230 - Panting after running

Now, after a good long jog, or a hike up a steep mountain, or a 100m sprint at Sports Day, I know it's healthier for you to bend your back, place your palms on your knees, bow your head down, and pant, after such rigorous exercise increases your internal temperature, and makes your heart pump so fast. I agree, it's a useful physiological adaptation. But right now, I'm complaining about how unattractive it looks.

Often, people who do exercise can be quite visually unappealing, as their faces are flushed, their hair dripping with sweat, their body odor radiating throughout the vicinity. Panting only makes it worse, nostrils all flared up, thorax pulsing up and down, mouths gaping wide, like a blackhole. Looks reeeeeal unattractive.

106 - Leaving the potty seat on the toilet bowl

I've had seven hours of school, which luckily featured the mundane Othello, mind-boggling mathematical set theory, a very boring hour-long physics class about how a CD works, and major grilling by my chemistry teacher about some missing assignments.

I've had a long day. I don't need to find my three-year-old cousin's potty seat... there when I simple would like to satisfy my urge to pee. I just - want - to take - a piss.

I don't need it.

I don't need it, I tell you. I don't need the horridly happy horses, and the creepily cute cats, and the foul, funny frogs, and the damn distasteful DOGS, welcoming me to my daily urination after school.

Who the Hell left it there?!?!

27 - The smell of dog poop

Dogs, yet again, seem to be the culprit behind my daily annoyance.

I needed some brain food and went out for lunch, and just as I stepped off the curb by my place, there was this rancid scent of fecal matter in the air that was extremely unexpected and upsetting because I'm very perceptive - I usually can spot if there's a pile of excrement in my path (key word: usually) - but I didn't see any feces anywhere. Why? Because there wasn't any on the floor around me. I stopped in my tracks to inspect the turf around me but the floor was clean. So why did it smell like crap?

I don't know. It was just this odor that lingered in the atmosphere, with no cause, with no apparent origin. Perhaps someone was walking their dog around that area, wrapped his/her dog's poop in some newspaper and dumped it in the bin nearby... only, there wasn't a bin. Hmm... the mysteries of life...

Wherever the stink emerged from, I know it's some dog owner's fault, it's their inability to have a dog in our society, while helping to maintain nice-smelling air.

Did you know the study of feces is called scatology or corprology? And you know what's interesting? The fact that dog crap has a distinct smell. We know if the smell comes from humans or dogs or cows. I mean, wouldn't it be interesting to know the exact chemical compositions of each species' crap, to find out what exactly it is in each of our diets/bodies that gives that incredibly distinguishable smell?

No.

No, that's not interesting.

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Just out of curiosity, which one of my twenty-seven posts have been your favorites so far? I've been going by my gut so far and I don't really know how my posts have been read. I know this is all just about me talking about the things I hate, but I'd also like to keep all you readers in mind as well. I'm an entertainer at heart! And perhaps after getting some feedback, I'll have a better idea of which direction I could uh... shift my hatred toward. Whether you're one of my loyal visitors and followers, or whether you're like my classmates who never leave a comment, tell me, even if you don't have your own blog, even if you don't have a Google account, what have you enjoyed reading here and what do you hate too?

26 - Owners with loud dogs

So, I got up at seven in the morning today, and that's completely abnormal of me to do so in the weekend. I woke up early because I have upcoming exams and everyone says that learning is done best in the morning, and one should practice sleeping early to wake up early, and one should spend as much time as possible studying to fully prepare for important examinations, blahblahblah...

Okay, I didn't exactly wake up on my own accord or even with the help of my alarm clock. Instead of fully preparing for exams, I was totally prepared to just sleep 'til eleven or twelve or even later in the day. The actual reason I woke up was because the neighbor's damn dog kept barking like a...well, a dog, a mad dog, leaving me to suffer with this very fatigued look on my face and the sensation that my ears were bleeding while I laid there in my half-asleep-half-awake state of irritation, misery and drowsiness.

Like a library, the bedroom is a place that is meant to be relaxing, peaceful and quiet. Don't get me wrong, I love dogs, but when I'm lying in my bed, sleep trumps dogs (and also babies). No matter how much I love dogs, excessive noise is unforgivable. The neighbor's dog has woken me up many, many, many times before and nobody else will ever comprehend how much worse 'awakening by dog' makes my day. It's ridiculous that this happens every morning. Perhaps on the weekdays, it's alright, but at six in the morning on a Sunday? That's just too much.

I've taken the liberty to 'talk' to the owners about it politely. The lady who was responsible for buying that wretched animal in the first place laughed it off and said something along the lines of, "Oh, well, all dogs bark."

What?

I've never used earplugs, you know? Perhaps I should...

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As you may have noticed already, I've changed the layout on both of my blogs. I accidentally removed the hit and flag counters at the bottom of my other blog, but there weren't many viewers there anyway. Because there weren't as many readers on that one, I decided I might write a very elaborate post about my childhood that might interest you if you like reading about life, about children and that sort of thing. Here's a link: "My early life."

Happy blogging/reading, people. I wish you all well.