Bid and the new D. are on MSN. One has a pic of her cat, the other his dog. I only have a rubber duckie.

Mad Bid sent this to me.

http://www.keenaschips.co.uk/index.php?page=articles/misc_rainbow

doode!!! I used to watch this all the time. In fact I think I saw this episode. But I was a kid, I don't member much. Rainbow rocks man! Damn British. I think the whole crew INCLUDING the writers were smoking weed all day long man. But it still rocks. Rainbow rocks!

People come. But they always go and never come back. Occasional visits don't count. Come on 3k. You can do it. Then 5. then 10. Then either do something or i gettahellouttahere and do what I normally do, only somewhere else with a little bit more freedom. Free from the apron and the belt. Free from a roof. Free from a house you don't call home even though it is. Being kept under keeps is not very nice when your mind tends to wonder and wander. Space is needed. Space big enough to explore. Space you can call your own. Don't get me started on freedom.

This dude, wakes up with his hair all over the place, goes out with plans to buy shoes for work ends up staying at home till it's time to go to work in broken shoes. I think that guy is me. Get out. Buy shoes. Go! Go! Go! Oh I cut my hair again. did a better job than the last time. Maybe it's because I did it in the buff but I think it's cos I used a shaver rather than just a scissors. A dog's shaver but nonetheless a shaver. Whoo Haa!

We're not playing anymore. Don't ask. Don't bother. Don't care. Till next time. Ta.

Eugene's Moment of Truth will be perform at Embargo or Embarko or Embarkgo or whatever near Centro I think I'm not sure at around 6pm I guess for hopefully 30 mins if we try our best on I'm sure it's the 6th of March, should be Saturday. Yoz!

Sometimes you meet someone that you've been reading about online for sometime in real life and all of a sudden reality warps.

Warps in such a way like you're seeing Rober De Niro or Mick Jagger or Robben Ford or some super rockstar/actor/ess/celebrity that you may or may not admire (but usually do) in person, but this time the person is not a super rockstar....etc *see above* but just a normal person like you and me whose works you've followed and liked for some time. You wanna make contact but you never know what to expect from the other party. And when you do, the reply is usually, quite unlikely, but pretty often something that you'll never expect that'll leaves you dumbstruck but you don't wanna be left hanging with your mouth open like a fish at the water surface so you let lose something that you have no recall of.

Warps in such a way that you have no problem speaking to anyone else but you feel weird when you speak to them. Like a quad-cross between a stalker, a fan, someone whose knowledge of existent is in some way but not really important and a half naked (downwards) sexually confused guy caught in front of slow on-coming headlights driven by a buch of half drunk cute girls and the non muscular gay types guys.

Warps in such a way that I have no idea wat I'm trying to say but it was real cool meeting someone you would call a mini-minor celebrity in your own world.

We still need a bassist.

I'm bored and broke $6.64 to be exact. This is boring. And it's only less than a week since pay day. *Yawn!*

Here's to the woman who took some, most or all the photos but I think some. She's cute, wears red all the time and super stressed out with work and all that shit. She needs a stiff dick... mean drink. Guys.....


   

   

   

I don't like it at home. That's my motivation to get a job.

NARC!!! NARC!!! NARC!!! NARC!!! NARC!!!


   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

Bitch post of the day

Attitude of people must change. Attitude of people towards other people must change. The way they just shout out orders to you even though you are so close to the person that you can hear him or her fart. The way they repeat orders from someone who just gave orders for what maybe to act tough or like you're in charge or to show your superiority I don't know. The way people act like they're smart and know everything and think that your're the dumbess ass in the world since people thought eggs are edible (for full explanation on why eggs are edilble, see Yarg and his eggs).

"I'm so cool. I'm so great. I can't even finish a sentence without stumbling over my words. I dish out instructions and explanation like a stick along a fence. Rath-th-th-th-th-th"

Oh did I mention that in my payslip it says peanuts? Just waiting for the time. Just waiting. grrrr.... NEXT!

I am now eating a whole tupperware of cereal, have $8 left in my bank and tonight is the start of a whole week non-stop action work through till friday. Luckily next sat's work being cancelled. Time to put on my brother's clothes and look like a bouncer who shrunk.

In one week, so many things happened. In that same one week, so many things changed. from loads of stuff to do to simply nothing left. And all I did was nothing. Maybe that's why. Maybe it's cos I did nothing. Oh well. Nothing ventured nothing gained.

These coming 2 weeks. Super busy. All of a sudden. SLAP! BANG! and a merry little WANK! ok. A HUGE ASS merry wank. Stuffs to do. Shoes to buy. Jeans to buy. Stuffs to learn. Oh man, oh man, oh man. There's is no 'no" also. It's a do or no or. Just do. Got loads of songs to learn. 5 by morrow morning and another 6 or 7 by Monday. Then I gonna find someone to hand over another 6 so I can play them. Money came in but left before I could say hi. There's still a waiting party for a new phone for some body's boobday while mine fades in and out when calls are made. Ah...well Bids got Platform's namecards done. Kudos and kudos.

I ate too much pretzels and not enough pizza that I feel like Dr. Cox and J. D. with Turk's heartburn all rolled into one. Wish it was steak instead. Oooooo.....

Stupid E-brake. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. (and to show how stupid I am, I typed stupid all 5 times instead of just copying and pasting.) Stupid!

Last night, a customer ordered 2 glaseese of Italian Red Wine. I saw a chance, I jumped. I told and showed them the Italian wine section.

"Why not get a bottle, it's more worth it, since two glasses will cost $21 but a bottle will cost $40. OR", I said and flipped to the French wine section, "IF you want, you can try the French wine cos we're having a promotion and any bottle you order entitles you to a 10% discount of the ENTIRE bill. So what do you say?"
He looks at me and say, "Ok I'll take a bottle."
"Which one?" (flips to the French section)
"This bottle." (flips back to the Italian section)
"You sure?"
"Yup."
"Ok." and proceeds to a whoo hoo! cos I sold a bottle.

LATER after the meal and the bill and he pays for everything and as usual without checking the bill he comes up and say, "Hey, there's no discount here"
"Sir, there's no discount for the Italian wine, only French"
"That's cheating, you said there was a discount"
"No sir, I said only for the French"
"No, That's cheating...."

Ok, so I said I'm sorry, miscommunication and I'll still give you the discount.
He goes, "Noooo...that's not the point, it's not about the discount, it's that you're cheating. ALL I wanted was 2 glasses of Italian red wine and this guy here comes up and tells me...blah blah blah"
Dude, rewind and see what you said in the first place AND you agreed to the bottle in the first place.
And he goes on and on and on about he's been in Singapore for 4 years (yea, stupid ang moh [not all, just this one]) and this is the first time he's getting this and goes on and insults Singaporeans saying we're cheating and shit like that and in the end we had to give him a 25% off the entire bill to make him happy. Fuck head, if you don't understand what's being told to you after 4 years here, maybe you should
a) Get out more,
b) Check and clarify your bill before paying and not throwing your credit card around like what all yuppies do, or
c) Just get the hell out and fuck off home.

All people want are just freebies. And they say kiasuism only resides in Singapore. Yea right. Fucking kiasu.

Dun you think it's a bit unfair that at most gigs, only the same ppl, same bands get to perform?

No one's home. No one's home.
I'm so bored. I'm so bored.
Think I'll walk. Think I'll walk.
Where shall I go?
What should I do?