Malevolence

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Warm Up

Have you ever had those days when you are completely confused of what you are feeling? Sorrow plus happiness plus thrill plus exasperation... equals? I may sound kinda crazy but that's just the way it is. Puzzled thoughts cram your mind and you become weary and have migraines.

Your brain is like a blender and the outside world continuously throws in different emotions which whizzes and whirls and winds up... sucking all the sanity out of your soul dry until you are just a heartless, icy zombie who leeches on the goodness of the hearts of others.

*GASP*

That was quite a mouthful. So much for the 'warm-up'..

Anyway, back to reality.

Well, recently, Zach, Luke and I have been hanging around with each other a lot. Long story, so I'm leaving out the boring stuff. Lots of weird stuff happened to us recently when we were together. I'll zoom in on two particular situations, whereby 'weird', as I mentioned, meant 'oh-oh, things are about to get ugly'.

Situation One: 8pm Saturday

The three of us were walking down the sheltered walkway at Chai Chee, heading towards my house. It was dark and quiet. We were mindlessly re-enacting Russell Peter's stage performances. Then there was this Chinese man, walking in the opposite direction towards us who exploded into fury the moment he passed us.

Inconveniently, his sudden outburst of cursing in Hokkien scared the fuck out of the three of us. Oh, he yelled really really BAD words to us, but he continued walking.

Drunkard? Yeah, most probably. We laughed it off later. Thank God there was three of us. The bastard could have assaulted a poor soul if he was alone. Thank God the three of us are not really a bloodthirsty trio of hooligans or the drunkard ends up being the poor soul.

Speaking of bloodthirsty hooligans......

Situation Two: 11:30pm Tuesday

The three of us were taking a night stroll at a neighbourhood in Bedok Reservoir. We chilled at a void deck nearby. It didn't take long before a gang of Malay hooligans spotted the three of us engaged in conversation. There were about seven of them, sashaying their way in our direction. Zach and Luke were talking to each other and it was this moment when I realized I had to 'ahem' switch gear. We're outnumbered. Things are gonna get ugly.

Like a pack of hyenas(although I prefer to call them swines), the group split up and harrassed us by surrounding us. They started giggling in amusement as they slowly walked by us, scrutinizing us intently, waiting for us to make a mistake by making eye contact.

Well I'm sorry for all of you action junkies who's reading this, but no, we did not get into a fight. If we did, I don't think I'd be alive to blog about this. So what happened was we kept our cool and waited for something to happen. Unfortunately they walked away.

The three of us were annoyed. It'd be damn fun to kick the shit out of those dweebs. But why fight a losing battle by responding to their taunts? Yeah, it's macho, but since you don't have anything to prove here, and you have nothing to gain... getting into a fight would be completely unneccessary.

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A couple of similar events have happened to us before, when the three of us are together. Just thinking about it excites me. I pictured what would have happened if the three of us... DID get into fights..

Outcome of Situation One:
Well obviously the drunkard who be beaten to pulp by the three of us martial arts enthusiasts. I have silat experience, Zach has his Muay Thai and Luke has a warrior's stature. Not to brag, but I can assure you we get the job done in not more than two minutes.

Outcome of Situation Two:
Wow, if we did actually respond to those taunts, inevitably SOMEBODY'S GONNA GETTA HURT REEEEEEAL BAD. 3 noobs versus 7 boobs. From their side, I foresee at least five will have broken jaws, at least three will have dislocated limbs, and someone'll prolly leave with a concussion (or his eyeballs gouged out).

And as for us, we'll be lucky if we even make it to the hospital. LOLZ.

Gangsterism. I've always wondered what life was like on the other side of the law. It'd be fun, but it's just not worth it.

I don't know why but when my pals and I are together, we seem to magnetise malevolence. People just feel like they need to 'kick the crap out of these kids' when they see us. Well whatever happens to us, I won't mind as long as we die together. Lolz.

If you're still wondering what the title means, it aint a mispelling of 'male violence' because that just sounds dimwitted. Malevolence means hatred or ill will, which lots of people possess nowadays for no reason. That's life in the new millenium.

Okay I have to go now.
I just need to write something here just for the sake of progress.

~progress updates
structured programming quiz 5: 10/10
TCS Reflection journal 1 : 23/25
PEEE Quiz 1 : 76/100
IDEA Tutorial 2 : 93/100

Right, gotta blast.