Your name was in my MSN list under “Family” instead of just “Friends”. I have always thought of you as a brother, the last person who would do something like that to me.

You fucking let me down.

You just ruined every fucking single thing we have tried so hard to rebuild all these fucking time and the friendship amoung the three of us, which you apparently didn’t give a fuck about.

What I LOVED the most was how you pretended nothing happened when you answered my phone call, and how you thought I would never find out.

Good job!!!

I was enjoying my lunch when about 10 flies came circling above my head. I don’t understand why Davis has so MANY FRICKIN’ FLIES. I rushed out to grab some fly traps before I finished my meal.

I went ahead and bought some disposable traps, since I could just toss them away instead of refilling fly bait or get rid of those adhesive paper totally covered with flies.

That sh!t doesn’t work… Doesn’t work AT ALL!!!

I wonder if those damn things actually know that I hate them so much and try to piss me off purposely. They just kept circling between me and my TV whenever I’m sitting on my couch! Once in a while when they knew that I wasn’t looking, they would sneak up to me and TRIED TO STEAL MY SODA!!! 8 hours later, the traps are still EMPTY.

Not to mention they smell so BAD!!! I don’t understand why the flies still chose my rabbit’s cage with fresh bedding over that trap (if it is so effective, as it claimed) when it smells so frickin’ bad.

Filthy little bitches… I can’t express how much I HATE FLIES!!!

I had to go out at night so I just let them be for the time being. When I was putting my shoes on getting ready to head out, those bitches flew right at me as if they were happily saying bye to me.

I snapped.

I grabbed a magazine (even thought Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie was on the cover…), rolled it up, and started swinging at them like a madman.

The ones in the master bathroom were pretty easy, especially with all white walls and a huge mirror. Kitchen wasn’t so bad either as those stupid mofos thought that I couldn’t see them if they hid under the wall-mount cabinets. It was the guest bathroom that really pissed me off. They were smart enough to hide inside or on my rabbit’s cage. I had to wave at them so they fly first, or I would scare my rabbit if I swing at the cage.

After about 10 flies or so squashed with their guts exploded, I left home with a smile on my face.

I was cleaning the bathroom. Pepi sat at the doorway and stared at me. Whenever I turned to her, she ran outside to grab one of her toys. Before I knew it every single one of her toys were lying at the doorway.

How can one resist such cuteness?

其實我早知雄性人類通常都很幼稚。
尤其是還未過三十五歲的…

既然早知，我在恨他甚麼？

Qouted from Live Science, an article titled 10 Things You Didn’t Know About You:

9. Body Position Affects Your Memory

Can’t remember your anniversary, hubby? Try getting down on one knee. Memories are highly embodied in our senses. A scent or sound may evoke a distant episode from one’s childhood. The connections can be obvious (a bicycle bell makes you remember your old paper route) or inscrutable. A recent study helps decipher some of this embodiment. An article in the January 2007 issue of Cognition reports that episodes from your past are remembered faster and better while in a body position similar to the pose struck during the event.

So here I am, home-alone with the dogs, sitting on my couch with my laptop during midnight, with no intention of sleeping although I have a long day to come… Same as those nights when I drowned in the tears I shredded, endured the greatest pain I had ever experienced.

I’m a human being afterall. Why should I be blamed for having flashbacks, instead of whatever caused my pain in the past?

Was it really my problem?

Yesterday, I was at my shop talking to my alarm installation guy and electrician. As we were discussing about where we should install my new motion sensor, we heard some girls passing by.

I didn’t bother to turn around and look. However, both my electrician and alarm guy stopped in the middle of our conversation and stared at them as they walked away. Their heads followed the girls at the same pace with their jaws dropped slightly as I watched. After they’ve lost sight of the girls, they turned back to me.

What they did was so “natural” to them that they didn’t realize it until they turned back at me. The two big guys started blushing and we all burst out laughing.

They started apologizing, but how could I be upset at them for being healthy straight males? Heck, I stare too, just not when I am working…

So yea, all guys do stare.