diary of a madman

It’s over and I can start on my PS essay, along with the various revisions, at last!

Nah, just kidding. I’m not that glad its over actually… was having a lot of fun jamming and practicing with the band (affectionately known as The Marblows), disturbing Janelle, kajiaoing Sherri, and annoying the living shit out of everybody else who happened to be around me during our tech runs and rehearsals. Heh heh heh so much fun.

Photos’ll be up when they’re er.. up, but great job guys, we rocked the fuckin’ house down (or in this case MPSH) and did a perfect job for the finale! Looking forward to working with you guys more often again in the future!

For the 4th consecutive week, my Political Science lecturer has not uploaded any form of lecture notes for his Political Science lecture. His logic behind it? To force us to take notes during his lecture.

I’m not being ungrateful or lazy, but then how the fuck do you justify not providing your students with notes, or basic outlines for your lecture? How are we supposed to take notes, when all of us are taking this module for the first time, with no exposure to university life prior to this, and with no goddamned idea on what to take note of during his lecture?

It doesn’t help that he speaks like a bloody machine gun during his lecture too.

Goddamned it CCB. Doesn’t help that my tutor told us to “check with our lecturer” with regards to questions on the final examination.

Jesus H. Christ.

I really need to quit/stop smoking.

Here’s a question for all you n00b guys out there.

You walk into an empty toilet with three (3) empty urinals lined up against the wall. Urinal 1 is next to the left wall, Urinal 2 is in the middle, and Urinal 3 is next to the right wall. Which urinal would you pick to pee in?

If you selected either Urinal 1 or Urinal 3, congrats, you’re normal.

If you selected Urinal 2, congrats, you’re either fucking gay or fucking gay.

Logic behind this?

Urinal 1 and 3 have walls next to them, meaning you can shy away from the person next to you, and try to hide your dingalingalings as you do your weewee in the urinal. Furthermore, there’ll only be a maximum of ONE person next to you at all times. Urinal 2 is right smack in the middle of 2 empty urinals. You could argue that the toilet’s empty, but what if you were peeing, and two big guys (in more ways than one) walked in and used up urinals 1 and 3? Then you’d be caught in between a human sandwich, and they could steal glances at your pee-pee as you wee-wee-ed.

That would be damn gay.

In short? Don’t steal glances to your left or right when you’re fucking peeing in the toilet. Just look down and concentrate on peeing into your own fucking urinal.

CHAO TURBAN.

I swear, I fucking hate banglas on bicycles, and banglas in general. Not being racist, (maybe I am larh, but who the fuck’s keeping score?) but cheebye I reall, really, really fucking hate them with a vengeance.

I’ve had one too many experiences when banglas dash out across the road at 3fucking am in the morning, causing me to fucking step on the fucking brakes of my car. Today’s experience was the ultimate, because he dashed out across bukit panjang road, where the road’s straight and there were no fucking cars on the damned road. So I had to fucking step on the damned brake pedal, pray to God and Allah that my car wouldn’t hit him, and decelerate from 90kmph to 0kmph. Yes, and my fucking car skidded to the fucking left, so it ended up slanted on the fucking road. Before I could even get off the car to give him 1x hohseh, he disappeared. Either I saw a fucking bangla hantu, or the bangla took off his fucking clothes larh.

Cheebye banglas. Knn.

Everybody’s stressed. I’m stressed out, my mom’s stressed out, my dad’s stressed, your dad too.

So don’t come messaging me on MSN telling me “Jibai, stress sia.” Fuck I’m sorry but when it comes to stuff like this, I’m not brother enough, so don’t share this shit with me, especially when I’ve got my own shit to deal with goddamned it.

I cannot stand it when people get overly materialistic. Nobody’s perfect, that’s for sure, and everybody’s materialistic in one way or another, myself included. But when you’re materialistic at the expense of others around you, that’s just being fucking selfish.

My brother, for example, is pissing the shit out of me, by being a materialistic, selfish, and self-centered little twat. Either he’s fucking lucky, or he’s exploiting the fact that he’s damn blessed. My uncle gave him a 17″ powerbook before he entered polytechnic. Before entering poly, he claimed that RP used windows as their main O/S, so my uncle gave him a 15″ macbook pro, and I used the powerbook pro for my university work. My dad offered to get me a new laptop, but I told him to save the money for my brother in poly. At the very fucking same time, I told my dad to give me minimal pocket money, and that I’d work to pay for my own expenses, because as the older sibling, I’m far more mature and street smart than my brother is, and I know that I can juggle work and school at the same time. So my brother spoils the laptop, and sends it for repair. Twice. Money earned from a part time job didn’t go to his own sufficiency. It went to his guitars. I’m not condemning him for buying guitars - I’ve blown almost $4000 on my drums alone… but 90% of the money was my own.

What pissed me off was the fact that he got my dad to buy him a new HP tablet PC, claiming that his powerbook was spoilt, and that his school required his laptop daily, so repairing it was out of the question. I told him that I could get him a laptop from university at a lower price as compared to RP, but he said it was urgent so he insisted on getting one today. At the same time, he smsed me, asking me about the price of a certain guitar in yamaha that ran in the excess of $2000, followed by “If its $2000+ I’ll buy it soon. Reasonable price.”

WTF? So basically I work like a fucking dog with no social life to fund myself, just so that the money my dad can save on me goes to the little brat to buy his guitars and be materialistic?

This will offend some people, so if you’re super-fucking religious, don’t bother reading down, and take it as though I’ve ended my post.

My brother tithes 10% of his pocket money, along with weekly donations to church. I’m not condemning that too, but I do feel very strongly against it, especially when the pocket money he gets comes from the money saved on mine.

