Murder She Wrote

You disgust me.

Every little inch of you makes me sick. You have crept into my life as if you were welcome. Well, let me tell you this, you were not. And will never be.

Your reason for existence evades me. You are almost always in every kind of mess. Why do you always need to be in a heap of trashy and sticky situation everytime I see you? You don't care if people run away from you. Don't you get it? They hate you as much as I do.

I ploy of so many ways on how to get rid of you. I don't care if your family seeks revenge. It doesn't bother me at all. In time, I will be able to squeeze you of your last breath. I'm just buying my time. Trust me.

-- Letter to a Cockroach, Volume 1

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And So Here Goes Nothing...

"I am soooo bored."

I plopped down the passenger seat one Thursday night when Edzel picked me up from the office.

"What's your problem?"  He asked.

"Nothing. I'm just tired. And there's really nothing new going on, you know." I sighed.

"You should take on a hobby. Hmm.. What do you enjoy doing ba?" He paused. "Blog!"

I rolled my eyes.

Yeah, it has been quite a while since I punched some keyboard keys. Good writing has evaded me. And what do I write about really? Other people? (This is gossip, and as the saying goes, only dumb people talk about other people.) Events? (This makes me average.) or Ideas? (This could raise me up to the level of intelligent people but really guys, ideas?)

So that is the big dilemma that I will be again facing as I re-open my Blogger account. Finding new ideas, gossip or events to talk about. Looking for nice things for people to splurge on, restos to go to, celebrities to bash / praise and all the other little things in between.

Hmm, maybe not. I can always just rant. Right?

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