some guys are such bastards...

from tuesdae's blog...


Monday, May 30, 2005

Please bear in mind that whatever I am about to write in the following posts are one or more of the below:

1) My serious opinion,
2) Facts
3) of Public Interest
4) Simply an Example or Illustration, if that is the case, then any similarities and or resemblance it bears to any events or living person(s) is purely coincidental.

If that is the case, then I may not be sued for defamation.

It has recently come to my notice (and everyone should have realised by now that everything comes to my notice, sooner or later, usually sooner) that... I have no idea how to put this.

I digress, but I have to say this first : I have always thought that my vocabulary ranges far and wide, but now I am finally at a loss for words (well, not really at a loss, because I don't find myself lost for words) to describe the... monstrous, abominable events that have taken place.

I would almost have said that I don't know where to start, except that I do know, and that is to start at the beginning, so I shall.

There is a guy who used to be from the course of Communications and Media Management (known to many simply as CMM) from Temasek Polytechnic. He was born in January 1983. He looks like a monkey. Especially the monkey from the Playstation 2 game : Ratchet and Clank 3. He is about 1.7 metres tall, dark and a little.. swarthy looking. He is rather athletic - he has illusions of grandeur, certainly, of being a top-notch runner. Well, he used to when we were in year 2 and he was training for sportsday. I suppose it's hard not to be rather athletic when you look like a monkey. He usually dresses simply, some ratty t-shirt and jeans. Recently he has taken to wearing a dark pair of glasses. Maybe he thinks he looks good in them. I have no idea why anyone would think that, but... never under-estimate the power of denial.

Please bear with me for a little while longer, as it is important that you get to know this guy. I shall explain in greater detail soon. Those from CMM may already know who I am talking about.


Now, why would I go into such detail about a monkey? I don't really have much idea. This may make me sound like a pompous bitch who thinks the sun shines outta my ass, but... well, I guess the only reason is because I want to do it, and that's always reason enough for me.

This... Neandarthal had a girlfriend (notice the use of 'had') whom he got to know from CMM of Temasek Poly. She was in Year 1 when he was in Year 3. Common, right, the senior going after junior thing. I could roll my eyes, but I will not, because I am too cool.

They have been together for 1 year 1 month and 2 weeks (don't ask me how I know. I am an Ancient, and that's more than enough for anyone) when he broke up with her.

That's no big deal in itself, actually. Not even that big a deal when it was found out that he was, pay attention to this : not two but THREE-timing her. Okay, the third girl's not confirmed, but he's going to Hong Kong with her sometime in June this year and I say, with his kind of history, what's not to suspect?

Oh yeah, talking about 'History' (his story), I must say that he is a very virile monkey. According to my sources, he has successfully seeded TWO females before this present girl. (The number of babies have yet to be verified, so please do not take me for my word for this part, only ONE previous baby is confirmed, when he was in secondary school.) Oh yeah, I guess you can guess what's coming. Yes, you're right. He was cheating on her when she was pregnant with his baby.

His THIRD baby, according to sources which shall remain confidential. Previous two (with two other females la) got aborted. What a nasty word. Aborted. If I were a cyborg and I had just been programmed to stop my mission from killing some-going-to-be-important-in-the-future person, I would say, Mission Aborted.

He wants to get rid of this third baby. Wow. He has seeds everywhere man. His parents would never need to fear that he might have no descendants. Wait. That might be his karma. He would die a lonely old man. No wife, no children, no money, no friends, no career, no ego, no nothing, except perhaps, lots of regrets.

I shall not quote any sources at the moment, but let me say that what I have heard is enough to make me despise this pathetic excuse for a human 'man'. He wanted to 'get rid of it'. He doesn't want anyone to know about it. He does't want his parents to find out. He doesn't want her parents to find out. He doesn't want his friends to know. He doesn't want her friends to know. He just wants to 'get rid of it' and put it out of his mind.

I confess, it is natural for a person, be it a she or a he, to feel fear or indecision at such times. The important thing is how you deal with such a situation. Do you hide behind another person, refuse to admit the facts, deny the truth, think that you can simply brush everything off because... it can be aborted.

I have nothing against abortion myself. Sometimes it is necessary. I find, however, that irresponsible miserable worms like the slime I am currently writing about take abortion as a convenience. Just because it can be, and is easy to do, therefore I do not care about the consequences or the results. I have my fun and then I am done.

It is easy, you know, for a guy. He shoots and that's it. I mean, I know all about the shooting inside is more pleasurable thingie. Not wearing a condom is more pleasurable thingie. Well it's all about your pleasure, isn't it? Have fun, lotsa it, and when the girl comes knocking on your door with a bigger stomach, and you just know it's not because she's been eating too much, you shut the door on her and hide behind your mobile phone, sending pathetic SMSes.

At the end, it comes down to whether you're man enough to take responsibility. I am assuming (and I have found that my assumptions are usually accurate) that he has refused to come up with money for the abortion that he is raving for, because he is using that money to go travelling in Hong Kong, with the third girl.

Pathetic. Would you call that a man? I am disgusted that I actually know a person like that. I mean, you hear about babies getting thrown in rubbish chutes by some 17 year old girl, you hear about the tsunami victims, you hear about household abuse, you hear about abusive boyfriends and whatnots, but it's one thing to hear, and another to find that such.... irresponsible, egomaniacal and self-centred people are actually around you.

