Kris Jasper and the Druggie from the Orient

Today is no different from my previous days.

I was looking forward to a gloomy and wet sunday as promised by AOL but I was greeted today by a warm and sunny sky.

It is just unfortunate that as the majority of UK's West Midlands' inhabitants are enjoying the sun, I hid inside my apartment, protected myself from skin cancer and from getting tanned, and from those humans who look ludicrous in tight sleeveless shirts, exposing their humongous arms, competing with their monstrous chests. These people I find hard to trust. It's either they're blind, or deluded. And whoever thinks that frying themselves under a warm sun is ok, must have an impeded or delayed mental growth.

But I wont let this weather beat me. Oh no, I've had 14 hours to change this world. So after taking those tablets that can help me feel better, I stopped from committing homicide and got myself ready, where else but to the gym. The gym which is abundant with steroid pumped individuals, gay or not.

Just like before, on those 2 hours I jumped, ran, hiked, drank, chatted, sweated, bled, mentally murdered some annoying gym goers.

Then one skinny, innocent looking white guy asked me if Im CHINESE?(No.)

• JAPANESE? (No.)
• VIETNAMESE? (No.)

From where are you then?, he asked.

Im from Fuji, I said.

Oh! he said.

• Do you smoke? he asked. (No.)
• Do you grow? he asked. (Again, no)

Do I look like a drug pusher?

I smiled back at him, while stopping myself from slashing him and tearing his abdomen with my claws.

I thought I should just be happy cause looking like a drug dependent individual is better than being mistaken as a DVD pirate, I guess.

I really really thought my life was complete until I purchased that white Starbucks mug.

Also this week I watched :

• Transformers 2 (in Cineworld)
• Role Models (DVD)
• Beverly Hills Chihuahua (DVD)

Dont hate me.

Kris Jasper.

WHERE WILL YOU BE ON 21.12.2012?