So easy,

Sunday, July 30, 2006

hullo. oh shit. got damn school tomorrow and it's 141am and im still not in bed. fuck. scheduled to wake up at 630am later. school starts at 9 btw, but im not taking risks to wake up any later, because i take super long to do simple stuff in the morning such as taking a shower. was originally lazy to actually start blogging, i'll just do it anyway.

SUNDAY. slept at about 4am the night before. and the pillow im resting my head on was fucking uncomfortable the whole night long. i keep twitching, rolling around bed throughout the night. what's wrong with the damn pillow. or maybe it's just my position. jingguang said he'll come in the morning for his first ever balcony jam. i woke up at 845am and it was snowing in my room. bloody cold. and it's drizzling outside too. double the cold-ness. i dragged my icy feet out of my room to take a morning piss. then jumped back into bed. slept all the way till 1130am. then i realised, eh? i thought somebody was supposed to show up at my front door? then i couldnt sleep any further la. it's weird. nowadays, my body has fixed a designated time to wake up everyday, no matter how late i sleep the night before. and that time is between 11-12 in the early part of the day.

heard that the jamming session for the day was cancelled abruptly for a particularly unknown reason. anyway, i didnt have the mood to go out for the day also. then suddenly at around 1pm, my doorbell rang. oh, he's here. then wtf, jamming is back on, 4-6pm this time, instead of the usual 2-4pm. just when i had other plans. something crops up. so i just went with it. going jamming later. balcony session with him wasnt fun today. i told him to bring cableS, and im emphasizing on the S, he brought only one cable. then i had to let him use one of my gay old cables, and those were obviously spoilt la. they couldnt bring enough power to the other end of the cable. so one guitar was suddenly damn soft.

went to serangoon for the jam. i just dont understand why we must jam 2 hours each time when we have such a limited list of songs to play. just as i predicted, after about 45 mins, we were be doing almost nothing, everyone playing their own stuff, not together, as it was meant to be, a jam. it was boring la. muneh followed today. then he thinks he shouldnt have come as he felt humiliated by the other guys. cmon la MUNEH, obviously u did nothing to them, they are NOT even laughing at you. after that, the other guys went to CITY hall, i just didnt feel like going town, so i went back to sk interchange with muneh. then that bastard didnt wanna accompany me to eat, so i just took away my order of chicken rice.

it was almost 7pm. i reached home, played around with my laptop for a while, then i had to go somewhere. the take-away chicken rice i bought didnt taste as nice as it was when i ate in. so this shows that, it's always better to eat in. the food is freshly served, indulge in it when it's at its best. stayed out for the next 4 hours or so. reached my place around 11pm. i decided to take the shortcut to my house, which is the dark alley filled with vegetation, it's damn spooky la and knowing it's hungry ghost eve, my imagination ran wild, so i walked briskly to the other end. you all surely have heard of some stories. such as this one, when u are alone at night, u hear someone calling out ur name, and it is strongly advised NOT to turn. or else.. happy new year.

then i ran up my home. some lights are on, but there is no one in sight. usually my dad would be watching the tv around this time, but he wasnt around. the masterbedroom door's locked. so they must be having sex inside. switched on the computer and started MSN-ing. halfway, hunger pangs interrupted my chat sessions. so i rememberd my dad bought me prata. went to heat it up in my dimly-lit kitchen. not that my kitchen is really dimly lit, it's my preference that i like staying in areas with limited light as bright light burns my eyes. went over to the end of the kitchen where the window was to take my utensils. i heard something outside the window. not sure whether it was my imagination but it sounds like there is a WOMAN singing faintly outside my window. fucking scared i was. i went to switch on every single light in the house. i ate my prata without looking in the direction of the window. later... see some flying woman. i sure piss in my pants. i know i can eat somewhere else other than the kitchen, but i dont wanna have ants having parties at the restricted areas in my home, for eg: my own room. my sister's room, it's alright to have ants there. cockroaches, even better. just dont enter my room.

after throwing away the food wrappers, and washing my hands, i went back to MSN-ing. but i left the big bowl of unfinished curry on the table. as well as a thousand lights on. oh ya, the prata tasted damnn great. now my cravings for prata are back! tomorrow, hoping to go Jalan Kayu and eat prata there. time check, now's 215am. i better be getting into bed. or else i can never wake up later. school tomorrow as usual. but having monday blues, the timetable is quite occupied for that day. i think i'll finish most probably around 4pm. alright, i should be really getting to bed.. or else i will think my house is haunted and wont be able to sleep. goodnight.

There's a love that transcends
all that we've known of ourselves
well, it's got to be strong to touch my heart
through its thick shell
and i'll wait for it to come.

someday...

Purple Rose;
10:45 AM