Category: Ranting Is a Right

Resizing picture’s a bitch. I use Photoshop so I have to resize one by one. Then I saw ST resized about a 100 of them at one go with ACDSee. Cannot be, ok? There’s just no way that Photoshop has no such feature, so I clicked every bloody thing just to check. There’s none…..unless you’re stubborn like me.

I had to google it. True enough there is such feature! Check out this page. I replaced the given examples with resizing action and voila…..

I’ve also downloaded this software called Oscar Renamer. Very nifty. Have always found it taxing to rename loads of files in one go but those days are gone.

I hate school and reflection exercise. It’s dumb, ok? Check out Kolb’s Learning Theory and tell me it’s not the dumbest thing in the world. As far as I’m concerned, there are only 4 emotions and they are happy, sad, horny and hungry. What the fuck arggh….give me a break :P Yeah, so I’m flunking the paper. I don’t fucking care, ok!

This evening, my step-uncle (yeah, my late grandfather had 3 wives and yeah I’m glad he’s dead) came with a bunch of direct sellers. Some people just have no fucking dignity. They came twice. At first, Mom wasn’t home yet so they left. Then they came back again and Mom still wasn’t back. He asked for our phone number. He didn’t even have our fucking number and he claimed to be concerned over my brother’s health? Fuck off lah. Ying chan ying chik go mati sohai.

think i’m pretty much fucked….600/1500 words that are completely irrelevant to my paper. have to skim it down to something that sounds remotely intelligent. i’ve been trying to ‘start’ writing properly since 2pm. then I went shopping…bought a slutty top and a purple tweed miniskirt (yay). thanks mom! mwahs. had loads of roasted chinese honey whatever chestnuts (called funglut in cantonese btw). i wanna buy more shoes. and bags. and black eyeliner. had crabs for dinner. i think i had a kilo of them. supersize roe. couldn’t help myself. feeling like a tub of cholestrol now. but nice. i love mom’s new ride. i wanna drive it. she absolutely objects to the idea. so spacious, if it were mine it’s gonna be my permanent shag ride. serious. someone make me do my paper. deadline’s tomorrow. i’m a goner. i’m fat and stupid and lazy and bored. flunking this. i hate school. i wanna lose 10 kilos. chit-chatted with auntie about career path and she’s got a point. i wanna lose 10 kilos. i gonna find something to munch on now, do my paper and then from 12am onwards, forever stick to my diet. promise. i really miss the b.

Around 5pm, I decided to go to gym. On the way there, this fucker recklessly cut into my lane. Since my car’s honk is wonked, I decided to give him the finger. He saw. He made emergency brakes, trying to lure me into rear-ending him. Since I drive pretty well (what with genetic makeup of a former rally driver), I outwitted him. However, this ass of a fucker refused to budge. Instead, he decided to tail me to my destination. For what reason, I don’t know.

Anyway, the fucker managed to tail me to my gym. I was planning to drive into the yard of some car dealer friend of my dad’s hoping those gangsta peeps could whip him (and his ugly passenger) into a pulp. But then I must be a little panicked, I drove pass it, hence losing my opportunity. I circled the building where my gym is for two times and by then he was still behind me, I decided to dial 999. After about 2 mins of irrelevant talk, I finally got to talk to somebody who was in charge. He asked me to stay calm and kept driving. I gave him the fucker’s plate number. I told him I was going to drive to the nearest police station then I hung up.

By the 3rd circle, the fucker was already gone. But I still didn’t want to go to my gym or home, fearing he might whack me or worse, rape/kill me. Cop called me again and asked me to go to some petrol station nearby. I went there, waited a while then I saw the patrol car. I can’t believe I’d say this, but the cops were very nice to me. Even when I told them the blatant truth that I gave the fucker a finger. After jotting down my account of the incident, they escorted me back to my gym and waved me goodbye.

The adrenaline rush got me going. I worked out for 2 hours without a huff.

Btw, I hope the cops find out who the arseholes are and make them pay a couple of thousands to avoid being pressed charges. That’d be sweet…..for spooking me out.