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Thursday, February 23, 2006

hey. i feel like blogging suddenly. as i said before, today was a fucking boring day. woke up slightly earlier than normal, 4pm. still fucking late lah you compare to any other human out there. i had my brunch(breakfast + lunch) at Wang Jiao House Of Kaya Toast. the name already like shit. that shop is a Ya Kun Kaya Toast ripoff. it was fine la, but still, Ya Kun Kaya Toast always wins. Wang Jiao sucks! when i was eating my half-boiled eggs, i put a few drops of that black shit at the table i dunno whats that called and my eggs tasted fucking salty. it's like eating pure salt harvested from the dead sea. ee. but the kaya toast with butter made up for it la, so it didnt spoil my day that much. haha. i was a lone eater as usual. but today was kinda a bad day for girls, i didnt see much today. so i proceeded up to NTUC upstairs to buy a new bottle of wax. hair wax, not candle wax. my hair got worst today, it was obvious. maybe the hair dressing i used didnt suit my hair and therefore made my hair grow super unevenly. today i just realised something when i saw the back of the hair dressing cream bottle which said "LADY's HAIR CREAM" shit. all the way i'm using a lady's product. heck la. as if that hair cream contained female hormones that would make me turn into a female overnight. i had been scanning the ads in the newspapers nowadays to look for a job as i would badly need the extra allowance. i saw one ad that completely didnt make sense. it wrote, "NEED PROMOTERS FOR IT SHOW AT SUNTEC FROM 9-12 MARCH, INTERESTED, PLEASE COME FOR INTERVIEW ON 22-23 MARCH" weird. the first time in history that people must work first then later go for interview. the opposite haha. i just got pissed just now. when i walking into my own room, my left foot accidentally kicked my bed's leg, i dunno how to explain whats that, it looks like bed's leg. what am i saying. nvm. then i howled in pain for about 5 minutes. then i continued to walk to my reach my PC's chair, then my right foot accidentally kicked one of my blocky guitar pedals on the floor. ok. somemore those unintentionally kicks were really hard. im so unlucky. that would only add more salt to the wound if i already had a bad day earlier on. anyway i also bought this packet for biscuits at NTUC earlier on, the box looked damn big and the price was only $2 so i thought it was a steal so i got it. then when i ate my first cookie, it tasted like shit and nothing like what they illustrated on the giant box. the box had pictures of a really big cookie with creamy peanut cream filling, but wtf? im eating the cookie now and it tastes like pure wheat and WHERE IS THE FILLING? i hate this. pictures that lie. i cant blame la, so cheap, cannot expect so much quality. if i paid $10 for that box then i should go jump down from 2 storeys already.. today im a dishonest guy i gotta admit. i just felt pissed at my own father, as he is being awfully stingy. ask him for $5, he ignores me completely. then after i showered, i sneaked into the masterbedroom, opened up his wallet and took a crisp $5 note hahah. my father had no idea that $5 was missing from his wallet haha, that idiot is busy watching television outside. fuck la. i havent practised my japanese language this entire week. my homework's not done yet too. this week's homework is different, as it'll require me to give answers in japanese after hearing an audio track from the CD watanabe sensei gave to me. i have no idea where is that CD. shit. nvm i'll find it later. i just took new pics of my new guitar. but i have no mood to upload it now as my computer sux. i have this feeling that has been bugging me for quite some time. you know the feeling that you're always meeting this certain girl on quite a regular basis, oblivious to the fact that she already has a boyfriend, and the worst part is, she doesnt mind meeting you too. but the worst is yet to come, when you start getting intimate with her, in the comfort of her room, and whats weirder, shes older than you. over time, i have developed a small liking for her, and it is still growing. with flashbacks of the times we had together, making her laugh, paying for her stuff, yea wtf really. i wonder how she picked the guy in the first place as her boyfriend. to me, that guy looks like fuck. i squirm at the fact that she still asks me for my opinion on whether he's good-looking. i can puke. really. i'm not gonna defame him by putting his pic here. but seriously, a beng like him seems really useless. i know he's a year older than me, and he's a whooping 1.79m in height, but what is he good in? nothing i guess. from reading his profile, he only plays like DOTA, smokes, drinks, bla bla all these typical crap. there are even some cases where she got pissed off when him, and it was in my presence. from there, i got a slightly clearer picture of his character. he's a possessive jerk. and he claims that he's being there for her, there is a big difference between "caring for you" and "being over-possessive". seriously i hate this guy. shant talk about him further. it only makes me pissed.

i've got a feeling that my mom isnt goin to work tmr. when she came back just now, i saw fresh bottles of medicine, as well as pills. i think she's gona be on MC tomorrow. i hate being home with parents around. it's just irritating... on weekdays that is. i wouldnt mind if they were all around on weekends. since i'm not always home on weekends. this comin sat i'm gonna be a nerd. not really. i'm goin for some meetup organised by a local PSP community, heard there's gonna be XBOX360 there, some dude's bringing it. i cant wait. too bad i'm gonna come later than usual, since my nihon-go class ends at 420pm. i'm gona reach there prolly by 545pm. i just saw an interesting job ad in the papers just now. a cafe needs employees, located at punggol park, minimum $5 an hr. that sounds great enough. i have no experience in F&B. i hope no vaccinations are involved. time flies really quickly. i thought it was still January now, when it's gonna be March soon, birthday yeah. i'm gonna stroll into the House Of Condom at lucky plaza on my 18th birthday just to satisfy my curiosity haha. Loraine's birthday is coming.. my plans to buy her a gift had been flushed down the toilet bowl. i think she has officially changed her cellphone number. i called her yesterday, and all i heard was a dead tone. i tried calling her again using my own phone, it said "number busy". so i thought maybe she might be using the phone herself, i decided to call back at 12am, just to make sure, but the number was still busy. wtf, it cant be that she's using the damn phone for entire the day. i have intentions to write a song about her. a friendship with her that seems to be sailing so smoothly, and ending so abruptly. i know she likes ponies.. was intending to get the exact one that she was hugging on the day i was with her, seeing her expression, she definitely liked it a lot. she wanted to get Hawnthorne Height's CD, but has no idea where to get it. i introduced her to Inokii, the shop at far east. think she should have gotten it by now. i hope, by fate, we'll meet again. maybe, at the very same spot in HMV where i went up to you. someday, i hope you'll sms me back, i remember having sent you at least 6 SMSes before you went missing. i miss you. ok la i sound like a stupid emo kid.

Purple Rose;
2:34 AM