Whoever is living upstairs and singing (and I use the term loosely, oh yes, very loosely) on the karaoke machine deserves to be strapped to a chair and forced to listen to their ghastly shrieks for 48 hours, complete with ear numbing speaker feedback. On days like this, they REALLY test my patience and the limits of my sanity. Should the latter ever snap while they're singing, I'll hope I'll have the clarity of mind to head upstairs and shove their karaoke system, mike and all, into their bloody throats.

I have an English test on Monday, a Biology test on Thursday, two papers due next on Wednesday and a wedding banquet tomorrow. I am NOT a happy man tonight. Even worse, the English test includes phonetics... my worst English topic. And it's not just Modern English phonetics too, because it includes Old English phonetics. So while I am grappling with the godforsaken IPA symbols and trying to account for the Great Vowel Shift, those assholes upstairs totally destroy my pronounciation. Can you imagine trying to figure out these while some Singapore Idol wannabe belts out Hokkien and Chinese songs, one after another?! Throw in the loud feedback from their cannot-make-it karaoke system and there you have it: the anatomy of nothing-better-to-do karaoke singers from hell. I hope his entire family gets indigestion. And that they get hospitalized. And misdiagnosed. And get exposed as lunatics. And immigrate to Peru. And get eaten up by crocodiles. And that the last thing they ever hear, is their own voices shrieking "lu bian yiiii keeeeeee.... rong shu xiaaaaaaaa!!!". And their tombstones will read like this.

Until then, I have to hold on to my sanity, diphthongs and rhoticity. Man I'm pissed...