*Ring!!!* ~~~snooze~~~ *Ring!!!* ~~~snooze~~~ *Ring!!!* ~~~snooze~~~ .....3 hours gone....

Flexible...Part-Time....Flexible my ass..suggestions....how bout I suggest that you listen to the suggestions instead of just saying it. Sucks to y'all...

Everyone is complaining but no one is doing anything....

wheee....depavali coming...mo' money!!!!

So tired...one more week...

Oh...look at the time...(I was up way earlier than this) Wheee...!!!!

just enought time to type this, stuff food down my throat, throw water on my body and go stand around for 9 hours with a fake smile.

Argh!! My parents are depending on me to bring bread home. But it wasn't me who used who all their retirement funds....it was my sis!!!! Why do I get the shit load? damn it! I dun care, I ain't finding a proper job. I'm starting to get real pissed with my sis but yet i'm not..guess cos she's still family but argh!!! if it wasn't for her I'll still be somewhere else now.....*picks nose*

if you noticed...most..(dare I say all?) blog are about or the posts are about depression, depressed ppl, complains, bitching, suicide, fuck all of you, fuck the world etc...I still think the "B" in blog should stand for bitch and not web. (BITCH IS MY IDEA!!! FUCK Y"ALL!!!). Best shit is, if everyone is complaining about the world sucking and you're trying not to screw things up, and everyone is thinking teh same way...why hasn't it turned for the better.

So anyway...this entry is dedicated to happiness. *My happiness...slowly creeping in....* ***GRIN****WIDE GRIN******

Oh..I say Aaron the other day, can't member which day, outside Forum, think it was Wednesday, but he didn't see me...he was too busy with his phone in his hand and a smile on his face. Wasn't too sure at first but by the time I double checked..he had floated away. grin

Are people plain lazy or just fucking bastards....here I am walking thru the malls in town and there are people, or couples standing in the middle of a small path just big enuff for like 2 or say maybe 3 people. I move to the side trying to squeeze pass them expecting them to do the same but nooo....they just had to stand there and not move...Hell!! I was at Kinokuniya and this couple were looking at a "How to draw Manga" book in between the ailse.isle..alse...how fuck you spell it?.....and they just wouldn't move..or should I say..the girl made no effort to move and the I assume is the b/f didn't even do a "hey move to one side dun block teh way" gesture. now should I just stand in front of them till they move or try to squeeze pass them, banging into them thus pissing them off? Not even there....even of the streets where the walkway is like so fucking big you can drive and elephant's ass in a hippo's mouth thru it. Assholes...that's why I so like the Verve's Bitter Sweet Symphony video.

On a lighter note....there were a lot of surveyors..and I mean a lot of surveyors n the streets target specific people to..I dunno..buy their products? sign up for some crerdit card, answer their questions...AND they all gave me the miss....why? because I'm walking thru town in smelly dregs looking all dirty and broke. Isn't it great looking like some bum with no money? (not to say that I HAVE money in the first place but you got the bum part rite)

Suck dream.

I'm so fucking pissed but only I can understand why...hence the title...fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. And yes...my blog is barred from SSC's cyber cafe cos of this word that I use very often to express my self be it anger, happiness, sadness, stone, or just plain sex. FUCK FUCK FUCK UFCK FUCK FUCK UF KCUF CU FKC IF UC UF KCU F...for those who thinks I'm too crude...sorry..here's one abit more mellowed for you,,PISSED PISSED PISSED PISED SOPID SE PISSSD EPIS DS D KJSDHF JASHjkahs asjhr ^@%#(*&@!Y H WL JK"QJW*@98(*&@()!^*&!@)(*`1u 3quhwdua;d

This is sad...I check my mail and what do I see...rubbish....spam...forwarded shit send by my friends....I wonder, if emails were around, would I recieve "FREE AMATUER GIRLS!!!" or mindless crap being mass forwarded by my friends in my letterbox. sigh...letterbox@letterbox.com...how do I miss you...

you know when you sleep and you get those..."I need to pee" dreams and you finally find a toilet in your dreams and go..."aaaaahhh" and find you actually wet yourself? Well, I dreamt I was at a dentist and I spit (ed) and found salvia on my blanket. SicUck!

