about the Cataracs specifically but just music in general since I like that song Dancing In The Dark by Deven and I think the Cataracs helped her too. I don't know don't ask me technical things like this but I love music and A.R.Rahman. He's a category of his own. Like when I say I like music yes I like every kinda song and music director and I listen to various genres but then when I say I like A.R.Rahman it's like a noun. Like okay let's not get to that whole noun pronoun shit fuck. As much as my English is Oh So Wow (sounds like Au Re Voir) but the whole technical shit behind it sucks. Anyways I think you know what I mean. Like the reason I'm alive is him and I can also die a happy person because of him andddddddd my sangeetham teacher who is an 18 year old boy who is like some child prodigy and gosh his voice is so heavenly and I be like if these people can change the world why can't I?
FINALLY
Since I just stopped at a some what a nice note, I'll try and end this post here but really life is a struggle. Sometimes you want to come home to a family but you can't. Sometimes you want to go out and meet some civilized souls but you can't. But always you can listen to music, (erm you can't do that shit in office you have to eat sleep recon repeat literally numbers) anyways at other times you can listen to music and you can rant and write but only on your blog. Not to humans. Humans suck and you shouldn't suck. I don't suck cause I'm an alien. Fuck you I'll be anything I want to be which is actually making want to write another topic about people who judge but oh well... FUCK THEM ANYWAYS.
So I'm DONE. I'm FUCKING DONE. WITH ALL THIS SHIT AND SHIZNITS AND FUCK.
OKAY NOW I'M DONE FOR REAL AND I'M GOING TO WATCH THE NOTEBOOK CAUSE IT MIGHT MAKE ME HAPPY OR CRY BUT WHATEVER.
No I'm actually done cause my back, wrist and mum is hurting me. (P/S:- There is no such word as paining). Fuck this shit. But I'm also going to watch the movie. Oh did I tell you? Movies are also nice. They let me forget reality for a while. I don't know let's not go there now. There's apparently a fine line between reality and fantasy. I'm just hanging on it. Nope. Swinging on it. Nope. Mostly being blown on it to the fantasy side. I think I've mentioned this before but I don't care cause I can do and be whatever the FUCK I WANT TO BE!!!
MUNDANE (Word Of The Day - Google That Shit You Illiterate Twat)
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