diary of a madman

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.