diary of a madman

I hate sweaty palms.

There are different people in this world.

There are the kind that snaps at others in the morning for no reason at all.

There are the kind that probably didn’t have a good night’s sleep or had a quarrel in the morning, and decided to take it out on the first person who talks to them.

There are the kind who lack EQ, and the ability to know when to shut up.

I do not give a flying fuck if you didn’t have sex last night, or you woke up to find your boyfriend sleeping with some other girl in his room. I do not give a rat’s ass if you have lessons from 8am til 12am, or do not have a 2 day week like me. But most of all, I do not give a flyingfucking rat’s ass that you think you’re fucking incredible and talented, or that you have tons of fucking useless comments to sprout out every 5 fucking seconds.

It’s unprofessional, unneeded, unwarranted, unnecessary and uncalled for.

But most importantly of all, I don’t give a fuck if it was unintentional, unintended or unimaginably stupid.

Just do me, and the rest of the world a fucking favour, shut your fucking pie-hole, face a corner, and take a goddamned time out because I have absofuckinglutely no respect for “musicians” like that.

Wouldn’t it be wonderful to live like a child, with no past to regret about, no future to worry about?

Wouldn’t it be wonderful to just live in the present, living every moment as it comes along?

Wouldn’t it be wonderful to forget everything and not remember anything?

I started out slightly amused at the way he greeted his wife with a hearty hello and a huge hug, the way he went, “Oh really.” and “Oh ok.” to everything his wife told him, from his sister’s wedding to his own son’s Ph.D. My amused smirk started fading when he said that he had “no memories, no dreams, nothing” and that his mind was “inactive and dead”. What struck me the most was the way he greeted his wife, asking her for a dance, hugging her tightly and kissing both her hands, because he “thought that he had been in a state of unconciousness for the past years, and that this was his first time seeing her in a long time.”

It may seem like a bad thing, having severe amnesia and having a memory span of 10 seconds, but then again, wouldn’t it be nice to be free of your past problems? Wouldn’t it be nice to live life without any regrets because you have no past? Wouldn’t it be nice to live your life free of stress, without the need to plan for your future and worry about what “might go wrong”?

Wouldn’t it be nice to love your loved ones the way Mr. Clive Wearing loved his?

It’s been a while since I blogged, so I guess this gives me the right to be as kaopeh as I want to be!

First of all, let’s kaopeh about stomp.com.sg, a local weblog where citizens can live their fantasies about being a journalist (citizen-journalism at its very best eh), take secret photos of people doing allegedly “illegal” things, and then MMS or email their photos to said website, for fame and fortune, though the concept of fame and fortune may differ from person to person.

Props to SPH (or whoever was smart enough to come up with this relatively ingenious idea of tapping into an almost unlimited, or probably 4 million +/-, citizen-journalists, who were willing to “work” for no monetary benefits, cpf benefits, or employee benefits), for coming up with something like that, where the 4 million +/- kiasu people in Singapore get to put their latest 3G camera/video/lasergun/nuclear missile launcher/machine gun/sex toy phone through its paces, snap photos (legal and illegal) of people and cry foul over their actions.

Examples? 3 teenagers sitting down on a crowded train, 2 sleeping and 1 engrossed in his/her story book. Caption? “Teenagers refused to give up seats for standing elderly/injured/handicapped/lame/pregnant/downright kaopehkaobu”. Said photo is usually accompanied by a rather delightfully written paragraph such as, “I was on the train this morning and it was very crowded oh gnoes. I saw 3 kids sitting down and one pretended to sleep. Oh the horror of it all. There was 102934840 old pregnant women with only 1.5 legs standing as the train jerked and shuddered and derailed. Yet the 3 teenagers did not offer their seats to the needy. What kind of education is the Singapore education system giving our teens nowadays?”

I surf through stomp.com.sg occasionally when I’m angsty and bored and generally have nothing to do, simply to marvel at Singaporeans’ ability to find fault in anything seemingly innocuous.

Ok wait, maggi and smokes time, will kaopeh again later.