S asked me to prove the presence of God if I believe in God. At that moment I couldn’t explain to him, just saying that it is very difficult. But now I may tell him that it was the omniscient God who provided me with a great opportunity to meet him and others. It can never be a coincidence.

shits must go back their home shit home!
you definetely know that you don’t belong to here!
shits are shits!

what happened to me last afternoon is;

1. to provide me with more chances to work out;
2. to save my gas bill;
3. to make me sure that i’m nothing. (but unfortunately which makes him the shit of the shits;
4. to inherit the secret of successful management philosophy;
5. to warn me that i’ve been working too hard;
6. to let me know that i’m working with the fucking shit;
7. to investigate if it’s okay after spitting on himself;
8. to warn me that he has been inspecting me just like big brother;
9. to investigate my patience or loyalty;
10. to roll over my traveiling expenses.

i didn’t know that i could become a workaholic. i am terribly and unbelivably enjoying working alone at late night.

I said, “King Kong flies.”
She replied, “Hung in the air.”

I said, “King Kong eats the bamboo.”
Actually I said, “Herbivorous King Kong.”
She replied, “Biting cat.”

I said, “King Kong prefers blondes.”
She stopped replying.
So I stopped, too.