Koichi

“Greetings!”

Happy 22th birthday. Sorry I am such a bastard. Again.

On your 21st, I got you a lousy Kon. This year, I am not sending anything over. I must be the worst guy ever. (This is the part you jumps in and disagree, no?) I am really really really really sorry, but the stuff that min and shuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuui were suggesting is rather out of my league. Come on, I really can’t envision me auctioning for that fishhead plushie thing. Hell, I can’t even afford a public apology on the newspapers and have to resort to putting this on my blog.






I promise something better when you come back. If not, you can always tear off my arm and beat me with it.

Cry me a river

Yet another guy post, ladies can skip this entirely.

So at 5am in the morning, I was still on the phone with a friend talking about the topic “crying”. And yes, it's insane. She was telling me how her (soon to be ex) boyfriend is the crying sort. And how he would cry and cry and cry.
That's how fucked right? Unless you cut off your little pee wee or PMS every other day (Don't let that once per month thing fool you, that lovable girl you are eyeing can turn into a bitch any moment), you have NO fucking right to cry.
Many years ago, guys don't cry. Because it is expected of men. Conformity, that’s hardly a good reason, but that works I guess. Nowadays, guys still don’t cry. Oh wait, I know some of people are going to say that’s not true! Sensitive new age guys are acceptable in today societies as well, and women love their men to in touch with their emotions. So guys can cry too. And extra points if you do it in public!

Just for the record, SNAGS not equal to gays. I have gay friends who happen to be more manly than a lot of guys I know, but the main point is, there is nothing wrong with gays. In fact, I respect those who come out of the closet and defy social norms. On a sidenote, Esmond, We are all still waiting for you to come out. Everyone still loves you, gay or not.

Lotion for your ever so delicate skin = $10
Cream to make your ass shine = $20
Getting a new top at NewUrbanMale = $50
Self proclaim men who cry every now and then = scum of the universe.

Yes, it's that bad. Are you a scum of the universe? And incase you are wondering, I don't cry. Ever.

When babies are born, usually they come out crying right? Only 2 types of babies don't cry, the dead type and the Chuck Norris type. Chuck Norris for the clueless is the man. Yes, he is THE MAN. A little known fact is that his tears can cure cancer. But why the hell are our scientists spending millions on finding a cure for cancer when such a feasible solution seems so close. Hold that thought. Too bad Chuck Norris never cried.






Just like me.

If you love to see me smile, then you'll wait here for a while

I am so loving it.

Randomness rocks

I still can't believe I spent around an hour and more walking around in the school library with Elena talking cock like nobody's business. It was rather fun, I must admit although not very productive. Esmond wanted to read his book/ do his work, and we couldn't go for coffee as planned. Being a really nice guy, I offered to walk her up to the 4th floor from the 3rd level. Ya, real nice I know.

How the hell am I supposed to know that we would end up walking around the library for the next hour? Gee, I think other students must be wondering why the hell this two people were doing, walking around and giggling, when others are mugging like mad. The best part was when she said she wanted to go to the ladies, and instead of doing that, we stood in front of a project room and kept on chatting. Just so to make the people inside the project room nervous, we pretended to look at the time and inside the room from time to time so as to make the people inside think that we booked the room. (Ok, she pretended actually. I am innocent.) Just by doing that we managed to spend half an hour. And after I left her to get back to my work, then I realized we could have sat down and have coffee like we planned instead of walking and standing and generally "training" my leg muscles.

I had one of the funniest msn chat ever on Friday night. Thanks to cha cha cha. Yes, I know you are reading this, despite me not telling you about this blog of mine. It was funny as hell I assure you. It sure is weird when I realized I am grinning at the laptop at 3am in the morning.

"Char cha. We dot dot cucumber in slumberland. "

I have no idea what it means. But it sure made me laugh and forgot about everything for a moment.

