Why Would I Write

  • And I’m suddenly aware of your unhappiness.

    i am pissed. i am fucking angry. i’m probably gonna read this post a few weeks later and laugh about it. but as of this moment, i am seething with rage. i wanna scream, ‘FUCK YOU GOD!’ but its not gonna make any difference. and it’s probably not his fault. so here’s a big fuck you to my sorry excuse for a life.

    I know life has its ups and downs. well today i had a shitfest of a day. I spent 700 bucks today, and its just to fucking survive. I’m barely getting by each day as it is, and today just had to shit on my face.

    i long for the day where humans evolve to be impervious to diseases and any forms of illnesses. and our bodies will be indestrutible. the only way we would die would be from old age or suicide.

    then doctors would be out of jobs. fuck them up their stupid asses. they deserve it. i’d rather die of cancer than give up my money to their filthy grubby hands.

    I wrote that a few hours ago, but didn’t manage to finish the post. Now its a few hours later and I feel better. Not much better, but not as angry as I was. Today still sucked as much as it could though. Here’s a break down of my day:

    I take half the day off to go to a hospital to check up and get my eczema treated.
    – I get caught speeding- I was doing 95 on an 80 highway. Alright, I get off with a RM30 payment (yeah it was wrong, but I couldn’t afford to pay the 300) and continue to the hospital. But that wasn’t the worse part of the day. In fact it probably was the best of the worst.
    – I reached the hospital, parked the car and went to the counter and asked where I should go to see a dermatologist. They told me that there were no dermatologists in at the moment. And the next one would be coming in at 6pm. I told them that I called them up yesterday and the person on the phone told me to come in from 1-5pm. It was 2pm. Needless to say I stormed off.
    – 4 hours later, I’m back in the hospital, and waiting. The doctor comes in at 6.30. Despite being 2nd in line, when I lined up there was another patient before me, I got cut to like 5th place. I saw the doctor at almost 7.30.
    – The doctor checks me out and says that I have a very serious case. I get a jab, and a prescription.
    – I try to use my AIA insurance card to pay for my consultation, apparently the doctor wasn’t covered by the panel. But the hospital he works in is. How strange is that? Anyway I paid 150 for the consultation and jab.
    – Next, I went to pay for my medication. RM250 worth. Apparently I can claim back about 100+ according to the admin in my office. So there goes another 100 bucks. If I can’t claim anything back, that’s 400 spent on the doctor alone.
    – The other 300? I spent about 270 on bills earlier in the day. With the RM30 bribe, that’s 700. And people ask me how can I smile all the time?

    I really don’t know.

    EDIT : I’m glad people can feel better reading this. ‘I’m so happy my day didnt’ suck as much as yours George! Thanks!’

    You’re welcome.

  • You know you love your job when..

    ..you dream about your office. haha

    A few weeks back when I was in Singapore, I had this weird ass dream that I saved on my phone-

    I had a weird dream last night. Inspidea expanded and I came back to work in a totally brand new office with tonnes of new people and new equipment.
    Loads of people left their guitars in the office.
    We had a massive library, comparable to Kinokuniya and a quite number of hot chicks.
    But all I could think of was, “Fuck! All my mp3s are gone! What’s Jason’s share? It’s not ninos-13! I hope he copied all my songs!”

    The reason for my lack of updates- computer has been screwy for awhile and I only finished formatting/reinstalling all my stuff a few days ago. Now its fixed and I’m back online, so clap your hands and dance to some FTSK!

  • Bras stop bouncing breasts

    I wrote this a long time ago, and recently discovered it saved on my pc, but I don’t think I’ve ever posted it up. Anyways, I thought it was a pretty good read, so here it is:

    ..or so I’ve heard.. or was it saggy tits?

    Anyways, the other day I was at La Senza because it was a ‘super sale’ and I thought ‘I should get some bras just in case I decide to cross dress one day!’– no not really, you know how sales draw girls to shops like light draws moths to fire. Raelene wanted to buy some lingerie (why is it not pronounced lingerie anyway?!) because it was a sale (yes, girls buy stuff just cos they’re cheap even though they’re unnecessary). And she loves that shop anyway, we almost always go in all the time.

    So while she was in the changing room, I was just standing next to the huge model with big boobs (are those real?) observing everybody else. There were a total of two other guys in the shop. And they were following around their shopping partners, checking out the lingerie. You know that couples all do the same things? They point at the outrageous looking lingerie (suggestive, and bordering on S&M) and they look at each other, and then they giggle. Then the guy probably says ‘Why would anyone want to wear that?!’ and the girl will laugh. And he’ll say ‘would you wear that?’ and she’ll say something along the lines of ‘only for you’ and they’ll both giggle like school kids. I know they do that. We do it too 🙂

    So I was just observing people from where I stood. What goes through the mind of girl as she picks up and scrutinizes every piece of underwear? What does she think about as she runs her fingers across the texture of the bra? Or when she lifts the panties up to the light to see through the lace? What does she think about?

    “Would this look sexy on me?”
    “Am I getting laid tonight?”
    “Does this make me look fat?”
    “If I put this on, will it give me confidence?”
    “Will this accentuate my curves?”
    “What outfit do I have that matches this?”
    “How much is it?”
    “Does this scream ‘WHORE!’?”

    I really don’t know. On the other hand, I couldn’t care less about my own underwear. Hell, I’m not even afraid to admit that my mom buys my boxers for me. To me they’re just a thin pair of shorts to protect my dragon (why are guys so egoistical about their penises?) from the ferocious teeth of my zipper. And to protect my pants whenever I fart. And I’m glad we don’t have to go shopping for bras :p

    I guess to girls, underwear gives a whole different meaning. To them it’s probably a totally different world.