Just another kitsch-ka-blogs weblog–but with oodles of doodles.

Education is good, for it trains the mind; classes are good, for they train your patience.

At least that’s what I try to think as I haul my ass off to lectures where some classmates will make it a point to convince me coming to class was a bad idea–Participation Points, how you torture me. More often than not, we will have an eager beaver somewhere with something absolutely retarded to say. I often think, “HOW is it even possible someone could think of something so obvious to ask??”

“That’s a very good question.”

The professor’s mercy will then ignite an ego explosion on the part of the student (who would have been running for his or her life if there were no law and I could chase after them with a branding iron)..and of course encourage more retarded questions in the future.

It was such behavior that inspired my angry doodle below. 75 minutes of class, 30 minutes of morons trying to rephrase what the prof just said/something mentioned before in class.

NO. you do not sound intelligent; as a matter of fact, if you could just STFU, you could come off as mildy un-stupid.

I have nothing against speaking up. I have something against you who think that you have the most amazing ideas on earth and that you have to spread your wisdom by speaking up incessantly. A fart would sound better than you.

Stop spreading your presumed intellect–stick to spreading your legs, you seem to be awfully good at that.

Last semester, I had to take a freshman writing class and the topic was on castrated men (voluntary or non-voluntary). The class, in actuality, was more of a history class than a macabre fetish. The readings were often very interesting (hard not to be interesting with such a topic. The boys often found it painful to get through..hahaha) but the writing was such a pain.

Having studied in a science college and now being in a business school, I was no humanities writing maverick. There were countless moments where I wanted to punch my laptop screen.

And that was how the last few weeks before summer were. And below are the babies of me and academic anger.

For maximum agony: 1) add annoying and incompetent team mates, 2) profs who enjoy over-complicating simple tasks, 3)stir well and try not to stab anyone

Moments when one is tempted to cut one's wrists with the paper

It’s a new semester! And nothing’s going to change! Different semester, same shit all over again! wheeeeeeee!

I got some file holders thinking, “Oh, what the heck, it’s Senior Year–maybe it’s time to get organized and actually study proper.”

Of course, in the face of exams and getting my classes sorted out, I was too busy to file my notes into these holders.

Instead, I spent a good amount of time decorating the buggers.

This collection has been a deviation from paper doodles. i guess nothing escapes my manic doodles. And nothing can quell my lack of productivity.

I do have some amazing friends that I love to death. But hey, there's always a bunch out there you know who doesn't give an honest shit about you.

i don't know..the many moods of the cube? who the hell is the cube anyway?? ...start of school is taking a toll on me, haha.

THE HORROR------there's HOMEWORK.

Hi all,

Some of you may be current Facebook College Doodle members (thank you for the support!) and some of you may have stumbled upon this blog (hello there!), whichever the case, I would like to welcome you to my very first blog entry.

I will be importing some of the current doodles to this blog, so for those who have seen the stuff already, please bear with me. After all the current stuff has been brought over, I will be uploading the new goodies.

I am currently in Canada without a scanner..so the new goodies will be fermenting in my notepad until I get back to Cornell

Thank you, and enjoy!

Woon