Toilet Training

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Written on 3:46 AM by c meridian


Toilet Training, originally uploaded by write2inbox.

There's something that's been bugging me all these years. As you may know, I am a bit of a hypochondriac. I can't touch the escalator hand rails without thinking of where it's been. I can't touch the rim of a public toilet seat and surely can't go to sleep without a shower.

So here's the thing, when I get to a urinal, which is like 6 times a day, considering how much water I take, I am often greeted with the sight of piss on the floor. That to me is an utter disgrace and an insult to our male pee hose.

I mean what's wrong? Has the man serpent got a mind of it's own? Is it distracted at work? Is your urethra springing a leak?

The penis has two functions. One of them is making babies, the other is so that you don't explode from containing too much piss. It's that simple, god didn't even make a manual for it.

For Christ sake, do you need rocket science or a bachelors degree to take a piss?

People should learn to pee properly. But if they think that proper and hygienic usage of the urinal is not possible,please consider pee-ing
sitting down.

Simple. 

Every time I see a patch of piss on the floor in front of the urinal, I am angered by the shame. Angered by the knowledge that unlike women, we have a hose to aim with, and some people still drip it all over the floor like animals do.

Come on. Take one step closer to the urinal. Watch that aim and pay a little more attention.

...like I said, it's not f*cking rocket science!

Wrreoooww!

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Written on 3:05 AM by c meridian


Wrreoooww!, originally uploaded by write2inbox.


Well, that's the way life is. Evil is always lurking in a corner nearby,
looking for an opportunity to pounce on you and rob you of your modesty,
money, handbag, sneakers or sometimes... blogs.


Ever since my previous blog "HearMeBitch" (read-my.blogspot) got hijacked,
I've pretty much lost interest and motivation to document my life. I felt
disheartened. Like a kid who bought his first Ding Dang, only to find there's NO toy inside. I was confused, angry, disappointed, despondent, melancholic and ended up in a withdrawal state.


Then recently, I began to realize some people have nothing better to do with their
life than to find pathetic joy in trivial pursuits like hijacking someone's
blog. Maybe it was some enraged Tyra Banks worshipper or... some Asiaworks fanatic.
The point is... who cares.

I finally realized that I won't let some petty blog thief come in the way of
my endeavor to document my life, however I see fit. I am trying to
rediscover the joy I once had in blogging. I think it'll come back,
slowly....

PS: HearMeBitch! (read-my.blogspot.com) still works. Although I can't log in or get the password because it's no longer associated with my Google account. Someone else owns it now. So, who knows how long my 4 years worth of blogs will be around. If you know of a way to archive blogs (that no longer belong to you), please let me know.


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Cheers,

Kenny T

Premier!

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Written on 12:48 PM by c meridian


Here it is, my inaugural post on pop-parazzi.

Of course it starts with a photo of me, silly. 
I'm the BIG BANG, y'all.