It kinda reminded me about my younger days, when we could be as random as we wanted. Yea, I am old. You are old too. Stop denying it people. Once you hit 20 there is no going back. For those of you who ain't 20 yet, don't you have some exam to study for? Shoo shoo. Let's carry on for those of us who are above 20

As I was saying, It's fun how I used to anyhow draw comics to amuse my friends, especially SZP (Super Zhenyi Pig) which was my mainstream comic title for awhile. Or how Yx and me used to randomly decided to stand in the middle the traffic light near Cuppage and make small talk. Or hanging with Ko, whose randomness is on par with me. Romeo lust after Juliet eh?




Fuck school and let's all be random.

Bounce

It disturbs me how much I still bounce these days. By bounce, I meat walking with jumping involved. It's rather hard to explain because I have never ever seen it before. And that's because, usually, I am the one bouncing. Women bouncing, sure that's all right. Men bouncing, uhh.. whatever floats your boat, dude. Skinny guy with a pink shirt and cap bouncing; Instant destruction to whatever reputation that he had been trying to build up for the last 1 and a half years.

I remembered the very first time someone told me about this…uhh…so called problem of mine. Sharon introduced me to Clarinda who was in AJC also, and asked her if she recognized me. Her answer was somewhat along the lines of "Yeah, I have seen him bouncing around in the canteen." I gave the classical WTF expression as she further went on to explain the different times she saw me bobbling up and down. Sharon dealt the killing blow, when she confirmed Clar's words. Yes, all these years and I still remember.

So I decided to bounce less. Fast forward to Army days, went out with Xiangfu and he commented on my bouncing habit. At least he was nice enough to assure me that is a sign that I am a healthy person, and people who bounce when they walk are likely to be faster runners. I didn't know why I believed that. But it did seem logical (at that time), so I didn't pursue the topic further.

Then SMU came along. And this mod call CAT requires a presentation. In true democratic fashion, I was elected to do the presentation largely due to the alleged "relationship" that I have with my professor. Come on, wearing pink on the same day? And making eyes at each other in the middle of class? Only group that didn't get bombarded with questions? And you people didn't suspect a single thing? Poof, and I didn't believe them when they said that a sucker is born every minute. Anyway, in the middle of presentation, PJ suddenly commented, "Stop jumping", and then and only then, I realized, "aww crap", my hyperactive genes must be working overtime again, making me bounce around like the Energizer Bunny on crack. Bounce and bounce and bounce somemore.

I uhh.. blame my shoes. Yea, that's it, must be the shoes.

No more.

Betterman ?

No more. No more of this persona, this bullshit. No more of acting nice. No more.

betterman is dead.





No more.
(Koichi, thanks for letting me rant on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on)

Boyz 2 Men

Life sucks.. seriously, just when you thought you were over the little bump in your life, shit happens and you feel like the world is ending.. Okay, maybe i exaggerate, the world ain't ending... yet. But it certainly feels like it, with the way I'm feeling in recent weeks.

Perhaps I'm just over reacting to stuff.. perhaps things are really just fine. But I can't or (psychologically)refuse to see it that way... There are so many things bothering me, waiting for me to solve. But yet they are all out of my control. Ain't nothing I can do about them for now, but wait. And if there's 2 things about me is that I'm a control freak and an impatient guy. So that makes for about the worse possible combination of things to happen in a situation.

I feel like i'm fighting multiple battles on many different fronts on my own... so many problems, no solutions. A lone soldier.. trudging up the fog filled battlefield, not knowing what lies ahead of him, not knowing if his next step will be on a land mine and blow up on his face. Should he take the next step? Or should he not? Logically, by prodding the field before taking his next step he'll be safe. But then, when you're in the battlefield you don't tend to think logically, the only thoughts that fill your head will be that of fear. I guess that's what plaguing me right now. Logically I know what needs/should be done. Yet knowing and doing are 2 very different things. And I can tell you doing is SO much more difficult. There's a reason why it's "easier said than done".

Perhaps if the soldier wasn't alone but accompanied by a platoon of soldiers, the path will be easier. But hey, let's not forget other soldiers also have their own battles to fight. Sometimes you've just got to fight your own battles alone. And thats what differentiates the boys from the men.

