Sunday, November 07, 2004

It’s raining so damn heavily outside. Zzz, don know whether later will get to break or not. Oh well. National service really wastes my time. Here I am in my office doing nothing and wishing that I can be at home playing my need for speed underground, wishing that I could be at esplanade learning new moves, wishing that I could be talking to someone to know her better, opps, haha. But here I am doing nothing and letting my imagination run wild, thinking of my bike, thinking of whether I will be able to be one of the best break dancers in the region, thinking of when will I be able to break until, thinking of so many things. So I say it’s never good to finish all the work at one go. I worked and worked in the morning and now I have nothing left to do. They always say work can never be able to finish. So on second thoughts, I think all that I have done this morning are not really work, they should be called…. I also don know what to call them.

Kind of plagued with injures lately. Strained neck, bruised knees and shoulder and latest of all, a bruised hip, haiz, the hip is the last straw. Damn pain, cant even walk properly, not to mention break, oh well, gives me time to rest and do things like swim, wash my bike and go to the gym, but the deadline is approaching, keep reminding myself, hmmm, 15 more days to go.

Bought green day latest album, American idiot. Surprised me actually, quite a nice album, no wonder magazines gave it quite a high rating. Den kind of stuck at need for speed, played this stage for like 2 days already, no matter how, still cannot win, haha. But I’m determined to finish playing this game. So wish me luck.

Saturday went to break, saw Aaron. Hmmm, no, I don’t hate him anymore; I smiled at him and shook his hand. But that was until he opened his damn mouth. I have no idea why the fuck he says what he says. Yes, so his girlfriend is my ex. He doesn’t feel awkward about it. And yes, he says he likes to carry his bag because it feels like his girlfriend hugging him. Awwwww~ how nice, what a darling, thinking of his girlfriend all the time. What the fuck, I don know how your girlfriend hug like? Why? She has grown an extra arm since I last saw her? No? And extra head perhaps? Maybe you think I need reminders, fine. The next time you want to remind me, use a post stick, that’s how I work in the police station anyway. One that says, “This bag hugs like my girlfriend, really, it feels almost like the real thing, apart that my girlfriend is taller than me, heh, you don believe, can ask Gilbert.” Maybe add another sentence that says, “5 bucks and I’ll let you feel her or ‘it’ rather.” If you need a post stick, tell me, I’ll shove one stack up your ass. I don think I’m feeling sensitive over this senseless issue, coz I seriously don hate you anymore (maybe not anymore), and yes, I’ll pick the bag over my ex, simply I don like her anymore plus the bag is more useful. So cut the cynicism and quit being an ass. For once.

For the record, whether you have the intention to spike me or not, I’m really pissed this time round. Maybe you spoke without using your brains. Ok, I admit it’s my fault.

gilbert at 11:47 PM [comment]

{I hear voices, voices only half as humane as mine..}