Posts Tagged ‘random’

Last week, I made an open letter to my relatives expressing everything I truly feel and everything I really thought of. I did it with all love and respect. I was even very apologetic and I even went as far on the ass kissing as comparing them to my god and my parents. I poured all my pain and my gratitude and what did I get? A fucking slap on the face! Well not a real slap, but an emotional slap.

I mean what the fuck?! So you’re trying to tell me that expressing how I really feel and thanking you for everything you did for me means that I’m being a fucking ingrate?! Motherfuckers!

You know what? Fuck you all. Fuck you every minute of every day, every year, for the rest of your lives. Just do the fucking math of how many times I fuck you over. Fuck all of you.

I recently watched Ninja on netflix. I was initially looking for an action movie involving martial arts and sword fights and I thought maybe Ninja Assassin might be nice so I did a search. Unfortunately, Ninja Assassin wasn’t available for streaming, and I didn’t have the dvd option so too bad. Anyways, I was looking at the related movies and found Ninja, with a really cool-looking poster. So, I went on and clicked to watch it.

I was in for a huge surprise…

I should have known that it would suck the moment I saw the opening in a dojo and the low-quality of the video despite the fact that it was just released last year or so, but since it had a really good poster, I thought maybe I should just keep watching.

To my eternal shame, I finished watching it, because I held on to the idea that maybe it will turn out to be nice eventually.

There were so many things wrong with that movie that I should really have stopped. Whoever funded that movie regretted spending money on it for sure. It was the lousiest movie I have ever seen in my life. Here’s a piece of advice:


If you haven’t noticed, I didn’t use any cuss or swear words. I’m just doing a little experiment right now but fear not, we’ll go back to the F’s, the MF’s, and the S’s that you love so much soon okay?

Until then, keep J-ing off M-effer!

I was looking through Facebook a few minutes ago when I saw a very interesting post from my cousin saying:

“the fact that I can have my phone text for me as I talk to it is really gonna make me lazy.”

My fucking head just got blown off. She was using speech-to-text, which for the benefit of total imbeciles out there who don’t understand the obvious meaning of speech-to-text, means that the stuff you say will automatically be typed into the thing. If you still don’t understand that please just go jack off somewhere because you don’t deserve to have a brain.

Okay, back to the topic.

Let me get this straight:

So you’re gonna speak. Then the words you spoke would be made into text. And then, the text will be sent as a text message right?

Isn’t that like uhm…wait…A FUCKING WASTE OF FUCKING TIME!

If you’re gonna fucking talk and then send it as a text message, why don’t you just fucking call?!

Too lazy to dial numbers? Use some freaking speed dialing or voice dialing or something!

Something is really wrong with this damn world…Useless apps making humans more useless than they already are…

I’m disappointed. Two days after launching this blog I got more than 70 views in one day. Yesterday I got 5. The day before that, I got 0. Yes, fucking zero. What the fuck is wrong with you people?! First you fucking read my fucking fuck ups and now you don’t fucking care about the fuck I’m fucking about?! Fuck it!

Anyways enough fucking.I know I was upset before about my posts here getting more views than my other, more useful blog, but now that I’m getting almost no viewers here I’m seriously getting frustrated.

Another thing is that since I got to release my anger here, I’ve been mellow so I haven’t really got anything to post about. Plus, one of my biggest stressors; the bitch who made my job hell hasn’t been speaking to me lately so I’m really really happy. I hope all goes well and I hope she shuts up forever.

Okay that’s all I have to say for now.


Yesterday I did something that I very rarely do: I burst out in my anger and told my coworker to shut the fuck up. Yes, I yelled at her to fucking shut up, in front of the patients. It was liberating really. Why am I not fired? Simple: The douche bag I’m working for is my stingy aunt’s husband. Yes, I work with my family. It normally sucks as you can tell, but sometimes it really has its perks. I can tell a cock-sucking bitch to shut the fuck up in front of everyone and just get a little talk with the bosses. I mean I got reprimanded, but it was so worth it.

I know it’s not really in this blog’s style, but today is a day of fucking days. I guess she got upset and decided to actually shut up. Seriously, she gave all the paperwork to me and didn’t help me out one bit. I got lightly yelled at by the higher ups. I got a bit more tired than I should be, but the thing is I was fucking stress-free!

Imagine every single day of your working life having someone telling you that you’re doing it the fucking wrong or lazy way. Imagine someone telling you that she could fucking do what you do much faster than you. Imagine someone telling you how better they are than you all day. Got a picture?

Now imagine all that happening at least six hours a day every weekday for nine months and that you endure all of it quietly. You don’t react, you don’t complain. You just sit there and pretend that you don’t hear a thing, that you don’t feel anything. Now imagine all that anger bottled up going out in one loud burst of “shut up!” and the the next day nobody talks to you anymore. Isn’t it liberating? I feel so fucking good!

This is my message to you little gourdita if you ever get to read this in your lifetime:


I feel so happy. I hope she doesn’t change her mind and go back to talking. I just love the silent treatment so please keep it coming!

This post was written at lunch today.

I fucking hate lunch here at the office. Sure we get free great food, which is good but the fucking thing is, nobody lets me eat in fucking peace. I just sit here and eat and these motherfuckers decide to pick on me.

What,are you fucking telling me that we’re not getting patients because i’m here? Why don’t we fucking take a vote and see who the patients love?

What,you’re telling me that you can do the job faster when I wasn’t here?if you can then why am i doing your job for you then? These motherfuckers talk about me like they don’t fucking need me.

If you’re reading this right now, here’s my message for you:

If you really think it’s my fault that this clinic isn’t getting more money than it should be, then why don’t you fire my ass and look for someone you can pay 7 fucking bucks an hour to take in your patients, clean your room, clean the clinic, fix broken equipment, answer calls, fill out your papers?

Seriously I’d love to see you fuckers try. But you can’t can you? Why? Because you know you can never find anyone else who would do my job for the money you pay me. You’re all inconsiderate motherfuckers and I’m just fucking too needy to quit. You’re the fucking lucky ones, not me.

And great, now they’re getting upset because I’m here writing this and not listening to their crap.


I fucking hate this job. I fucking hate these people. But most especially, I hate myself for being too poor and in so much need that I have to put up with these motherfuckers.

This goes out to all the people I’m eating with right now: