Wednesday, September 28, 2005
school so sucks. my prelims results were like shit. my mom was pissed with my results so she confiscated my guitar. but weirdly i felt neutral. because i think thats the only way i could study because i've been playing guitar like 70% of my free time. and the other 30% is idling on the PC. countdown.. 35 more days to the real thing... that is like 5 weeks? omg that's like coming quicker than ever. my aunt returned from US last saturday and reached home at about 6AM singapore time. i stayed woke up like at 5am and waited at the door, to welcome her back... and get my STRAP most importantly. i waited till 525AM... i was real drowsy.. so i somersaulted back into bed. then my mom woke up me up at 9am later, i was like having the "cant you see im dead sleepy?" face but what i saw miraculously made me unable to go back to sleep again. my mom was holding the DiMarZio ClipLock Strap in her hands!!! and ITS BLACK. immediately i tore out its contents, but got irritated later. i cant change to this strap now because the strap comes with an entire new screw, and im not manly enough to remove the old strap pin. so i guess i need to go all the way down to the guitar center to do this. but i didnt.. i just told myself, i'll bring down this entire new strap on the day that i buy the new guitar.. which is directly after my Os. tomorrow is the release of Tim Burton's Corpse Bride. fuck i wanna watch. i so hope to watch this final last movie before the Os... hope mom wouldnt nag for an hr. haha. well, on 24th of september, which is some time back, i went to Waseda Shibuya High School, with 2 guys from some online forum. man i only had 3 hours of sleep, i woke up at 7am on a damn sunday morning, dragged my lazy ass to the bathroom and later got ready to go by 745am. i reached clementi MRT at 930am. i wasted a fuckload of time taking the wrong MRT. i wasnt sleepy anymore once i reached the entrance of the high school. i was looking forward to the activities in fact. we got greeted by some japanese girls at the door, and was prompted to write our names on that piece of paper and collect some booklets. the school is huge. and the english of the japanese students was funny. eye candy was practically everywhere. what else, the girls of course. we did the normal stuff, like go sample each and every stall and later we had lunch at a cheap price of $3. but it was disappointing.. for the standard of japanese food. my fried noodle was tasteless. it was a fun day though. i'll surely go again next year. recently i read the papers and found an interesting article... teachers googling online to search for their students' blogs. man, seriously, do these teachers have too much free time? they should not invade the privacy of their students' blogs. there was this teacher who reprimanded her student because she used foul language in her blog. that pissed me off big time. it's a fucking blog, who gives a fuck about the way u write, it's not like as if what you write is gonna get published in the papers or what. since this issue popped up in the papers, i guess most students are gonna password-protect their blogs soon.. to prevent their nosey teachers from reading about their private lives. but sometimes a fellow blogger has to control over what he writes, some comments can be offensive to others and this might stir up some problems. take my example, i badmouthed a band and they came breathing down my neck, thankfully i solved the issue by deleting the post and posting a public apology. well, another comment in my blog caused the break-up of my band, and i think they just cannot accept the fact of me being just honest about their standard. recently yesterday, there was a commotion in my english class. teacher and student argued. student hurt teacher's feelings, student leaves class, teacher breaks down. we consoled teacher. it was pretty sad for me to see my good ol eng teacher cry like that. well today she was back to her usual bubbly self, since that student was absent. it's fucking 1030pm, and i was supposed to sleep at 9pm. fucking an hour and a half delay. anyway i shall try to continue blogging a while more before hitting the bed. KFC came up with this new spicy chicken shit, and i thought it was kinda good, but it's fucked up that it doesnt come with a drink. i ate like 2 boxes a day since yesterday. at first when i took my first bite, i was like, "what the fuck, you actually call this spicy?" then later when i'm downing my second box, i took back my words. i was like tearing as i ate the last piece. my tolerant level for spicy food is that bad. i cry easily if the damn food gets too spicy. the coffee bean at the mall downstairs closed down. wtf. i love the drinks there so much. and a ton of girls study there too, now it's like all boarded up. lians often occupy KFC to "study" or have their long meals there. and some of them are actually taller than me. i'm so losing face. it's really a pity to see that a lian has good looks but her character's so awful. what do you expect from a lian. they'll probably have a ton of beng boyfriends and get laid like everyday. get fucked and dumped by their boyfriends and find new boyfriends. lol. i forgot to mention this earlier. my mom took my guitar, and put it in her room for the entire day, behind locked doors, i had this funny imagination of my dad jamming with my mom at night. haha sounds stupid. omg it's 11 already and my mom's makin noise. i'll better hit the bed or i wont be able to wake up tmr. nite.
