Dude!!!!! Manoman. I just got 50 freaking doo-lars for doing nothing. Before we go any further, shall we start from the beginning? Yesterday...or rather, wednesday, hmm...yesterday, let's just keep it as today is thursday, i was just sitting down at Beez-throw chilling out with Ying (not RedSky) whom I met coincidently, at borders, and working on TRM and Elfie (collegueaasahagsassd????@#!) came up to me and told me that someone needed help with her customer. Apparently this customer is a regular and knows Elfie (being a regular), and she asked her if she knows anyone who could help her with her comp (Printer and speakers ain't working). So I happened to be sitting around, as we mentioned before, and Elfie told the customer that I know something about computers. So I went along with the ride and joking said that I charged $25/hour and she (the customer) was all, "Oh, don't worry, I'll pay you" and I was "No, no, no. I was just joking". Anyway, I got to her place, which was just opp. the Beez-throw and took a look at her computer. Ended up that her speakers weren't plugged in and the printer didn't have the cable it needed so it wasn't hooked up to the computer. I fixed that up and told her to get the cable, plug it in and there shouldn't be any problem. Anything else come find me. So that's that and I went back to sitting around.

The next day, all of a sudden at work she came back screaming saying that the printer ain't working (sounds familiar eh FlyTrap?). So i said I'll be free on Monday and I'll come by then. But couple of tens (min) later or so she was all, "Hey could you come by after work and I'll pay for your cab back" Why not? Just to take a look. So I got over after work, fiddled around with it a bit, and I don't know what I did but after a lot of fiddling, the printer started printing normally. Case closed. Sat around. Polite chat abit. Had to go. She put a blue one in my hand and I "dounch" (lol) know what color in Elfie's hand. Wow!!! Anyway, went for supper with Elfie and her friend and I blew $20 on ciggies for Elfie cos I'm always bumming off her's and on the cab back but wow! Oh, and Elfie's friend apparently works at Muddy Murphy's and I asked about getting a gig there. Now all I have to do is get some demo up and see what happens. Hey Bid! Time to get the house a'rocking and jazz, or rather blues EMOT or EMT up.

Too much work is no good. I star dreaming about work too. Now why would I wanna do that when I'm already at work half my day?

I've givben up Sims. It's too time-consuming and it refleces too much on ourselves, or we reflect too much on them. I'm going for NWN now. Oooo..hope we ace the audition on Sat.

I thought Baybeats was next month. Apparently I was in last month.

I'm back on the Sims again. It has the effect of making you feel like on. "Oh, enegry level down, sleep." "Hunger, eat." "Takes 15 mins to walk to the entrance" Worst. I stay in Simsville. Literally. It's in Geylang.

It's been a long time but...dudes, I finally got my bag bag, with my comics intact, and no warning letter, and Im not the only one who thinks AP is an ass. So anyway, yesterday, or should I say 2 days ago, thursday, I was suppose to go work, but Bid shouted and blah blah yadda yadda yadda, we decided to hang. So I called in sick. Sick of work, and hung instead. We (Me and Bid) were suppse to take 61 and stone in the bus, but we ended up at Singapore Post stuffing my face with El Jay's while Bid picked on my coleslaw which turned bad. Then it was a, "let's take 30 to WTC", "I though you wanted to go beach road bum a cig from you friend?!" So we did, and Bid's kid called about some maths thingamajig and mixed emotion flew while she used my phone (between her and the kid) and I didn't get my cig 'cos my friend was busy, so I got a pack of Pall Malls instead (ouch, ex) and terik while "planning" acoustic gig. Mee Swa en route to Suntec to take 36 to airport which Bd didn't eat andsome dickhead bumped into me and I spilled bandung all over my hang which I proceded to lick off (man the drnks was a rip-off). Airport and the long walk to terminal 1 while before that Bid got duped into thinking we have to pay for teh Skytrain to T2 (not termnator). grabbed a bus, suppose to lift Bid home but keys were in the pocket so we played some tunes downstairs and then fought over who gets to sleep on the floor and breakie in the morning. Thhhhen i got called to come to work at 3 but I woke up at 3 instead and red skin drink and no pay food and here I am rattling off like some newb on the blog. Comics.....

I gotta get my bag back. I gotta get my bag back. It's causing me great psychological stress and trauma. I can't sleep at night. I'm stying up to watch Spongebob Squarepants everynight from 3am-4am. I play Big2 on my mobile in the dark till sunlight shines in the window or I finally drift off to sleep whichever comes first. I start getting all psychotic and paranoid. I start dreaming about her. Just. Just only, I woke up with the fuming feeling in my chest (maybe cos due to the pull-over I was wearing and it was getting kinda stuffy) cos I dreamt she came back to beez-throw to visit everyone and everyone was going, "Hi!" "Hey!" "How you doing" and I couldn't do a thing. Not a damn thing. She hates my guts (i think), she doesn't wanna see me (I think), I can't face her (I think), I gotta get over this shit. I need my bag back. It's the only thing that's giving me my securities, even though it's a fake one. I want my bag back. Hmmm...if I don't get it back on Monday I think I'll go crazy, start trashing the place around and sue for damages? Or I'll just sit some where and hold it down. Latter I guess.

I'm still waiting for the day for this to end but right now, I think diving with a tank of carbon monoxide would be fun.

My life is so governed by the stuff i read. The books. The comics. err...the books and comics? I can't elaborate now. I'll try later.
I'm so jaded. I'm so lazy.
I'm so lazy. I'm so lazy.

Mom called just now. Gave me crap about spending the weekend away. Treating the house like a hotel Hey, I'm home 6 day a week, why can't I spend a night out? Not going church. Wanna change your religion ah? Don't get me started on this. Sis called too. Keeps asking if I got Harry Pothead's 5th book. I'm not telling her I have it after looking at the way she treats my other Pothead books. After finding out I get a discount off books, she keeps wanting me to get books for her. Well kids, no more. Privileges will not be extended anymore. So I'm only looked up when you want something eh? Other then that I hear nothing else. Suck. My. Socks. I'll keep my balls and toes to myself and I never change my socks.

So I've not been myself lately. I've been someone I don't wanna be. I'm just not me. But yet this is me. Maybe it's just me, but everything is, although the same, but still different. So many changes. Room is different, and I still don't get to say how it should look like. I'll try again. My clothes are in my parents' room so I just wear the same things over, and over, and over again. Computer's in the living room and it's kinda uncomfortable using it there, (though I'm using it now) and the PC's in my sister's room which by the time I get home, she's sleeping so I don't get to use it. I don't see a point in getting up sp I don't and just keep sleeping till it's time to go to work, WHEN I have work. I'm giving myself all kinds of lame excuses but it's just I'm too lazy to go look for a proper job. I haven't been jamming for a long time cos there isn't proper musicians to jam with and it's a real drag finding them. I did find one perfect guitarist before, took a long time. Now he's stolen right under my nose. The mad eccentric bunch has been real cool to me so far. Thanks to y'all. TRM is getting so that i feel like just dumping it although I've collected quite some err..nice stuff. Distro, gig org, label, ORM. All the plans. All feel so tired. Jaded. Melton. It's just hanging there, like shit that won't go away. When I'm at work. I feel happy. I dunno why. Maybe 'cos it's just doing and doing and no thinking to be done. All so routine. I'm gonna have to admit this but I wasted a lot of money and bought this phone cos of her, no I'm still not over her yet, i still think about her, sometimes, and now I don't even send MMSes. Fish has my CDs and camera and I dunno where is he, still in Japan i guess. I lost my train of thought and I'm just gonna stop now.