[Mr Creepy’s Laundry] – thorinside on Flickr, 4th Jun ’06
I haven’t been writing about personal stuff on the blog for quite a while, but a recent event spurred me on to spit this entry out. So here goes.
When I started blogging in 2003, I was pretty much on a no-holds barred sorta thing. I wrote about everything and anything that happened in my life. Simply put, I wrote without much thought for consequences. Well, that was my first blog.
As time passed however, I slowly got to understand the balance one had to strike between privacy and having a convenient outlet for emotional catharsis. There were things I could write, and some that I simply could not. So, I started to filter events. This was the second blog that I shared with the brother.
So it’s been nearly three years since the start of this online journal, and the blog is currently in its third incarnation here under my own space. As you can see, I post selectively these days. I seldom write about my unhappy thoughts or worries, or negative things that happen in my family, close friends or the significant other. I prefer this place to be a container for writings of a more.. shall we say contemplative nature? To share my random thoughts and musings, and to jot the occasional happy memory down.
So yeah, that’s that now. After this long and windy speech, I’m finally getting down to the main topic (at long last).
As things go, I actually have a male cousin who’s the same age as my brother. Similar in physical age, but I would prefer to restrain my comments where mental maturity is concerned. Anyway, the brother and I have never been on close terms with the cousin all this while. No good feelings, no hard feelings either.
So we go on to this dirty little snitch. Why am I calling him a snitch, you wonder? For a good reason of course. You see, this idle relative of mine had been reading my blog all this while, but I hadn’t been aware of it.
And a year ago, he read some past entries of mine which did not speak too well of my father. Well, that’s youthful angst for you. So anyway that’s all past history, it’s definitely not an accurate portrayal of my current opinion towards the old man. So you would think that he would’ve like read the entries and forgotten about them, but noooooooo that’s not what he did.
Guess what he did then?
The indolent no-good little runt ratted on me of course. He actually got his father (my uncle obviously) to read the entries. And the uncle eventually told my old man about them entries as well. It was a good thing the father kept his composure and did nothing, merely telling my mother about this matter. And the mother in turn told my brother, who told me about this over the weekend.
Long chain of gossip isn’t it? I’m not even sure of the version of the tale ended up at the end of the line.
I was lucky that I was sane enough to realise that facing my family with the facts was probably the fastest solution out. And yep, things got straightened out so my family’s still intact right now with no misunderstandings. “The truth shall set you free”, as always.
Up until now, I have absolutely no idea why my dumbass cousin did that. Did he have no idea of the consequences of his actions? Was he thinking that by telling the rest of the family about my writings, he was in fact doing everyone a great and honorable service? If he did, I certainly beg to differ. He almost set off a bomb between my father and I, and this is no joke.
Anyway, a conclusion to this long story. Gerald my dear cousin, if you’re reading this entry right now, kindly go bury your fcuking head in a piss pot of cow dung, stop thinking about screwing girls all day long and get your brains cleaned out for once. Think of your own past misdeeds, and remember that I could easily hang your dirty laundry out to dry as well.
This is a mugshot of the dipshit cousin, incase you were wondering.
“Do not do onto others, what you would not want onto yourself.”
So asshole, this entry is dedicated to you. You would not believe how polite I am in merely calling you an asshole, since there are plenty of less desirable names that I would like to call you by.
I am a firm believer in the fact that family members should not screw each other, and not especially my own cousin, to whom I bear no great hatred. However, if you persist in continuing your proclamation of my entries to the rest of the family, you can rest assured that I will unveil your ugly sins to the world, and you will definitely NOT like it. This is not a threat, this is a fcuking promise. So there, you can go ahead and just try me.
And yes, I’m pretty glad I’m not going to be seeing you outside anytime soon. Period.
*Disclaimer: the words written above do not construe any threat of physical violence towards the subject of dislike, namely Gerald Chua. Should he meet with anything untoward in the near future, the author will not be held responsible for anything other than verbal curses of the subject of dislike shitting in his pants on a daily basis or sprouting unremovable piles in the general region of his arsehole.
In short: if shit happens to him, all’s well and good, but don’t start blaming it on me.