I just ate. I think if I put my mind to it, I can eat again.

the last two times I took a crap, I felt a sharp (dare I say?) tumorous pain in my left side of my brain. I might becoming the next Elvis. I might die while taking a crap.

Oktoberfest last night. Food sucks, beer sucks. Festivals sucks.

...Hey you Mr. Manic Jango, you super, super, super psycho....

.... His Story!!! *jumps around*

....Hey you Mr. Manic Jango, you super super psycho *prances around*

...Dewa, Dewa! *wiggles ass around*

Eh! basket! Mike not working

Empty screaming....Drama-MaMa.

I dun think I wanna post what I wanna say but. Fffffffeehhhehhheeehhh!!! Letters, bills, work, phone, small shitty things me vs. rest.

Stupid printer. I'm suppose to print an application form for my dad, (Yes, he's applying for a job 'cos ain't enuff bread to go round...stupid child care centre otherwise I'll still be somewehre else holidaying...and I'm not. Yuck!) AND THE FUCKING PRINTER GOT JAMMED!!! I opened it up and there isn't a "push to unjam paper" lever inside. Stupid Stupid Stupid. I'm just gonna let it sit inside till it decomposes or till my dad comes around looking for the paper.

KYTV, Dark Devil Room and Spoon Sircus or something like that. Didn't really catch it cept some parts like the Reservist thingy and Mr. Manic Jango Super Psycho's obsession with Pink and the Symballus Phallus or however you spell it. Stupid people were sniggering behiond me and damn irritating but I found out we were suppose to. LAF!! (now then I laugh). BUT what I really admire is the courage to do something like that. Lots of people nowadays are so "afraid to lose face" that they're stiff. I still think the microphones were totally unncecessary (I need spelling lessons), pure acoustics would sound so much better.

Hmmmm..printer problem solved. Dad arrived faster than decomposition. *shudder*

My thoughts come in small phases. *Reads, I got no brains*

The other day...er.....shit. which day ah. Let me see...SUNDAY!!! ya ya ya! Met Alice and Mr. Manic Jango Super Psycho for what also I dunno, but we had fun. Well, not really, but it was fun. It was crazy, It was mad, It was dumb. Bottomline, It was fun. Had prata, dino, changi girls *damn, Sunday no work, only got 2* drove around, did nothing, talked about...nothing...actually also dunno what happened but...IT WAS FUCKING FUN!!!!!

Today in #guitar, I still see the same discussion that's going on since I left it 5 or so years ago. Who's the fastest, who the best, who's the greatest, this player/band is better thant he rest. Sigh. BUT! the topic moved me....This is an observation.Too many guitarist.Too few bassist.Demise of the local bands i see I'm surrounded by bassist. I'm one too. ;> Anyone..???

Oh ya. I shuold have said this long time ago but I'll say it now. I've just gotten my result and I"ve got a 3rd class honors in Recording Arts. I am SOOOO not proud of it.Why? not because it's a 3rd class or anything...(I could have done better) but because it like shit to me. I didn't learn anything. I was just going through motion. Completling assignments after assignments, trying to please the lecturer and showing him what he wants to see instead of shoing what I see. Crap. To me, I guess I only have a freaking 'O' level cert. Yes, I did go to poly but I dropped out cos...as usual. Neber Study, play Tai Ti. I guess the only way out of this hole is to a) find a job and make big money. BIG MONEY!!! which I know I won't do. or b) go study again and this time..make sure I do it the right way and spend plenty more years getting a piece of paper I will actually be proud of. Nah...brain dead. Think I'll just do what I do best. Nothing.


I have nothing. No paper, No money, No job, No nothing. But as Incubus sings.."I am..happy"

Damn! My ears hurt. Dad just sneezed. Ouch!

I painted my shoes black yesterday. No I mean I spray painted my shoes black yesterday *thanks*. I love it so much, I'm not buying that one-five-O black shoes anymore. but the paint's chipping off slowely. Note to self: Get a new can of spray paint. But today I tried to ollie up a kerb, landed in a Michael-Jackson-Smooth-Criminal- OW!-on-the-toes way and made another hole in my shoes. Still....yea! new shoes! (looks like)

SO many shit. SO bloody lazy. SLACK! and not pants either.