Some of you will say that I waste money on my cigerettes too - but hey, fuck you all. That’s the money I get from Yamaha and other ad hoc gigs or jobs, so I burn it the way I want to burn it.

Cheebye fucking annoying. Seriously.

Nabei pubor. I dropped my phone three fucking times today alone. Heng there’re no scratches if not I’ll be cursing like a sailor by now. Not that I wasn’t cursing like a sailor in my car just now lar, but it would have been worse.

I swear, today has got to be the worst fucking day of my life. I found THE nirvana for tv shows online, and I had to head down for 4 fucking hours of useless tutorials, in which I’ve had my fair (or unfair) share of idiots talking nonsense about mIRC, ICQ, and idiots dissing SPH, PAP and the government of Singapore, without any fucking solid evidence to back it up.

I’m not a patriotic Singaporean, nor do I claim to be pro-PAP. But for fucks’ sake, when you make comments like “Oh PAP is very bad”, or “Oh SPH is bullshit because they only report what the government wants them to report”, back these fucking claims up with fucking facts lar knn.

Fucking hell -.-

Was having a beer (well, Wee Ping was having a beer, I was having a smoke and some pao pao char, or bubble tea) on the roof top and we were talking about random stuff like room choices and stuff like that with Lin, when I brought up the topic of how many final year students would be left in D Block next year when the current batch graduates. It’s kinda scary when I brought it up because after a while, I realised that my time will come soon.

It’s not that I’m dreading my academic progress - I’m actually quite proud of myself for making it this far, taking into consideration how fucked up my JC life was, and how a particular teacher in TCHS actually recommended that I consider heading over to a polytechnic after my ‘O’ Levels (no I’m not implying that polytechnic students are not as academically capable as JC students. My own younger brother’s currently schooling in Republic Polytechnic, and one of my good friends, Fysh is also a student in Temasek Poly). I’m actually dreading leaving this place and entering the society as a working, tax-paying adult, where stress doesn’t come from essays and readings, or mid-term tests, but from finding a decent, long-term job, financial security, buying and mantaining a car, getting a house and working to provide a good life for the family-to-come.

People always say that time flies when you’re having fun, but isn’t it ironic that time flies when you’re not having fun, trying to cram as much readings into your brain before the sunrise? Time fucking flew (alliteration ftfw), semester 1’s halfway through, and before I can even say “ninabeicheebyekaninahorgaokan” it’ll be semester 2. And then the next thing you know, you might start calling me Prof. Cheong (okay I kid, I kid.) Harhar.

Anyway, refer to my previous post about ugly boxers and low skinny jeans. Here’s a rather nice image for you guys who’re mugging your brains out to fantasize. :-) Enjoy.

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Blogs are a personal part of our lives. We call them our online diaries, our online journals, and an outlet for us to express emotions and thoughts that we cannot express normally in our daily lives. Therefore, I conclude that blogs are our very own psychiatrists, because they listen to all our shit and our problems, yet do not give us tangible solutions - only placeboes that make us feel emotionally well, and therefore, happier and ultimately, spiritual satisfaction.

I do not disagree that everybody’s free to express his/her own views on their blogs - what’s the fucking point of having a blog if you’re gonna be moderating your own posts and posting things that only please the general public/readers? I was just reading through Xiaxue’s blog, and as controversial as some of her posts are, I have to admit that this is one lady with balls. More balls than most male bloggers that I know of. True enough, I don’t exactly think that some of her stuff are exactly politically correct, but I admire her for having the balls to be herself and to-hell-with-everybody-else-who-disagrees. The flak she’s drawn is insane - I know, I read through her comments because I ran out of DVDs to watch.

As personal as our blogs may be, ultimately we still have to take some form of responsibility for what we post and blog about. There’s no such thing as “This is my blog, so fuck off if you don’t like it” because as much as this indeed, is your blog, this isn’t your internet, and everybody else probably has a comment or two to make.

Guess what? These are their comments, and fuck off if you don’t like it.

The price you gotta pay for being yourself, in your own blog. Oh, the irony.

The same goes for emails. Emails between friends can be innoculously innocent, yet misinterpreted by the other party. A wrong word or sentence here and there may cause things to blow up. Words can be sugar-coated, and it could be argued that “hey, this is my opinion on this matter, so interprete it the way you want it, but ultimately I know I didn’t mean it that way.” Well opinions are like arseholes - everybody has one, and in this case, this particular arsehole of yours might have been the 12″ glass dildo that’s halfway up the other party’s arsehole.

I’m sorry my post sounds a little random. I’m just blogging a little to vent out some frustrations I have regarding this whole “this is my and this is how I wanted it to be, so please don’t be the E.Lit student you are and read between the lines and analyse what I wrote” issue here because of certain emails that I’ve received. To be very honest, I couldn’t be bothered to reply them, so I’ll probably take a day or two to cool down, think of a proper response, and then reply - less problems this way. This post is also random because I’m running on rather little sleep, a long full day’s of work, and I’m smoking another cigerette.

Since I’m done smoking, I shall end here on a random note - guys should never wear skinny jeans that’re too loose, tee-shirts (albeit ugly ones) that’re too fucking tiny for their already scrawny frames, ugly $10 metal studded belts, and ugly Vans shoes. Most importantly of all, never ever wear 3-for-$10 Giodarno Blues boxers when you’re wearing a tiny teeshirt, and loose skinny jeans, thereby exposing your boxers for the whole world to see.

I do not wish to see ugly Giodarno boxers.

Sorry, let me rephrase that.

I do not wish to see guys’ boxers. Show me some G-strings, thongs or nice panties (girls please). But not your fucking ugly boxers goddamned it.