Today a truck bearing the name Merlin suddenly cut into my path, forcing me to slam on my brakes.
It is some company that seems to deal with wooden frames.
I swore and honked.
I hate it when it happened.
Some old housing estate block behind the esso gas station is called Merlin Mansion.
Its old and yellow.
The building looks like a relic left over from the early 70s.
Perhaps it is not.
I hate it too.
In fact i hate the name... everything connected to it.
I hate it to the core.
I hate what it has became in my life.
I hate it.
HATE IT.

I do know what hate it.
I really do.