I must say something though.. News travel fast in CMM. News seem to acquire wheels and a 500 horse power engine when they are around me. Heinz knows about this too. He says, "Give him one week."

Shrugs. One week? I don't think we need one week, actually. Oh yeah, you ask, one week for what? One week to "spread the 'Gospel'" according to Heinz.

What else should I say? Nyeh. I think I will continue writing about this another time. I am simply waiting for Natasha to send me her comments from Australia.


Tuesday Helmouth
11:38 PM



Wednesday, June 01, 2005

Hey mortalings, I'm back for some serious bitching. Some bastard-bashing.

Heinz and I are forming a "First Wives Club". We bring out your inner goddess. Show you how to be strong, independant women. We have already taught Alicia and Jolene. Now, we shall spread the faith.

But back to bastard-bashing. If Heinz had not reminded me.. I would have forgotten about him saying that we are 'one-of-a-kind'. Firstly, do you even understand what 'one-of-a-kind' means?

If you ssay Heinz and I are 'one-of-a-kind'... well that's already grammatically wrong.. because, if you haven't noticed, there are TWO of us, not ONE. Maybe two of a kind would be more accurate. Maybe you should stop shooting your seed around, and go take some more english lessons. Scientific research has shown that monkeys can have a vocabulary of up to 200 different sounds (if I remember my readings correctly). You can certainly use some more addtions to your repertoire of groans and moans and chauvinistic comments.

Oh yessssssss *hisses*. Chauvinistic. Another favourtie bashing topic of mine. Male Chauvinist Pigs, usually refered to as MCPs, as simply... infuriating.

If a man dared to command me to NOT wear something, NOT go out with someyone, NOT do something... I would make sure that that's the last thing the pig-brained moron utters.

In a relationship, both partners should be equal. Hello, you think you're in NS commanding your recruits is it. No tube tops, not halter necks, no showing this no showing that, don't do this don't do that, no clubbing, no contacting that person.. no contacting that other person.. delete your phone list... You're not an officer commanding his recruits, and hopefully you'll never make it to that position to command anybody.

Thinking about it makes me wanna scratch somebody's eyes out. My nails are looking perfectly pink and healthy and long, and they, as usual, look gorgeous, just like me. Not everyone can have nails like me you know.

Hey, Monyet. Monyet is 'monkey' in malay, in case your limited vocabulary does not include the word 'monkey'. Oooh oooh aah aaaaah aah ah! That's Ah Meng saying "You suck big time, hope you get gang ass-raped." I know what she means because I'm a Goddess, but I shouldn't have to explain to you, because you would understand, right? After all, you're more or less quite close to each other on the family tree.

So I was saying, Monyet, you think you're such a big man, because your ex-girlfriend had to listen to you, not wear revealing clothes, (and she's not the only one of your exes that you treated like that) wear simple stuff, no clubbing, no talking to the male species in general, except maybe her father. You're a big man because you're afraid your ex-gf will talk to Heinz and me.

You are such a BIIIIG man, because your so-called best friend, who helps you when you've spent all your money (not on condoms, definitely) is not as BIIIIIIG as you are.

You're a big man because you control your girl-friends' contact with other men. You're a big man because you get jealous over the smallest incidents.

You're the biggest man, beacuse you're definitely super-virile, I mean, that's THREE BABIES, isn't it? Wow, thinking about it is sexing me up. That's THREE BABIES you're sired, and THREE BABIES you have condemned. Three women who've suffered or are going to suffer for you.

Hey, you're a big man because, come on, you can simply walk away after you're done, and let the women clean up the shit right? After all, that's what they do in the Dark Ages and farming communities right? The men ride the horses while the women carry the heavy stuffs and walk. The men go to the market to sell things while the women hoe the fields and weed while carrying their babies on their backs. Not much different actually. How quaint. Let her do the dirty work, bear the dirty fruits, sleep on the shit and endure the pain. You, because you are the Big Man, can do whatever you like, for example, going Hong Kong with another girl. There, perhaps the story can be repeated, and then you will have a fourth baby after your soul. Yay, fun.

I hope, with all the dark powers at my command, that you will get your just desserts, and they won't be sweet, except maybe for those of us who wish you ill. I hope, in the dead of the night, when you hear the sound of laboured breathing and sniffling under your bed, that you realise your dead and withered babies have come to look for their father. I hope when you look into the mirror, you see tiny distorted arms wrapped around your scrawny neck. When you watch a movie in the cinema, you wonder what's the cold slimy feeling around your ankles, what is that breathing down your neck. When you take the lift, you pray the lights don't suddenly go out, and you hear scrabbling sounds issuing from the top of the lift cabin. When you walk along the corridors, and the moon is behind dark clouds, I hope you see half-formed eyes glinting at you from over the railings. I hope, when you wake up in the night with a start, you realise that there is something on your chest, and you cannot breath. I hope you have nightmares that will plague even your waking moments. I know that you will get yours. There is something called karma after all.

Are you afraid? If you are not, then you are stupider than I ever imagined, and my imagination is vast.

Everyone who reads this, I hope you let your friends know about this person, spread the word, let him know shame. Post it on your friendster, write it in your blog, spread it throughtout my-space, talk about it on your forums, tell your friends on MSN, gossip in IRC, let him know shame. You guys know who I am talking about, I should think.

Lotsa love from the Dark One.


Tuesday Helmouth
12:01 PM

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