Good News & Better News

I'm oh-so-happy today.

The good news is that my keyboard is slowly but surely getting better. All on its own accord. Only a few keys are malfunctioning still, but it's no big deal. I just open the character map and manually enter whatever letters are not working. Tiresome, but it works nonetheless.

Yippee!

That said, I regret doing what I did to my laptop two days back. I was spending hours and hours blow-drying it, dismantling the keyboard, reassembling it, etc. Repeating the process. I cut my finger on one try, and I got pissed. Took a hammer to the keyboard, and proceeded to throw it on the floor. Twice.

So now there are gaping holes where the letters 'K' and 'D' are.

I think I have rage issues.

Yippee!

On to better news! Just decided a few hours ago to change my ticket home. Will be back in Penang this time next week.

Yippee!

This time next week, I'll be using my huge/long stick to poke-poke in hopes of getting into tight holes.

This time next week, I'll be putting my mouth to germ-infested, funky-smelling, sticky stuff.

This time next week, I'll be pushing a stick up and down, going faster and faster as I do so.

And while doing all that, I'll be sweating profusely.

Ah.. Snooker, hawker food, driving.. My three favourite things back home.

Yippee!

(Che che, I'm not telling pa and ma I'm coming home so soon. They still think I'll be back only early June. Don't spoil it for me ya. Will you be in Penang on Wednesday? Am arriving about two in the afternoon. Right now CC is picking me up, but if he can't make it can you? And dya want Midori? Or Moet?)

Onto another topic then.

Me, pining, has produced some results. Some expected, some not so expected.

Giving the post a once over, I realise how it can apply to at least two different individuals, depending on who reads it. Cibai. Troublesome. Do I go out of my way to approach the individual whom it's not meant for? To clear up the air? Awkward and memalukan, balls.

Not that I have any pride in the first place. See how-lah.

Me, pining, has expectedly made me the butt of many jokes. Most are made in front of me, to my face, which I gratefully accept. Kam sia lu.

But what fucking reason do I have to complain? The web is not exactly private. I wasn't smart enough to maintain anonymity, with Seong Hong Tan plainly visible on my profile, with seonghong.blogspot.com being my site address.

Talk about asking for it. I'm rather stupid I think. The fake macho image that I've tirelessly built over the years, I've utterly obliterated with one post. I have revealed to anyone who wants to know, the true gay fag that I am. Ha. Ha.

Oh well.

Fuck you, asshole. You should commit suicide by drowning yourself in a urinal, and rid us all of your ignorant, parasitical existence. And make sure you're sterile. Don't burden the world by propagating your sad, worthless seed.

Yippee!

On a brighter note, me, pining, like I said, has actually produced some results. Sister told my mom about the pining post, mom thought it was amusing that her son actually can feel, that her son is not a heartless kayu bastard she was sure of prior to this.

So mom thought it'd be funny to tell the pinee's mother. Yes, you read right. The pinee's mother obviously told the pinee, which amalgamated to a rather embarrassing phone call from the pinee. The correct one, mind you.

My balls shrank audibly over the phone, I'm sure. I tried to lie and cheat my way out of it, saying it wasn't specifically about her, saying how exam stress drove me to doing insane things, to say shit online for the whole world to read.

I don't think I succeeded.

Yippee!

Well, fuck that. There's no such thing as bad press. It's all good I guess, since me, pining, produced the first phone call I've had with the pinee (that lasted longer than five minutes) in... three years, almost?

It's all good. It's all good. I keep telling myself that. It's all good.

Heck, you never know. Pinee might want to meet me when she flies home to Penang over the summer. To personally kick my ass, no doubt.

But it's all good. It's still all good.

Yippee!

That certainly took a long time. Posting with a fucked keyboard is no fun. But going home will be. I'm so happy. It feels as though I've discovered the joys of masturbation all over again.

YIPPEE!

This entry was posted by tsh, on Wednesday, May 11, 2005. You can bitch back.