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Thursday, June 01, 2006

crap. yesterday i wanted to faster sleep as my head was killing me. but my mom suddenly reminded me of Incredible Tales, so i stayed up a while more to watch it. damn funny as usual. local television really sucks at churning out horror shows. Viewer discretion my ass. should be rated G for family. i swore that night, my head was really on fire. and this time im not thinking of anything ah, it's just that im really sick. plus im trying to bathe less nowadays also... the heater is busted for real. every bathing session is a torture. the water is like -935642 degrees. but i had to endure the torture just for the sake of being clean.

then i slept early, between 1030pm to 11pm and woke up at 8am the next day. earliest time i woke up naturally, ever. lol. then i remembered the night before, i wanted to restring my guitar but i didnt wanna use my own money, and asking my mom face to face for money is suicide. so i just wrote a note conveying the message to her and taped it all over the floor. i know she'll come into my room every morning to give me my daily allowance wat. and this is a good plan as once she walks into my room she'll step on the note which is overloaded with scotch tape and no human could avoid that. and when i woke up at 8, she gave me what i wanted : D

3 nice notes nicely placed under my wallet. which is overloading with receipts. great. so.. later i left the house at around 120pm. got my guitar restringed and i made a really last minute decision to cut my hair at Kimage. another $30 gone. he keeps recommending me the perm, which is hell $120, i still dont know la. maybe if i can finally get a part time job then i'll consider. because cash is an issue now, for someone like me who is practically splurging on unnecessary stuff. then i met a really old gaming pal at funan mall, it was weird la, i was speaking chinese to the lady at this eatery and he was just beside me, then i called out to him, using his gaming nick -_- and he nevre responded so i just called him real name instead. he turned and was surprised, it's been a while la. like 7 months. he still looks the same, exactly. same NS styled hair, clad in smart casual clothes, and i bet it was his break period as he was working somewhere nearby. we chatted for a while over my tuna sandwich and left later. i spent $3.80 on food today! so proud of myself, finally getting a grip of my spending habits.

i left for home from there. reached home at 6 plus. no one was home. great. was feeling really damn lethargic. i slept in the mrt while going back just now. dont know why im feeling this tired, i had enough sleep what. and i actually wanted to sleep around 7pm, but in the end i got distracted by other stuff and now, i'm typing this entry and it's gonna be almost 10pm. oh ya, forgot to mention this earlier. this morning, i talked to an ex classmate of mine who had a surgery on his dick not long ago, now he can masturbate without pain already. he introduced me to a job, some perfume promoter at CP(i assume) and he said he gave my details to the person in charge already and said i'll get a call sometime later after lunchtime. i waited and waited. wheres the call?! another fish escaping into the river. HOPEFUlly, i'll get the call tomorrow. being jobless for more than 3 months is worst than not having sex for 3 months.

and tomorrow's a friday already. so fast. my mind is still thinking monday. no plans for tomorrow. guess i'm gonna idle home the whole day. and yeah, sunday's jamming day. finally after so long. glad that my band members are putting their efforts into the song which is gona be our first original. CC and HA. . i'm just gona have meal of fruits, go for an expedition to the south pole and sleep.

you can still taste him.

Purple Rose;
4:09 AM