negatively described

Yesterday, a biker skidded to a crash just outside my condo while I was pacing my way home under the sparse shade. Had my iPod on at max but I still heard him so I'm assuming he went at a pretty fast speed. I'm not accusing him of being reckless or anything, it could be the darn intense heat fer all you know. It was quite scary seeing him on the road with his left leg pinned under the vehicle. Fortunately, he was able to stand even before I made it to him. Noticed some missing skin but other than that, he looked alright. The silence was due to him being stunned. The rest of the damage accounted fer were a broken brake handle and rear view mirror. I'm not reporting this story to boast as a good samaritan(provided if good samaritans actually boast). I'm just damn surprised that such people like the stupid taxi driver in front of us did not offer a hand and waited fer us to move by the side before he carried on with his passenger-hunting. What a fucktard. Anyway, I hope the dude's okay.

Just when I thought I'd seen enough blood fer the day, comes a call from my mother with an aghast tone, mentioning the loss of our dog within the premises of the estate. She returned to the flat with Victory(ironic once you're done reading this sentence) before I could take any form of action, with a bloody nose. What happened was this dumbass spoilt dog dragged her by the hand to chase some puny pooch that ran from some irresponsible maid's hands, who was pre-occupied in a chat session with her fellow countrywomen. It was then my mom fell face first into the stone path when she lost her balance. Who knew the trip downstairs was suckier than I initially have heard. Some dick apparently fell off the curb all by his clumsy old self and when my mom approached to help him up, the mofo accused her of scaring him with our cunning canine and demanded compensation fer his injuries. He then related(and changed) the story upon reporting to the management, saying that my mom let our dog charge at him when he was jogging. Horribly unbelievable, ain't it? In this world, really exists a considerable percentage of people who are still alive because it's illegal to kill.

Then there comes people you don't wanna kill but naturally annoy yer every working nerve. Eugene Loo Boon Chong, I know you're being really thoughtful in initiating a discussion to plan Alvin's birthday, which is coming this Saturday. And it's not like we're not very keen on celebrating his coming of 22 but could you at least come up with a good plan before giving us the news? It's bloody idiotic ya know. Saying you dunno and suggesting a lunch just isn't gonna cut it, especially when you end the conversation with the update of yer own dinner plans which you failed to mention in the first place. I thought the army would've at least taught you something about how to plan properly. And something is really telling us that it's not the lack of effort but more on how yer brain works... Pfft.

PS: If you guys hardly donate yer change, don't comment on Yao Ming on being stingy with 500,000 yuan to aid the China quake victims.