For now, I can only wait.. to see if I'm a boy.. or man.



And in case you dimwits out there haven't realized it, I(aka bx) didn't write the above.

You, Me and Dupree

Eunice = "You"
Lewis = "Me"
and
Bx = "Dupree" !!!



Yea, It was fun.

Randomness.

Of love.
Heard this from my mom, who heard it from my grandma who in turn heard it from someone else. There is a super distant cousin whom I had never met before in my entire life who loves nothing but dogs. Of course, her mom is worried. She is in the early 30s, got a great career and the looks to match, but amazingly no boyfriend although there are a couple of suitors waiting in queue. However, all she wants to do is to take care of her dog. So what does a desperate mother do? She takes the dog to a random park and set the stupid dog free. Without removing the dog tag. And so a couple of days later, a kind stranger returns the dog to the house. Of course, in movies, the random stranger would be an extremely good looking single guy who then falls for the distant cousin of mine. Too bad life ain't exactly like the movies isn't it?

Of friends.
Don't you love it when your friend cancels an appointment without telling you? The best part? Getting someone else to break the news to you. You Biatch.

Of SLBs
Today is the day we welcomed Cw into the club today, as our secretary, while Angus becomes the treasurer and Zy becoming our VP. Of course, I am still the president, damnit. No one can take that away from me! Oh a side-note, we are currently recruiting for more members. Perks include free mahjong gaming at my place. Ok, maybe that's the only perk. (By free, I mean you must lose money to me)

Of destiny
There is no such bullshit as destiny. There are quite a number of people who believes in so called destiny. I make it a point to kaobei to them that there is no such thing as destiny. What are your hands for !? (Besides the occasional tugging, that is.) GO and freaking do something about your so-called destiny.

Of blogs
Recently a friend of mine, shown me of a blog of a guy whom she likes. And upon reading at it, I realize she has pretty good taste. From the blog, the guy displayed interest in current issues and would often offer his take on different things that happens in common life that we often take for granted. And often his entries would be super long and really intelligent. Too bad, I don’t give a shit. No ones wants to know about what you think of so and so, because you are not BX. So shoo off and write all you want. No one fucking cares.

Of hair
Can we like skip this topic?

Of midterms
Another totally gone case topic. It's like asking a woman for her weight when she had obviously had been stuffing herself with ice creams and chocolates. NEXT!





Ok, no more. The zzzz monster is out to get me.

Are you a racist?

What exactly is a racist? By definition, a racist is someone who hates people from other races. That is only part of the equation. In reality, a racist is someone who hates this specific race more than he hates others.

Example,

“Fuck all of you.”

By the characterization, it would mean that this guy fuck Chinese, fuck Malays, fuck Indians, fuck mixed blood, fuck Indonesian, fuck Bangalas, fuck Siam Kias, fuck !Kang bushmen, fuck the whites, fuck the blacks, fuck Hispanics, fuck Asians, fuck the tables, fuck the chairs. Basically everyone. But you get my point don't you? But that's not considered being racist! Gosh, by saying that line, by description u hate everything. And since humanity strive for equality among races and between men and women(heh heh), so it is all right if you hate every single race, religion, culture or country as long as you hate them EQUALLY.

Compare that to someone who says "fuck Chinese". OMGLOLROFL, that's being racist! That can get you throw into jail, assraped in the prison shower when you drop your soap, caned and get free exercise courtesy of Uncle Le.... uhh.. I meant the government. (And taxpayers of course.) Moral of the story? Either you hate everyone or you don't hate anyone.





Luckily I hate everyone.

How far will you run?

Today was feeling good, so I decided to run. From my place in Hougang to Sengkang, so that I could have an excuse to visit my ever so adorable boss. (But bx, isn't she like 8 years older than you?) Blah, details details, who has time for details? (uhh bx? She's married!) Like I said, who has time for minor details?








Heh heh, to a certain brother of mine, you can always emulate me and run from your place in bedok to tampines central. *thumbs up*