the hate blog

It is 2 am and I am still awake. Have to get up for work in a few hours time. My mind is filled with so much shit that I just have to let it all out here.Please forgive if this blog seems disjointed or whatever. it is just be me spilling out whatever comes to my head at this ungodly hour.

tight assed traditional values
My ass! I guess being brought up the way I was I have a hard time reconciling my own values with those around me. I do not think I am immoral or lack any form of decency. In fact I know that I am a decent guy despite what people may believe. I do believe a guy and a gal can be friends without sex getting in the way. I do believe in God and his kingdom. I jus hate it when people try to impose their beliefs,religious or otherwise, on those around them. Hate people who say I am a bad influence on their 'pure and innocent' daughters. So afraid that I will tarnish the good name and reputation of their dear children. Hate those guys that think that their girlfriends are theirs and their alone. No one can get near her! Or those that misplace their priorities in the name of fillial piety. My mum this...my dad that...ARRRGHH!!

I hate being stalked! I hate people assuming that just because I go out with them that we are an item. Going to a movie with you does not mean we are getting married, bitch!! Hate people who always want things their way. It is my way or the highway they say. Hate inconsiderate mother fuckers who treat everyone and everything with disrespect. Fuck you to hell ,asshole!

Hate poverty! Hate to hate! Hate to have to work.Why do we have to work? why can't we just stay at home all day?
Why is everyone so imperfect?
Why can't people see that not everyone is like you? People just love to make presumptions based on race and religion. Why is that? Are all muslims terrorist? Or are all indians smelly?? I think not. Just hate people who paint the world with a broad brush. Get your head out of your ass dick head!

In fact why do we hold on to hate so much. World War II was like 60 years ago and still we read about all the shit going on in China and Korea. It may sound insensitive to say this, but it was fucking 60 years ago dammit!! Let it go. Nothing anyone says or does will ever erase what happened. Just be the bigger person and let bygones be...

Let's not get me started on the Middle East here...

Is there no accounting for taste? I wonder what accounts for taste these days considering the crap they play on radio these days. Do people actually enjoy the shit churned out by the record companies? Oh man. I do not bother buying CD's anymore because you hardly ever get good music coming out. Where have all the real bands and great song writers gone to?

Oh...the price of living here in Singapore. It is so damn bloody expensive. And the official line coming out is that it is inflation..yadda..yadda..yadda... bus fares up...MRT fares up...road taxes up... price of everything goes up and I am still being paid peanuts. Slog like mad just for this? Is it really worth it??

Just a thought here; is there intimacy without love, and can there be love without intimacy?

Is there any pride in sufferance? Why do people think that to get what you want, you have to work hard, make sacrifices and hope that someday maybe things will work out for you? Life is all about being in the right place at the right time. You can spend your whole life working towards something and never quite reaching your goal. And then the guy next to you who never even bothered to try gets that very thing you have been longing for on a silver platter. Life isn't always fair. Deal with it! Make the best with what you have got. And maybe...maybe someday...you will see that light at the end of the tunnel.

And what about the undue importance we place on 'education'? Does a PhD make you any better in dealing with the trials of life than me? Are you even better at your job than me to begin with?

I do not know why I feel this way. I should be happy. Life is good. Then why do I feel like just screaming and hitting something.

Why are human beings so selfish?

Why are things the way they are?

is there nothing better?

Is loving someone too much necessarily a bad thing? Should I even contemplate curtailing that love and be reasonable about it?

Do all things need to be thought through and logic applied for it to work?

Is life too short or too long for holding grudges?

Size does matter no matter what anyone says.

At what price success?

I wonder where everyone is. Why is no one reading my blog anymore? Is it because I have suddenly become boring? Or is it because my readers have finally come to their senses?

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Is there such a thing as too much sex? Why do people treat sex as dirty and as something only naughty people do? I think sex is good. But be responsible. And faithful to the one you love.

Suddenly a Grandis does not seem such a bad idea.

If everyone of us did one good thing a day for someone else, that would make a big difference in the world. So lets all do something nice for someone today. The more unexpected the better.

Another thought: Is having 2 vaginas or 2 penises mean that you have double the fun? Doubt it. I do not know how that works anyway. Might be fun for a while but long-term think it might suck (pun unintended). Anyway, moving on...

Been thinking what effect do colours have on human emotions. Does red ignite some passion? Or black darken everyones mood? Or green have a calming effect?
And what about sound? Does music and sound effect our temperament and mood?