It's one thing to be singing while you're walking down the street...
it's a whole different thing when you sing and your spit flies everywhere...
awhile your mouth is wide open...
yea.
thanks to some filipino woman..
my left eye's going blind...
so....
now what's new in my mediocre progress towards my death?..
well for starters...
I currently have Weili's electric guitar...
which I tuned till the string snapped...
and thankfully I've got replacement strings now..
Erman's hockey stick has almost become my personal property..
it's been there for more than a week....maybe 2..
my failing memory has caused me to forget to bring my Sango cards when I wanna play so..
I'm stuck at home with the only entertainment being:
Baldur's gate II buggy edition for mac...
yea....I go nuts as I watch little dog-like creatures burst into bloody bits..
weeeeeeee....
no but seriously...
back to my progress...
well...
Yx's guitar lessons are pretty ok...
decent...
the guys got passion
I'll give him that...
show me a music score...
and all I see is a tao gay field..
yea...
I need to practise my guitar too...
then,
there comes the issue of my future education...
I seem to be heading to film...
but I'm still having my doubts...
what do I really want to do with my life....
I think I'll be pretty unconducive to office productivityh should I work in a normal 9 to 5 job...
I'll probably prank the shit out of my colleagues...
+I'm claustrophobic.
well...the film course recently started..in fact it started this year only
with a grand total of.....
11 students...
the course was opened by this Lord Puttnam guy..
famous for being the director of Killing Fields...
La Salle...also has a whole bunch of people with the most interesting names..
Jeremiezyck...
or Fountaine...
and the lecturer for the film course is supposedly Yugoslavian..
hmmmm..
1-up for them for the lack of chinese influence...
but then..
maybe I'll try NUS..
possibly Psychology..
but then again...
I'll probably feel mediocre at my job then too..
probably make a few of my clients/patients/retards(whatever suits the mood)
jump off a building and die with my depressive tone and attitude...
heh...
well...for now...
I'll wait for direction..
while I try and work-out to prepare myself for ndu...
culture shock.
crap...
the mess in my room still lingers on...
like some bloody curse...
No...
this shall not persist...
today...there shall be a battle of epic proportions..
with a mighty broom and pan...
and magic mop in hand..
I shall vanquish every single bit of trash and crumb in my room..
anyway...besides the humongous mess in my room...
I still have some stuff to clear my hands off...
such as my remaining work..
then there's the final touches for the Japan trip..
which reminds me......
I need to fix up accomodation..
Why are my days always spoilt by that one phone call from work?...
That evil blob of a boss has just called scolding me..
telling me.....
what?
she told me that I planned wrongly..
that the talents were supposed to come down at 10.45am..
instead of the my 12 noon..
but the lead would not make it in time...
and she argues...
no..
she's not the lead anymore..
why the FUCK....
would you be so concerned with her..
even trusting her acting abilities...
and then telling me all that crap to push it to 12....
nonsense piece of fuck bitch..
I relish the fact that I wouldn't need to work for her for long..
because if I needed to..
I'd relish dicing her into little cubes, setting them on fire...
and rain her dismembered pieces across her house as I douse it in kerosene..
wooohoooo.....
Release yourself