Knowledge..comes...Responsibility

Yes, knowledge does come with responsibility... the responsibility to finish up reading every single page on that last magazine you bought, because you are determined to get every single cent worth from your purchase at MPH last week.

I realised I have a stash of Men's Health under my bed right now - obviously its a publication to feed my vanity, but honestly where's the time? The joys of working life I'm guessing! Haha. And I have probably remembered some exercise regime on top of my head - if only those assholes down at the weightlifting area would stop copulating their big-already muscles whilst starring at their constipated face. Make way for the 'general public'!

And speaking of which, I am gonna apply for a personal loan - I need to install a Kangaroo bar on the front of my car. Which leaves me thinking, what would have happened to that bastard who was trying to cut into my queue without signalling, leaving my 2 month old 'ride' approximately 2 inches away from his old junk. Such martha-farkin-bastards. In normal occasions, I would just jam on the horn but as I turned to the right... man... this AhBeng &@*!@! The only fear I had was that my car gets some sorta "modification". And if it does, I am so gonna wack the fark out of him with my only weapon in the car.. my umbrella... Wong Fei Hong style. And I'm gonna stick the umbrella up his rear end, then opening it up to inflict maximum pain!

Needless to say, I tailed him all the way till exited his junction. Then I realised that he wasn't really worth my time. Obviously the tiredness and anger has taken over my 'most of the time' rational mind. You know what, I take my resolution back, I will continue swearing until I'm no longer working in KL (or when I get my black Murano)!!! Swearing is safer than ripping his rear bumper out I'm guessing.

Ahh that feels much better!